T ante cose si dicono, da qualche tempo a questa parte, su il Pan del Diavolo. And by many: some would like poisoned, others sweet and sunk roots in the Delta of the Conca d'Oro, including folk, blue grass and the Sixties Italian. In traditional rites verbal journals, when it comes to them, are mentioned, then names of cult initiation. Stupid props to a foiled prose suffers from diaries stench of eighth grade scribbled cross and skulls; Lesterbànghese all 'amatriciana, and in some cases, even a few books by Hunter S. Thompson held listlessly in her hand. Far from the nose, of course. Music Critics: Then one says.
Given these sad premises, it is good to know that, in addition to the forests of the hyper-review, you can find thousands of suggestions - or, rather, weird quotes - which aim to address the still unopened on the shelf just listening to each one: all paths But usually infested by Wolf. Bad, of those who eat the children with a slogan well-guessed, and sold the goods, sgnàcchete: down the gullet of profit. Or, as she finished a drunk French badly, communication is an iron hand in the economy.
Capita classes, the Pan of the Devil knows how to take subito il lupo per la coda, ficcandogli in bocca perline e specchietti: “Sono in due/Percuotono le loro chitarre e la gran cassa /Come menestrelli d’altri tempi/Con in testa il folk e il blue grass”; “Folk, rock n roll e canzone d'autore: questo al servizio del mondo assurdo creato dalle liriche di Alosi”, precisano i nostri in una loro informativa. E poi continuano, sempre ad usum schedari polizieschi e/o redazionali: “Vicende pittoresche e psicotiche che nascono nella testa di Pietro Alessandro Alosi (ideatore del progetto), per essere sputate fuori e messe su nastro con una voce che urla, graffia e che decisamente non lascia scampo”.
Thus, in times of war as the barricades are necessary to be done, including the Pan del Diavolo - with press releases and anything else that could feed the poor from these fictional media - says on its Pan del Diavolo . Looking for, that is, to get sound to your liking, the organ of Sale. Disseminating names, references, suggestions, bait: "Ghigo Agosti, Celentano, Luigi Tenco, Fred Hammond" write our on their cards. Using interesting words and fair: like their music, however. What is not lost in the labyrinth of half-yearly fashion market trends, appearances flatulence and music goods: the modern building envelops us in the media that both of his straparlare shopkeepers and auctioneers. The notorious sections of the disks of the month, just to be precise.
Weighted from the foregoing, materializes on the stereo and then "I am the bone," debut in twelve moves Pan del Diavolo, a band that from the happy choice of name is made way through the carpet of so-called invading, in the era of overproduction of goods, the ears of everyone. Eternally open, having no lids to be closed: and so continually at risk of silliness and rhetoric. These days, as everyone knows, not just music.
What does all this with two bass drums, the twelve strings of Gianluca Bartolo and acoustic guitar, voice and the words of Peter Alexander Alos, singer and author of Pan del Diavolo What is that, wanting to take one of the possible paths glimpsed a moment ago, you could willingly explain. At the risk, however, to talk about music: dance jobs similar to architecture, as he wisely said FZ, mustachioed Italian-American musician and philosopher of the last century.
Ci sottrae a questi pensieri l’attacco del primo brano di questo cd: “Farà cadere lei”. Le casse dello stereo fanno subito l'occhiolino alle orecchie, che ricambiano soddisfatte. La tresca smetterà solo alla fine dell'ultima traccia. Bravi ragazzi, il Pan del Diavolo.
E allora, forse, il modo migliore per parlare di questo strepitoso duo di Palermo che aggiorna l’idea della canzone e se ne frega di far finta, è quello di descrivere una rincorsa. Che è gesto da fare, se si vuole fare il salto, non solo tentarlo. E che è il solo possibile: sprofondare le proprie radici verso il basso per alzarsi più stronger and better at the top. In this case, music. Skinning, ie words with nerve and passionate, reducing it to the bone, and guitars and bass drums: theirs.
Even if, in the end, it must be said that listening is an individual matter. And a thousand things that affect it: just a thousand, and more. And then talk of a disc is indeed difficult, and sometimes dishonest. To all: Who plays it, to the listener, the writer. Translated, it means that the explanation is not due, and if those who want the rims.
