Baustelle, a trip to California’s 60s to tell the present: the review of El Galactico

THE Baustelle I am a group capable of traveling through time and space to their liking. To understand it, just listen to Pesarothe first song by El Galacticotheir new album, the tenth of their career. The first track immediately clarifies what the setting set up for this show is. Folk, sun, psychedelic pop, sand, coretti, waves, guitars with twelve ropes. In a few notes Pesaro becomes Malibuduring the large storms of the sixties. Villa Fastiggi turns into Laurel Canyonwhile the boys who surf in Fiorenzuola di Focara are transported from the tide to County Line Beach, among the Pacific currents. It is easy to smile. The atmosphere that envelops the listener means that it becomes spontaneously lifting the corners of the mouth and discovering the incisors. However there is the echo of one deep melancholy“Of love and death in Pesaro”. In addition to the shining of the sun there is the rumble of what ends: “Yet I love you, you know? Even if the ship of the possibilities goes on the horizon ».

El Galactico it is the new sound exploration of the baustelle. The geographical and temporal destination of the 12 songs that make up the album is a small area of ​​the CaliforniaLaurel Canyon, in the hills of Los Angeles. A few kilometers of land which, in the middle of the Sixties, has turned into the most influential forge of music folk rock And psychedelic. It is from there that El Galactico draws to build his imagination. But the nostalgia that is hidden behind such an experiment is not refusal of the present. But a mannerism Which serves to reprint it, to reinterpret it with an original key, from a certain distance (CRF. Green song, toxic lovepassage on the environmental crisis). To unmask with sparkling sounds – as it clarifies Strip me – “The void you have, with algorithms and poses.”

The journey in the sixties is used to find a psychedelic essence e lysergicthat can purify us from tricks, cynicism and cosmetics. That makes us fly away from a “depressing picture”. In the Pop Chamber experiment and Jangly guitars of El Galactico there is the usual awareness of the baustelle. An analysis that, alternating dramatic and ironic registers, reveals the most widespread vice of our time: the individualistic acceptance of reality. The songs tell the society of consumption and entertainment, violent and sexist, who speculates and enjoys suffering, without embracing the subversive role of pain. Life, like love, is imitated. It reproduces the same and fearful, far from the revolutionary creativity that can arise from the conflict. The compliance remains, without disturbances.

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Marco La Conte

The instrumental Foreverconcentrate juice of the sound of El Galacticolaunches the third final of the album: first the song of love and comfort Giulia how are you – with which from the Californian coast we travel to Liverpool Cavern Club – And then the Cavalcante Lanzarote anticipate Fog. Here the orchestra He is still the protagonist. Accompanies melodies that could belong to Ghost (2013), if it were not for The Hollywood setting With which one of the most bitter texts on the album is sublimated: «You fell like fog, erasing reality, which is too sad and hurts me. You are like the fog, exceptional with the planet that warms up and goes towards desertification. I get lost inside you and then I’m fine ».

It is not an endthe last track, is the second instrumental song of the album. But, like the previous one, it is full of meaning. First of all for the beauty and stratification of the composition. And then because he confirms and concludes the path non -linear, in time and space, of El Galactico. A journey to the rediscovery of a sound now sixty years old who, however, in addition to the great events of the past, still has something to tell about our time. Sparkling stories, colorful and rich in details, but which hardly have a happy ending.


Playlist

Franco126 (feat. Giorgio then) – Nighttime

Giuliomaria – On the thread

The magician of ice cream (feat. Venerus) – Counter

Source: Vanity Fair

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