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We all agree when we say that with “Elvis” of 2023 there was a new start for the baustelle.
Even the most distracted listener realized that two years ago Bianconi, Bastreghi & Co. They gave us a disk at times more pop, certainly more immediate, without a doubt less retro.
“El Galactico”, a tenth studio album for our beloved, is another thing yet, which is not an expression of the repertoire to which we are used to neither much less than the last experiment of 2023. The new Baustelle album has sounds of the 60s that transposed in 2025 are more than ever current, which is the goal of each musician when he decides to work on a “historic” sound. With the help of Federico Nardelli, Francesco Bianconi reached that balance there without distorting the baustelle of their essence, which makes them appreciate them again, twenty -five years after that “illustrated subsidiary of youth” of 2000, who remained in the heart of fans forever.
Let's tell him this album, and let's get ready to listen to it in the next appointments: the festival next June, the summer tour, the Palasport in December.
Let's immediately come out: the pieces we liked most are five, and specifically the three singles and then “philosophy of Moana” and “Lanzarote”.
“Lowing me” is a trace full of quotes, of those you say: “Oh but what did you think something like this?”. Like, for example, “the nuclear powerful written badly written”. The citationism that gives way to the news, with “a story”, which has strong words, a sound foreign to the rest of the album, it will be that it is more a vintage ballad, it will be that a poignant and current story. The latest single in the exit order is “the art of letting go” (which is better to fuck) which is already a claim and, give most, the single with the best text of the disc.
The single, in fact. Because complete listening gives us what is the most iconic track. “Philosophy of Moana” is the world as if it were seen by Moana Pozzi and we must imagine it as if she were talking about the death bed. Let's add Rachele Bastreghi's voice which is predominant in this piece. The result is incredible. As is also that of “Lanzarote”, another song sung by Rachele, full of anti -Emoralisms, of social criticism, of references to sounds other than those of the rest of the traces up to that moment listened to (it is the third last piece). And the penultimate? It is “the fog”, here it is the ballad of the ballads, here they are the most authentic baustelle.
And how nice that there are still and that there are in this way here: always current, never out of place. You listen to them and you feel at home, even if you haven't put your feet in your house for a while.
Trace for trace told by the baustelle
Pesaro
We were in Pesaro to play at dawn at a concert. We arrived the day before, on a magnificent evening of early summer, and as soon as I entered the hotel I received a call in which I was told tragic news. I believe that the song talks about this, of feeling deep pain while the sun shines out; And while you would like to die, to be elsewhere, away from the umbrellas, from the vociar of the people, from the blue and the celestial, instead be able to find a foothold in some way to stand up and continue to love. Musically, I would say that it is a very indicative piece of the “Laurel Canyon” sound of El Galactico: 12 -string electric guitar riffs, psychedelic folk rock trend, “pet sounds” choirs.
Strip me
A song about purification: I realize how a little throughout the album a desire for detoxification is recurring from some form of pollution. We are hyper-stimulated, bombed by communication now only rhetoric. The language is now only struggling, to put it with Jakobson (in linguistic, “fatigue” is the function of the language proper to the messages that have the sole purpose of establishing, maintaining or interrupting the contact between sender and recipient; it takes place in the expressions such as: “ready, can you feel?”, “Follow me,” clear? “; In the conventional greeting and wish formulas; in the phrases that are used to break the ice or Conversation, as “then, here we are, beautiful day, right?”). If language is now only this, or tending to this, I want to leave the game. If the substance is missing and everything is only mise en place, hungry passes.
Green song, toxic love
A political piece, perhaps on the sense of ecology, on the environmental crisis but also on the rhetoric of the environmental speech born in response to the crisis.
I lived in the village of the Tuscan countryside where for years pesticides have been used indiscriminately, without anyone saying anything, and in which it raised in an intensive way. The environmentalists of the time with great impetus instead took it with the hunters. In the meantime, in the ponds where my friends and I went to fish suddenly gigantic carpes came to the surface. This is a song on what in this country since the post -war period have ruled the old, and how these old people have not been able to abdicate for selfishness, and consequently form young people. It is a song on how the young people, unplapped, unwillingly, raised comfortable, found themselves with the disaster and the toolbox to govern it completely empty. The “young people” (funny category made by the old) remained cynicism, which is however a philosophical and non -political category, and unfortunately it is not enough to save the planet.
Philosophy of Moana
I wanted to write a song imagining I was Moana Pozzi, adopting its point of view. He is a character who has always fascinated me: his elegant way of moving into the empire of obscenity, his parable of diva, of a falling star, the aura of sadness that cloaked it. Porn interests me as an example of commodification, as an automatic western civil product; I would say that it perhaps represents the supreme way in which, in the consumption and entertainment society, beauty is declined. “Porn is beauty if the story goes fast,” says our Moana, imagined now dying, on the bed of a hospital.
