If children and teenagers today only listen to trap, Marracash decides to abandon it completely, taking up rap again and sampling the Italian song, Ivan Graziani and Pooh. If trap is the news – more Tg4 than Mentana's – which photographs reality by simplifying it, Marra is the in-depth analysis: Micromegaa bit of Byung-Chul Han thought (in the sense of the Korean philosopher), Recalati with more swag and less rhetoric.
After listening to this new seventh album, we can say that Marra likes to play difficult, especially if the goal is achieved! – is to make a chart-topping pop record for everyone, making a rather complex issue accessible. But his need to understand the world is not a pose, it is a conflict – in the best hip hop tradition – all his own, to search for a place of the mind where he can feel good about himself, as he reveals in the last song of the album, Happy Ending precisely: as a good master of ceremonies he invites us to leave the comfort zone of summer hits all year round to let us enter his comfort zone, equally accessible and timed.
That he is one of the best pens of Italian rap – if not the best – we already knew this and Peace is over it is the platinum certification: try making a political piece like Crashes in which he talks about “fascist government that says prehistoric phrases”, of “human cases that do Cruciani-like passages” and of Musk (“fuck Evil Musk, I sold Tesla”) without ever risking being cringe, or pedantic, making us overwhelmed by the rhythm rather than by the anger; or a song about shitty, poorly paid work like Factotumsinger-songwriter stuff 3.0, now that even those without the contemporary software update have disappeared.
Of course, despite being the last chapter of the trilogy, with Peace is over we are in different territory from Person: Marra has gone from autofiction, from the story of his life and his troubles, to a social novel (note to the reader: we are in the metaphor, it's a rap record, don't be scared) enjoyable and compelling for his peers, the Generation of which I am writing.
Speaking of bubbles, in the cover made by Mecna ours is inside a bubble, in Crashes he raps “you don't need a bubble to see that everything is flat” and in the press kit he talks about the record as a “bubble in which you can immerse yourself and feel in a shared space, without external interference because it is a record without featuring”. Some malicious people might comment that Marracash has definitely abandoned the path he came from to take refuge in a bubble of success, but in reality today's path is social media and the internet and on these the rapper has the lucid and sharp gaze of an assault reporter , against network conformism Marra remains the public enemy number oneas they once said.
The Italian Kendrick Lamar earned his license on the field, even at the cost of nervous breakdowns and insomnia, because to balance complexity and pop you have to stay awake every night. But the analyst or psychologist is no longer as useful as in the days of CruellaMarracash walks alone and indeed offers himself as a guide for others, a boom-bap self-help manual. And, given the difficult times – of war inside and outside – that we live in, there was a real need.
Daniel D`Amico for SANREMO.FM