Will cry at 90 will relaunch Blanco?

If everything goes as it should go – and therefore Well – It will be the Phoenix that rises from the ashes. The Phoenix is ​​him, Blancowho had announced his return to the scenes “shortly” last September, only to disappear without notice (twenty years ago it would be normal, today is news: something happened?) And return to post in February, on the eve of a Sanremo in which he participated as author for three pieces, including The cure for me of Giorgiain time to reiterate that it was not yet the right time to see him again. The ashes, instead they are flames that, let’s face it, they were about to burn itperhaps they burned it as well: in 2021 he was astonished, by Mr. no one, with The song Ourin 2023 he had performed at the Olympic Stadium of Rome and San Siro-and in the middle: the Rose-Gate, the Eurovision, Mina, the collective hysteria-for which in short, Everything very quickly, maybe too much.

Here we are. Is there still life on the Blanco planet? It seems yes, at least to judge from this Cry at 90, A ballad that marks the return to the scenes after, in fact, the hiding. Behind, a tormented period, closed in recent weeks with the change of label – from Island to Emi – and manager, returning from Stefano Clessi, who had discovered and launched him at the beginning, before passing with Jacopo Pesce (which follows, among others, Sfera Ebbasta) from 2022, the year of Chills With Mahmood, onwards. “Easmus finished, welcome back home”he wrote on social networks the same clesser at the announcement of the “reunion”. There is no need to understand that, if so many things have changed in such a short time, there is some problems: there were not so much the numbers collected with the live of 2023 (neither excellent nor bad) to turn up the nose, but the idea in itself to bring Blanco so soon to the stadiums, prematurely, where he did not hold the stage (to those who were there, he seemed to observe a crib) Having a repertoire still up to par (and we would miss). What was he was there? And then the operation Desnudathe song in Spanish in 2024, for the Latin market, for a sort of provincial Bad Bunny that could not have much sense among the originals, but it has sinned above all in leaving the side in Italy unguarded – explain to it, to its fans, that for this summer Blanco is not there, he is looking for luck in South America, Mah.

That they were not easy months, for Blanco, it also is understood by Cry at 90written with the usual Michelangelo and – novelty – with Tananaialso followed by Clessi and of which, however, the melodic touch is heard. Evidently a new air was needed to start again. But those who expected the potential summer catchphrase will be disappointed: it is a visceral ballad, piano and voice, where Blanco confesses to having discovered that “You cry at 90 too”to be understood as you mean it, that is, while making love. Here he tells him a girl, but it doesn’t take a long time to understand that he talks about himself: even in one orgasm – artistic, emotional, perhaps only cheap – is not said that the protagonist, in his case, is what we see on stage, is fine. Indeed, the subtext is that he left something on the street. «I am Blanco, I was also at the top. I touched the sky and the finger cools. I have not signed for a live life, “he begins. And then: “Winning is not destination”, “you called me a taxi, an ambulance has arrived”, “I don’t feel the thrill anymore, now I have a bruise.” Until the final “smile”: who is not his, again, but of the girl in question, but in any case it seems a wish for a future in which he makes peace with his work and himself.

Certainly it is an unpopular choice: in a season where the three quarters of Italian music designs cheap assaults with mojito and light -heartedness, he comes out with a relatively skinny piece, which in the programming of summer radio classes by shape and substance. Nevertheless. Nevertheless It was precisely the urgency to communicate something, anything, even the fact that that tiny singer -songwriter of an equally tiny country, existedto make Blanco and his music contagious. Like a collective fever, in many, of different ages, they had revised in him, primitive and spontaneous, different from the plastic music that often touches us in the dowry. Was it a collective hallucination? The world is full of artists who give the best in the beginning, it was only for hunger. The problem for Blanco came when, even by his choice, he tried to play in the pop of greats and the magic of Nights in whiteamong the many, it was diluted in less intense pieces. Cry at 90if nothing else, seems to be moved by urgencies that had missed in recent yearsas if he had worn out. We don’t know what happened in his personal and artistic life, beyond everything. But this is and, if he does not go, remember that he is just 22 years old: and the careers, the real and lasting ones, are made in at least half of his age.