A story
As the title suggests, it is a possible story. It is more specifically a black news story: there is a girl, a teenager, who was involved in a fact of some kind. He suffered a violence: physical, sexual, psychological, who knows, or all this together. This violence has been documented: perhaps filmed and spread on the net. The girl gets aware of the violence suffered, her humiliation, her shame. A “social” sacrifice has been made; A new (ordinary) tragedy has been staged. I have always been looking for an experimental way of approaching me to the form-chanzone; I try to suggest interpretations, and a narrative that play to upset the canons; Here there is no exception, on the contrary, a story is perhaps the most “open” story I have ever written. Musically, it is a slow ballad, and you can find us in Folkstudio echoes, the arches, the harpsichord and the Hammond (played by Alberto Bazzoli), and again, the cores to the beach boys.
The imitation of love
The text is quite clear, in this case. The starting point is the feeling, as a listener of Italian music, of attending a overcrowding of pop songs whose only object are the love dynamics. And how the love theme has become monopolist within the possible themes that the song can deal with. In addition: I seem to attend an invasion of a single way of dealing with love; A “vatious” way of treating love that leads to the formation of a single great kind. The result is that everything is tanned, that there is no more difference, and everything is the same and what is different and disturbing is frightening and must be avoided. “Imitated love” is the opposite of love, and it is the metaphor of a world in which everyone's desire is to be comforted and not stimulated, the desire to be the same and not different.
The art of letting go
The art of letting go is a folk rock song; We wanted it sparkling and light, as short as youth, fast like a car ride on the Pacific Coast Highway and Aurelia. Now, if we really want to give the text a synthetic explanation, I would say that these are words with which I try to tell my difficulty of being in the world. I think that as human beings we are all of us agitated by demons who push us to the spasmodic research of the sense, and that often make us turn in emptiness as a top. “The compass turns crazy to adventure,” said Montale. In the song we speak of a level of frenzy that can push to torment, of course. However, we do not intend to refer to a widespread fashion of the contemporary metropolitan man, namely that of the self -styled heroic will to “recover one's body”, “regained off leisure”, “reunite with slowness”, perhaps offering themselves from an alienating job to look for another in the countryside in the middle of the chickens. No (a day will come when we will also be tired of slowness). We are more interested in the philosophical and cosmic aspect of the matter. And that's why in the song we try to describe in our own way, on a rickenbacker arpeggi carpet, south -blood southwood and leaders deriving from not knowing how to accept death.
FOREVER
We wanted an instrumental, sumptuous, orchestral and hyper -arranged tail that came surprisingly on the final of the art of letting go. We wanted the poisoning of certain soundtracks that we love, the style of Ennio Morricone (yes, always him); We wanted to evoke an imaginary California, our ideal Los Angeles, made of all the best of the Sixties, Brian Wilson, Jack Nietzsche, Glen Campbell, made of tears (you don't know if happiness or pain) that gives you every time listening to Expecting to Fly of Buffalo Springfield. If El Galactico has a sound, it is synthesized here.
Giulia how are you
A love song for a person in particular, and for everyone. But also the song that I would like someone to dedicate to me. I sometimes like the texts like this, those who seem to say “courage, don't throw you down”. Those who embrace you when you are alone and desperate and make you sign not to give up. Musically Lennonian (but also Harrisonian, and therefore, oh well, Beatlesiana), with a great guitar work by Claudio and Lorenzo Fornabaio.
Lanzarote
The idea was to write a kind of new “blue”. Rachel lends the voice to a character who remains alone in a deserted city due to the summer holidays, and perhaps because of other “holidays”, other shortcomings of meaning.
Fog
A ballad piano and voice, with the orchestra arranged in a Hollywood way by Federico Nardelli and me. An eulogy of the fog, the only element of reality capable of mitigating the horror of reality in its complete unknown.
It is not an end
Final psychedelic journey of the disc. An instrumental in which every repetition of the harmonious lap enter small melodic phrases and new stamps. One of the most stratified compositions in the history of the Baustelle, with bands, orchestra, Enrico Gabrielli on the wind and whistle, Julie Ant at ultra -ruling percussion, Milo Scaglioni on the lower sensual Mustang.
To listen immediately
Philosophy of Moana, a story, Lanzarote
To skip immediately
Absolutely nothing!
Score: vote 8.00
1. Pesaro
2. Lowing me
3. Green song, toxic love
4. Philosophy of Moana
5. A story
6. The imitation of love
7. The art of letting go
8. Forever
9. Giulia how are you
10. Lanzarote
11. The fog
12. It's not an end
