Article by Marzia Picciano
At the end of June a small pearl came out of Punchesor Lorenzo PagniPisan artist who had the pleasure of interviewing a few months ago on the eve of the launch of his debut album, Dipthat a little was the manifesto of being a songwriter and, in the meantime, psychoanzing patients for work in a psychiatric clinic in Turin.
That is: a swarm of songs born on a meticulous process aimed at tanning, word after word, what others cannot say, what we cannot say, and put it there, in writing, almost extensive.
Instead Pietro as you do (Costello's Records/Artist First) is the ballad dreamy or dreamed Which says much less and leaves room for imagination, suspicion, without risk, but only with a veil of sadness, that in the end, in short, Peter is us.
Who is Pietro? “Pietro is a friend of mine. Pietro is a friend of yours. Pietro is me. Pietro you are you“Says Lorenzo. Someone of normal, but who in the end only wants to escape. Here psychiatry has nothing to do with it, it is simple analysis of a Saturday evening alcohol already in the intentions, and not to split, but to escape, until they risk.
The new single is produced and arranged together with Danny Bronzini – who also played guitars and bass – e Giuseppe Petrelli at the Suture of Lecce, thanks also to the collaboration of Fabrizio Semerano On drums, and Matteo Bemolle at the Hammond.
They say it remembers i Beatles, Johnny Cash and as well King Kruleonly the dreamships and the heat of the wooden instruments that suggest those non -places of For Emma, Forever And Iron & Winebut with a necessarily Italian songwriter, sung, but not too much. A piece that finds its essence in continuing the same for the time of one night, or of a Fast-Forward 12 night hours in slow motionan oxymoron, something cinematographic, yet how well it photographs us.
And if this is the sound that punching wants to have, after the lucky collaborations with Willie Peyote And the apparitions on increasingly large stages, I would say everything except disengaged. There is the profound commitment to talk about normal people outlining their tragicomic existences.
Pietro could be Lorenzo, or Marzia, who transforms himself every evening and hides patterns that he does not tell anyone. Or that is located in front of the agent, not in Autogrill but on Viale Monza for having pulled away a mirror and praying in Aramaic Turkish to come out with the intact license (and it is not the worst thing that has happened to you, and it is not the worst of anyone who wants to throw the first stone). Driving home there was all the resignation of having made it, once again.
Daniel D`Amico for SANREMO.FM
