Davide Carrozza: "No Use To Get Angry With Red Co-Ops If Your Cousin Killed Himself By Beating A Dishwasher With His Head"

"No Use To Get Angry With Red Co-Ops If Your Cousin Killed Himself By Beating A Dishwasher With His Head"
Fake program opera in two acts and an intermission

1. First act: Preemies' Last Battle
2. Intermission: 96 Reasons Why I Wasn't Born In Predappio
3. Second act: Do You Want The Whole Truth Or To Have Your House Re-Paved?

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"No Use To Get Angry With Red Co-Ops If Your Cousin Killed Himself By Beating A Dishwasher With His Head": the title of this "fake program opera in two acts and an intermission" is orgasmic, at least for who repeatedly played Le Luci Della Centrale Elettrica's songs in his/her MP3 reader for a year. Instead, the content is orgasmic for... dunno. Maybe for the hardcore anticonformists to the bitter end with a Bible-like collection of Lester Bangs' reviews on their nightstand and the bookmark put where it says that "Metal Machine Music" is the best album by Lou Reed? Maybe. Regarding the rest of world population (I mean more or less 99,99% of it), it seems difficult that Carrozza's work could find positive feedback, and for this time I feel the gloomy mass is proved right. The avantgarde intention is clear. But "Metal Machine Music" is 35 years old and John Cage has already profusely given. In short terms, it's no use to get angry with anybody if Davide Carrozza's "music" sounds so old in its will to sound new (including the Intermission, with a phoney and predictable montage of voices from trashy TV and voices protesting against unemployment, invasion of garbage and politics). At least, in the Seventies, there were psychedelic drugs, that would help to find a philosophical-visual sense to the two acts, two super-long and super-monotonous suites for piano and distorted guitars. Oh, now I understand: maybe the cousin beat the dishwasher with his head because he didn't take enough drugs before listening.

(Letizia Bognanni, Rockit.it, October 29th, 2009)

Anyway, a courageous album. Of course, stodgy, unrealistic, presumtuous and so on. But courageous.
Leaving out its endless title (take a deep breath!: "No Use To Get Angry With Red Co-Ops If Your Cousin Killed Himself By Beating A Dishwasher With His Head"...) and concentrating on Davide Carrozza's "naked" music, it could be easily teletransported in the Italian Seventies, riches of more or less adventurous, more or less valid experimenters.
A progressive folk turning to noise and some symphonic grandeur? Maybe. But don't let it cheat you: all things considered, the courage of our composer isn't enough to go to great lengths. So, the three acts in this rock-opera (!) pass, disturb, bore, entangle just a little bit, then they flow away without causing any sensation. The obstinate acustic guitar in "Preemies' Last Battle" progressively gains in consistency, up to a very rough climax for distorsions and celestial tolls. Then, it goes back down to earthly fields and sneaks away, towards the useless and redundant montage of voices from TV in "Intermission: Ninety-Six Reasons Why I Wasn't Born In Predappio", that would give the album a political halo that I really don't need (I don't know about you).
But let me say the titles are hilarious. What about "Do You Want The Whole Truth Or To Have Your House Re-Paved?" and its unexhausted psych-noise guitar flight? As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather have my house repaved... even if a background listening would be OK.
To check. (5/10)

(Francesco Nunziata, Ondarock, January 1st 2010)