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Canadians LIVE @ THE CLUB OF ARTISTS

The locomotive comes from the north, straight, stringy, compact and sparkling. For Verona to be exact. After the excellent debut A sky with no stars in 2007, the subsequent tour and a measured silence and just those who make the music really (because the appearance and feel) out The fall of 1960 , after almost three years, in April, again for Ghost Rec, and on tour.
I Canadians by vivo are effective, navigated, robust, secure and resolute, a wall of sound well-balanced, solid and energetic, a strange mixture California tinged flavor from the mists of North Italy. So much so that when we arrive, late as usual, at the end of the second piece (the unpublished Lethargy ), and be lost A great day , my friend said to me: " davero But, I know 'Italian? .

Yeah. For one of the few times buoniddio yes, I am Italian. And not ape: rework. not bastardized cloning, rather than interpret customizing.
So much so that I almost would think to suggest their madness: do at least once a text in Italian . According I would be able, without falling into the ridiculous.

Anyway, the concert proceeds uninterrupted and smooth: alternate tracks ( Leave No Trace ) and last ( Ode to the season ) from the first album, flavor Weezer -ish, then come   Carved in the bark ,   The night before the wedding   e   Yes man   che virano più   Death Cab for Cutie   and Grandaddy , you return to the energetic and nostalgic poetry of the post-college American 15th of August and Last revenge of the nerds the first album, then again, a quadripletta songs of the last job: Rain turns into hail and Kim the dishwasher with sung worthy of Beach Boys , and the melancholy of mentioned The fall of 1960 and The richest in the world dumbass . Then again a triplet of tracks from the first album, including the remarkable Out of order , Summer teenage girl and, finally, Good news .

short, a really long ladder and almost breathless from one piece to another, where you can admire the skill of the three front-men: Duccio Simbeni on vocals and guitars (and lyrics, always very polite and ironic), the multi-(keyboards, mandolin, glockenspiel) Vittorio Pozzato singer and bassist-singer- entertainer-promoter Massimo Fiorio, always firmly supported by the presence of granitic Michele Nicoli other guitar and the most worthy of note Christian Course on drums.

The only things you feel a slight lack are sometimes, amid so much firmness, creativity and technical skill, a bit 'over transport and emotional involvement.