Review: Joan Thiele

Have you ever worn a garment that, just to touch the skin, wrapped in a hug of comfort and safety?

For me, in winter, it is the black turtleneck: a soft refuge, a symbol of sober elegance, an echo of intellectuality. Well, “Joanita”, Joan Thiele's new record work, is precisely this: an ode to the sensuality of memory, a sound mantle that warms and enchants. A warm and comfortable turtleneck.

Thirteen songs and a skit (“Pazzarella”), the last piece of a refined and nostalgic musical mosaic, weave a narrative poised between past and present, between remedies and current events, with a cinematographic aura that enchants and transports to suspended worlds.

“Joanita” is not only a title, but a reference to the deeper intimacy: the nickname with which friends and family have always called Joan, thus whispering the most authentic side of his artistic essence.

This disc is a refined exercise of emotional exploration, where music for cinema – especially that of Maestro Piero Umbiliani – acts as a backbone of the entire project. Each trace resonates as a frame imprinted in memory film, evoking distant melancholy, disturbances of love, flames of passion and rebellion impetus.

From influence Poison, Hymn to anger, slip grace in the arabic caress of Kiss on the forehead, A sound fresco on forgiveness. Goddess and woman's face paint portraits of ardent and indomitable femininity, while Gangster eyes, Getting Urban by Frah Quintale's featuring, he insinuates himself into the atmospheres of a noir of the past. And then there is Echo, The Sanremese pearl, an open heart confession, a warning to face its fears and turn them into force. A hymn to sharing and courage, a message that Joan dedicates to the younger brother, in the sign of independence and freedom of thought.

The disc is a fresco of refined elegance. The sinuous sound of the electric guitar – faithful companion of the artist since adolescence – is made of a vibrant and visceral energy. Not common tools, but works of art, the result of the collaboration with the designer Marco Guazzini and made with the innovative “Marwoolous” material, a sublime combination of marble and wool, symbol of a sophisticated and timeless aesthetic.

I took my time to live and tell what I had inside. – Joan says – I gave myself a kiss on the forehead, to reassure the girl inside me. I asked her to trust. When you are a girl, you are not afraid, dream and just images and inventing the future. And I did this. I listened and investigated my emotions, one by one. And so I embraced my guitar, turned on the amplifier and started screaming ».

A black turtleneck imbued with soft light, of shelled films and emotions that breed themselves in the heart as a coils of an author film.

Chapeau, Joan !!!

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Gangster eyes – The invisible – goddess

To skip immediately

It is a record that works, which lets itself be heard from start to finish. I continue to hear him in loop …

Score: 8.00

Liquid form – 8.00 vote
Poison – 7.50 vote
Kiss on the forehead – 7.50 vote
Sunset – vote 8.00
Blue water – 7.25 vote
Gangster eyes – 8.00 vote
Eco – 7.50 vote
Joanita vote 7.75
Cruz – 8.00 vote
XX la – vote 7.75
The invisible – 8.00 vote
DEA – vote 8.00
Face of woman – 8.00 vote
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