Album Review: La Fine Di Agosto by Ennio Galli
Alright, let’s talk about La Fine Di Agosto, the Italian pop gem from Ennio Galli. Released under the Tiger, Tiger label, this album feels like a warm summer evening in Italy—soft, nostalgic, and kinda bittersweet. Directed by Mario Battaini and backed by the lush sounds of Orchestra Dei Teen Agers, it’s got that classic 60s/70s vibe that just sticks with you.
Now, I gotta say, two tracks really stood out to me: the title track “La Fine Di Agosto” and “Non Son Degno Di Te.” Let’s break ‘em down real quick.
“La Fine Di Agosto” hits you right in the feels. The melody is simple but super catchy, like something you’d hum while staring out a train window or sipping an Aperol Spritz at sunset. It’s not trying too hard, y’know? Just raw emotion wrapped up in strings and piano. There’s something about how Galli sings it—it’s like he knows exactly how fleeting those last days of August can feel. You’re having fun, but there’s this little ache because you know summer’s slipping away. Damn, man, it’s poetic without even trying.
Then there’s “Non Son Degno Di Te,” which is a whole different mood. This one leans more dramatic, almost cinematic. The orchestra really shines here, giving it this sweeping, larger-than-life energy. It’s the kind of song that makes you wanna grab someone close and spin ‘em around in slow motion (bonus points if you’re wearing sunglasses indoors). The lyrics are heartfelt, maybe even a bit cheesy, but isn’t that what love songs are supposed to be? It’s over-the-top in the best way possible.
What I love most about this album is how unpretentious it feels. It doesn’t try to reinvent the wheel; instead, it reminds you why the wheel was so great in the first place. The production has its quirks—like slight imperfections in the mix—but honestly, that just adds charm. Like finding a tiny tear in your favorite old shirt. Sure, it’s flawed, but it’s yours.
Reflecting on La Fine Di Agosto, I realized something kinda funny: listening to it felt like flipping through an old photo album. Some moments are vivid and sharp, others faded and grainy, but all of them matter. And hey, maybe that’s the magic of Ennio Galli—he captures life as it is, not as we wish it could be.
Oh, and here’s a random thought before I go: if this album were a food, it’d totally be gelato. Sweet, refreshing, and best enjoyed under the Tuscan sun. Buon ascolto!
