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Review Summary: Aliens are real and they love them some o' that trippy shit. You need to have ambition rooting all the way down from your balls if you start your album of six two-to-three minutes’ long songs with a seventeen minute goliath. That long-ass bastard with a name so long it’ll be a lesser time-spender to just listen to it, that thing is what kicks off what might as well be the most trippy, but paradoxically enough the most meditative and vibrant Psych album ever, mostly thanks to its utter dismissal of organisation or structure.
Dedicato sounds as if it comes from the depth of cosmos on some psychotic alien’s spaceship that lost its course and he now plummets through the universe, gradually getting more insane as the time goes on, which eventually spirals into ceaseless screaming, depression and finally utter madness, during which he creates this monstrosity and has a brief hobby of making papier maché. This poor soul conceived the album that is Dedicato, with what little grasp on reality or song-writing he had left.
It is strange that with all the mind-twisting, directionless, psychotic, near-improvisational headscratchery that was that first track, it doesn’t lose your attention for a single second. It goes on forever, but not once does it seem purposeless or running out of things to show. It is never boring. How can that be? I could only assume that you don’t have to keep up the song-writing pace if you don’t have any to begin with.
Following that opening beast is a fiver of music more straightforward tracks, but each still have that specific off-kilter, noisy, detuned oomph to them. It’s like listening to everything the opener was not. “Molto Alto” is a riveting blast, whereas “Susan Song” is a slow ballad, “E Dopo” feels a tad poppy, “Intervallo” is a little groovy and fun and “Molto Lontano (A Colori)” is just plain trippy. They are all completely different and they all feel like an exploration of something new, not just compared to this record, but newness in general.
It is not exactly clear as to who is behind Le Stelle, except for the name bearer himself, Mario Schifano. Apparently, this all-around artist made this album on a whim (the alien theory solidifies) without any goal or direction, which explains the odd flow and the individual aims of the songs. The album does seem like it is trying to shoot into every direction, but doesn’t know how to exactly, and end up sounding completely original just for how unaware their authors were. All charm, no harm.
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Uni’s review roll 33/50
Dedicato a Conmaniac.
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Schifano was apparently more known for his painting
who knew
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fuck yessss amazing unique, thought you’d never do it
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Eh, I wanted to leave it for last, but then I remembered that neekafat annoyed me with Peter Gabriel more than you did with Le Stelle, so...
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brilliant review, hit the nail on the head of why I love it so much. 17 minutes of insanity and then there’s 6 psych rock songs that are actually good..crazy
one thing tho, the second to last sentence reads a bit sloppy. might read better as “but doesn’t know how to exactly, and it ends up sounding...”
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Oh right, that's a leftover from a draft, where I talked about a band, before changing it to 'the album'.
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Or maybe this is simply an album full of seven gentle waltz songs, but after 33 reviews in almost as many days, UU's mind has cracked so badly that he just hears it as psychotic alien music. You decide. Either way, have a pos, my friend.
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I tried to read what you wrote, but my eyes just shut themselves down... Don't know why.
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you’re not helping your case my friend
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I tried to read what you wrote, but I keep getting distracted by trying to remember the episode where Troy had a big teddy bear and went into a theme park... Don't know why.
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Excellent pick for a review but let me say that Schifano didn't spawn the album from nothing by himself. The band changed moniker after meeting with him, but already briefly existed before. Schifano wanted to use music to experiment with his art in a live setting and so this collaboration happened. He worked on the graphics (the cover artwork for example) and production, similarly to Andy Warhol's involvement with Velvet Underground. The credits for the actual music don't see his name, though he did have a say about the music's direction (and he choose some guests musicians to work on the 18 minutes thing) and, as mentioned above, the live shows.
(don't trust me 100% lel)
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huh, interesting.
i only understood as much from the italian wikipedia... and i don't speak italian
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Well to check on my post I searched for Italian reviews and, yes, Wikipedia haha. Wiki says that during a live show Schifano showed war and naturalistic footage and even a movie directed by himself. Of course, all while the band was playing
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And 50 years later they have a rating based off of 3 people and a demon on a god forsaken website...
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they're doing alright on rym, 300+ ratings there
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cyclotron's profile is cursed tho
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terrible blight to the ratings agreed, but yeah rym has it right
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On Debaser, some kind of Italian Sputnik-ish site, there is the grand total of 1 review though it does have quite a few comments for that site and all of them call it classic.
If you want more crazy stuff with stupidly long titles check this out, it gets pretty intense: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlyTI4KHZ3U
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ooh thx for the rec, actually jammin this rn cuz it is rly a classic.
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are you italian dude
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