The only possible key to this project, perhaps, is set as in the one beautiful diamond to the track number seven. There, in his twenty-five minutes of mad beauty in its fierce guitars, bass drums that seem to explode in her, scratched from the anger in the voice is perhaps all the urgency and the essence of Pan del Diavolo, "I have a bomb in heart that will soon explode. "
Given these sad premises, it is good to know that, in addition to the forests of the hyper-review, you can find thousands of suggestions - or, rather, weird quotes - which aim to address the still unopened on the shelf just listening to each one: all paths But usually infested by Wolf. Bad, of those who eat the children with a slogan well-guessed, and sold the goods, sgnàcchete: down the gullet of profit. Or, as she finished a drunk French badly, communication is an iron hand in the economy.
Capita classes, the Pan of the Devil knows how to take subito il lupo per la coda, ficcandogli in bocca perline e specchietti: “Sono in due/Percuotono le loro chitarre e la gran cassa /Come menestrelli d’altri tempi/Con in testa il folk e il blue grass”; “Folk, rock n roll e canzone d'autore: questo al servizio del mondo assurdo creato dalle liriche di Alosi”, precisano i nostri in una loro informativa. E poi continuano, sempre ad usum schedari polizieschi e/o redazionali: “Vicende pittoresche e psicotiche che nascono nella testa di Pietro Alessandro Alosi (ideatore del progetto), per essere sputate fuori e messe su nastro con una voce che urla, graffia e che decisamente non lascia scampo”.
Thus, in times of war as the barricades are necessary to be done, including the Pan del Diavolo - with press releases and anything else that could feed the poor from these fictional media - says on its Pan del Diavolo . Looking for, that is, to get sound to your liking, the organ of Sale. Disseminating names, references, suggestions, bait: "Ghigo Agosti, Celentano, Luigi Tenco, Fred Hammond" write our on their cards. Using interesting words and fair: like their music, however. What is not lost in the labyrinth of half-yearly fashion market trends, appearances flatulence and music goods: the modern building envelops us in the media that both of his straparlare shopkeepers and auctioneers. The notorious sections of the disks of the month, just to be precise.
Weighted from the foregoing, materializes on the stereo and then "I am the bone," debut in twelve moves Pan del Diavolo, a band that from the happy choice of name is made way through the carpet of so-called invading, in the era of overproduction of goods, the ears of everyone. Eternally open, having no lids to be closed: and so continually at risk of silliness and rhetoric. These days, as everyone knows, not just music.
What does all this with two bass drums, the twelve strings of Gianluca Bartolo and acoustic guitar, voice and the words of Peter Alexander Alos, singer and author of Pan del Diavolo What is that, wanting to take one of the possible paths glimpsed a moment ago, you could willingly explain. At the risk, however, to talk about music: dance jobs similar to architecture, as he wisely said FZ, mustachioed Italian-American musician and philosopher of the last century.
Ci sottrae a questi pensieri l’attacco del primo brano di questo cd: “Farà cadere lei”. Le casse dello stereo fanno subito l'occhiolino alle orecchie, che ricambiano soddisfatte. La tresca smetterà solo alla fine dell'ultima traccia. Bravi ragazzi, il Pan del Diavolo.
E allora, forse, il modo migliore per parlare di questo strepitoso duo di Palermo che aggiorna l’idea della canzone e se ne frega di far finta, è quello di descrivere una rincorsa. Che è gesto da fare, se si vuole fare il salto, non solo tentarlo. E che è il solo possibile: sprofondare le proprie radici verso il basso per alzarsi più stronger and better at the top. In this case, music. Skinning, ie words with nerve and passionate, reducing it to the bone, and guitars and bass drums: theirs.
Even if, in the end, it must be said that listening is an individual matter. And a thousand things that affect it: just a thousand, and more. And then talk of a disc is indeed difficult, and sometimes dishonest. To all: Who plays it, to the listener, the writer. Translated, it means that the explanation is not due, and if those who want the rims.
The only possible key to this project, perhaps, is set as in the one beautiful diamond to the track number seven. There, in his twenty-five minutes of mad beauty in its fierce guitars, bass drums that seem to explode in her, scratched from the anger in the voice is perhaps all the urgency and the essence of Pan del Diavolo, "I have a bomb in heart that will soon explode. "
