Paky – Glorythe review of the new album released on December 12, 2025.
It's incredible how, in life, at a certain point every single human is almost forced to compromise and say “yes, I'll do it” to something they never even remotely thought of doing.
After all, life is unpredictable and the paths that open up can be infinite and unexpected, no one has a magic sphere and no one can say what could happen in five minutes.
In the world of art and music, this thing happens much more often than it might seem on the surface. There have been hundreds, if not thousands all over the world, who have accepted anything to get money and fame, or simply to leave behind a difficult past and look to the future with different perspectives.
Paky it is unknown to anyone, but really anyone, who does not have a Spotify subscription and has no idea what rap, trap, drill and all these musical genres are that are gods on the green and black platform.
His past tells of countless gold and platinum records, millions of streams, the unconditional affection of his fans and everything you could wish for but the question, for the vast majority of Italians, remains the same: who is this? Paky?
Evidently, both he and his staff thought that there were all the conditions to break down the wall that divides streaming from real life and attempt the big leap into the mainstream… with reservations.
Paky place the 'shot' Glory and chooses the general public
What, then, is GLORY? The simple answer is that it's the new album by Pakyrapper from Rozzano (Milan), who tells of a sad life full of problems but also of revenge. In reality this is not simply an album, and here comes the complex answer.
GLORY it is a declaration of intent, it is a message launched to the market and to the people who have been listening to it for a long time, many years, in the general silence, leading it to reach peaks and numbers that until five years ago seemed utopian.
The message is that Paky he is coming and wants to climb even higher peaks, the same ones that apparently never belonged to him even for a while. GLORY it is the battering ram to throw open the doors of the mainstream overnight, without even asking for permission.
I clearly say that if I were a fan of Paky I would feel a little betrayed or, at least, I would start to pay attention to the (metaphorical and only artistic) stabs in the back and let's immediately explain why: in the album we continue to tell the story of this boy, his fragilities and difficulties born and grown in parallel with his life in 'Rozzangeles' (as the inhabitants of Rozzano call it) but, like all the passing of the baton that are done with criteria, 1/3 of the project already begins to speak a different language.
The inclusion of ClaraOf Franco126 but, above all, Alessandra Amoroso just as it is no coincidence that love is spoken of without even vulgar or scurrilous language in two or three songs. It's all calculated and thought out down to the smallest detail, you don't clean up an image in 24 hours.
From talking only about money, drugs, weapons, women as objects, we begin to include love, social climbing, deep ballads and everything done in a methodical way.
The career of Paky is following an almost cinematic narrative arc which began as a villain, the villain of the story and which now sees him transformed into an anti-hero Venom. Two three years maximum and the transition from Darth Vader to Anakin Skywalkerreversing history, will be complete.
The 40 Minutes of Truth by Paky between the road and the stars
Pakyand whoever for him, have chosen to divide the album into watertight compartments and three different artistic areas. In the first he is the 'old' Pakythe one you have known until now who explains how to live in Rozzano, how much he thinks about money, what he has been through and experienced and does so until the interlude Stream of Consciousness.
From that moment a second phase begins, the more conscious one in which all the mainstream featurings take over with the various ones Clara, Alessandra Amoroso, Rose Villain, Franco126 but without completely distorting it (smart move) and keeping the rap with Tedua And Gué.
The last part, the shortest one, is a return to the private story but also to the vision of the future with the last two songs 1 hour of fresh air And Another Hell.
To all intents and purposes, these almost 40 minutes of music are the story, if we want to see it from a more human and less artistic perspective, of a boy who becomes a man and of a person who knows he can make up for all the time lost behind various mistakes in which he found himself and which he did not choose.
What he saw as normality, in reality, was just one of the many facets of this vast and complex world and the evolution we hear in this album is proof that he understood this.
Then, of course, these are always suppositions and what will have to speak, as always, will be time but there is no doubt that we are starting to pave the way towards something less aggressive and more wide-ranging.
As a great philosopher of modern football said: “It is not in the stars that our destiny is preserved, but in ourselves. Strong men strong destinies, weak men weak destinies. There is no other way.”
Only he can decide Paky's fate, making the right choices and, perhaps, keeping an eye on those stars that he perhaps hasn't had the opportunity to see well since Rozzano.
ALBUM RATING: 6 ½
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BEST SONGS: Stream of Consciousness, Another Hell
WORST SONGS: Blades, Bones & Flesh
Daniel D`Amico for SANREMO.FM
