Bella Italia. Pasqua ’71.
la buona novella, lato 2
Sretan Uskrs. Happy Easter! Buona Pasqua.
La buona novella II
Bella Italia!
Via Paolo Fabbri 43
Sunday morning in via Paolo Fabbri 43.
Voi critici, voi personaggi austeri
Militanti severi, chiedo scusa a vossìa
Però non ho mai detto che a canzoni
Si fan rivoluzioni, si possa far poesia
It is 1976. Francesco Guccini tells (unpleasant) stories.
La buona novella
Bella Italia. Natale ’70.
Lato 1
(Side B is reserved for April.)
…
Two thousand years later…
Sretan Božić. Merry Christmas! Buon Natale.
Ferragosto a Rimini
Anno Domini 1978. Anni di piombo.
Francesco de Gregori – De Gregori
Fabrizio de André – Rimini
Lucio Dalla – Lucio Dalla
Lucio Batisti – Una donna per amico
(only a vinyl copy in the archives at the moment)
…
Unrest in Bologna.
Skiantos – MONO tono
…
Divertiti!
Il veliero va
S mukom žvačem trubadurov vrat?
Summertime in Italia. (before I move to Jamaica / UK and immerse myself in Roots Reggae and Kinky Reggae / Lovers Rock)
Bella Italia. Gli anni 1970.
Lucio Battisti (Musica di Lucio Battisti / Parole di Mogol)
Umanamente uomo: Il sogno. (1972)
Il leone e la gallina
Innocenti evasioni
Il mio canto libero (1972)
Io vorrei… non vorrei… ma se vuoi
Il mio canto libero
Il nostro caro angelo (1973)
Il nostro caro angelo
Prendi fra le mani la testa
Lucio Battisti, la batteria, il contrabbasso, eccetera (1976)
Ancora tu
Il veliero
Il veliero va…
An Evening For Film: La Grande Bellezza (2014)
I saw “La grande bellezza” in January actually, and it almost warmed up the chilly and wet penthouse with early summer atmosphere. The only film I’ve watched this year that left lasting impression. I need a change. Party with me, punker! Cara Italia, stay beautiful.
An Evening For Film: Perfetti Sconosciuti (2016)
Ciao cari amici. This film is a masterpiece, no less. A DVD copy was lent to me as a recommendation and then it sat in a drawer in the office at work for weeks, if not for months. I’ve finally watched it this weekend. Hahahaha. *cough cough cough*. Terrifying scenes. I am going to abstain from having a mobile phone for a year at least. Io sopravviverò. Saluti!
Declino. La città è quieta… ombre parlano.
Spring. March Hare is out of his winter lair and on the streets again. Still aimlessly wandering all around Italia. Last month he was ruining his sensitive hearing in hard-core circles which resulted in today’s Declino / Peggio Punx split blogpost. It would be unfair to have a quick (super fast!) look back at Italia ’84 without mentioning phenomenon of local HC punk. I could have picked anarcho Milanesi Wretched and their seven inch EP “Finirá Mai?” that preceded excellent debut LP “Libero Di Vivere / Libero Di Morire”. Yeah, there were quite a lot of bands that managed to issue worthy plastic (in relative terms). Negazione were on the way to become the most popular name of them all, slowly building the European connections. While Raw Power were gigging across the pond in USA, etc. Ascoltate!
Peggio Punx – La città è quieta… ombre parlano (1984)
Guerra
Noia
Linea diritta
Solitudine
La mia vita
Credi di…
Declino – Declino (1984)
Rivolta e negazione
Scelte imposte
Mortale tristezza
Terra bruciata
Coscienza distruttiva
Nessuna fiducia
This blogpost would not be possible without the history lessons / source materials coming from metal-head Erich (defunct ‘Bad Good Music from Bad Bad Times’ blog) & rude boys of ‘Killed By Death’ old school punk site.
In our neck of the woods hard-core punk didn’t catch on so impressively. UK influenced Sköl could be worthy of passing mention when we speak about Zagreb. Not only early phase of the band but trajectory of the band leader Tomislav Peterlić Fix: Sköl – Blitzkrieg – Sköl II. Unfortunately Sköl didn’t leave behind qualitatively recorded material. HC punk was bigger deal in SR Slovenia & SR Serbia at the beginning of the decade.
From Italodisco to hard-core punk and back, I am off the middle path of purity and righteousness… The decline and fall.
Siberia
Diaframma – Siberia (1984)
Pop consumer confession again: I am not well versed in Diaframma’s work. It wasn’t destined for export, like Italian hard-core punk. Diaframma remained inside their homeland boundaries.
