Album Review: Campi D’Atterraggio Nuvola Leggera by Chiari E Forti
Alright, let’s talk about Campi D’Atterraggio Nuvola Leggera. This 1987 gem from Italy doesn’t just sit in the background—it grabs you by the collar and pulls you into its neon-lit world of Italo-Disco vibes. Released on Carosello Records, it’s got that unmistakable late-80s electronic sheen, but there’s something raw and heartfelt about it too. Like someone spilled their diary onto a synthesizer and hit “record.”
First up, the track “Nuvola Leggera”—or "Light Cloud" if you’re feeling literal. This one feels like floating through a dream where everything glows faintly purple. The synths are lush, almost sticky-sweet, but they never cross into cheesy territory. There’s this lilting rhythm that keeps your head nodding without even realizing it. You know those moments when you’re zoning out at 3 AM, staring at raindrops on a window? Yeah, this is THAT song. I think what sticks with me most is how effortlessly smooth it is. Cheope (one of the writers) clearly had some kind of magic wand when crafting these melodies.
Then there’s “Campi D’Atterraggio”, which translates to “Landing Fields.” If “Nuvola Leggera” is all airy clouds, this one’s more grounded—but still ready to take off. The bassline here is sneaky good, creeping up on you like an old friend who knows all your secrets. Matteo Fasolino’s arrangement deserves major props; he layers sounds so perfectly that every beat feels intentional, like each note has its own little story to tell. It’s playful yet mysterious, kinda like flipping through faded photos of a summer you can’t quite remember but wish you could relive anyway.
The credits list some heavy hitters behind the scenes: Cheope, G. Cocola, and O. Angellillo doing the writing, with Fasolino handling arrangements. These folks weren’t messing around—they knew exactly how to bottle pure nostalgia and slap it onto vinyl.
Here’s the thing about Campi D’Atterraggio Nuvola Leggera: it’s not trying to reinvent the wheel. Instead, it polishes the wheel until it shines brighter than anything else in the room. Listening to it now feels like stepping into a time capsule filled with big hair, shoulder pads, and unapologetic optimism. But weirdly enough, it also feels current—as if someone whispered future beats into a Walkman and pressed play.
So yeah, give this album a spin if you want music that makes you feel alive in ways you didn’t expect. Or don’t. Honestly, who am I to tell you what to do? Just know that somewhere out there, a cloud lighter than air and fields waiting for liftoff are calling your name. And maybe…just maybe…they’ve been waiting for you since 1987.