“Siberia” is recognized as capolavoro of Italian new wave / postpunk. Upon initial listening I wasn’t impressed but once I started to recognize signs of life underneath thin copertina of icy reverb the picture fell into place. Eight songs in half an hour, quite fitting for a Sunday afternoon indoors in allegedly depressive month of January. (Finally with some snow and chill in the air outside, as proper winter should bring. Where have all the seasons gone? You can have six months of fake summer. I want four seasons back!) But as I said, “Siberia” isn’t immediate listening experience and an impulsive savage/naturalist in me wished for the rough mixes or 8-track garage recording of instrumental tracks. The studio recording gives aura of the group scattered across a large freezing empty space with the strongest echoes emanating from the singer. Synthscapes are very tasty but barely audible on few tracks. Bass slaps I dig, as usually. The leader in the band, prolific songwriter / guitarist (in later line-ups on vocals as well), Federico Fiumani, decided to suppress the rock ego and toned down the role of guitar in this arty stage of Diaframma. And although the songs gathered for their debut LP have wintry pace, the group energy captured on other recordings generally reveals lively and forward oriented shape-shifting dynamic. I wouldn’t say that Diaframma were bunch of depressed Italian youth thou. First and foremost, their main muse seems to have been Venus. Followed over the span of the decade, they can be valued as Italian contemporaries of Echo and The Bunnymen, The Cure, Simple Minds and The Wedding Present. I suspect that they were cherished on a local level. Early Diaframma shares some common ground with Pingvinovo potpalublje too. In mid 1980s their vocalist was very distinctive Miro Sassolini who gave Diaframma touch of romantic glamour. But for the purpose of “Siberia” even he was a bit down. (on songs like “Elena” or radio friendly “Tre volte lacrime” which followed after “Siberia”, he flies despite the heartache, and pulls the band higher off the ground). I might check other albums by Diaframma one day. I hope I won’t be disappointed by overtly populist moves. Diaframma = drama.
Neogrigo
Specchi d’acqua
Desiderio del nulla
Siberia
Diaframma pre 1984
Ortodossia II°
Sunday morning in a commune house in the outskirts of Reggio Emilia with communist art-punks CCCP-Fedeli alla linea. Listening to their punk filosovietici. Slowly sipping prime quality espresso (instead of doing it properly in two fast gulps, like all true Italians do) & getting flashbacks (some of them mildly disturbing).
CCCP-Fedeli alla linea
CCCP-Fedeli Alla Linea – Ortodossia II° (12″) Attack Punk Records 1985
Live In Pankow
Mi Ami?
Spara Jurij
Punk Islam
I like this red 12” and all CCCP-Fedeli alla linea records that I’ve heard so far. “Ortodossia II°” is thrilling art-punk achievement, recommended for all lost cases who dig rhythm machine postpunk in the frontlines, side by side with The Three Johns, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry and Italo-American band Grande Nero among the other comrades. I wasn’t aware of CCCP-Fedeli alla linea existence back in the 1980s. Their music wasn’t spread on tapes and listened in my hometown. Perhaps few copies of original LPs still could be found in record collections of older punks from Ljubljana, Pula or Rijeka. As a side note, in 1984 the same small label Attack Punk Records issued hard-core punk EP “Corpus Delicti” by U.B.R. from Ljubljana and made it part of international HC community even more.
Live in Mosca, live in Budapest
Live in Varsavia
Live in Praga, live in Sofia
Live in Pankow
Haupstadt der D.D.R
Haupstadt der D.D.R
Haupstadt der D.D.RCompagni est-europei
Uno sforzo ancora
Dalle sale da ballo
Un po’ più che di merda
Un’opinione pubblica
Un poco meno stupida
Dalle sale da ballo
Un po’ più che di merdaVoglio rifugiarmi
Sotto il piano di Varsavia
Voglio un piano quinquennale
La stabilità
Live in Mosca, live in Budapest
Live in Varsavia
Live in Praga, live in Sofia
Live in PankowOst Berlin, West Berlin
Ost Berlin, West Berlin
Ost Berlin, West Berlin
Ost Berlin, West Berlin
Trance Europa express
Trance Europa express
Trance Europa express
Trance Europa express
I am glad that there isn’t a line “live in Belgrado” in the song text. I did appreciate belonging to non-aligned Third World and having a passport. At the age of sixteen I could hop on a bus and go to Trieste (window) shopping for records without problems. In addition to that, I am thankful for all the modest products of Socialism available at home – licensed new wave and punk rock albums from US/UK major labels which were generally well pressed by Jugoton label. Those days I’d look in any direction but cold and frightening north-east where CCCP sprawled. Today: Voglio un piano quinquennale. La stabilità. New Europe without solid welfare state is utterly pointless. Trance Europa indeed. Tanz debil / ganz debil.
