Album Review: Di Sera In Sera by Franco Ceccarelli – A Raw Italian Rock-Pop Gem
Let’s get straight to it. Di Sera In Sera is one of those albums that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. It’s not flashy, doesn’t scream for attention, but once you dive in, it sticks like glue. This record from Franco Ceccarelli feels deeply personal, almost like he’s sitting across the table sharing pieces of his soul over a glass of red wine. The mix of rock and pop vibes is smooth—like your favorite sweater—and the Italian roots give it this earthy warmth that makes you feel at home even if you don’t speak the language.
The credits alone tell you this was a labor of love. Roberto Poltronieri practically lives in this album with basslines, guitar riffs, and backing vocals all stamped with his name. Claudio Bonora keeps things tight on drums while Paolo Pigozzi adds layers of piano and keys that tug at your heartstrings. And then there’s Franco himself—on rhythm guitar and vocals—pouring every ounce of emotion into each track. You can hear it. You can feel it.
Now let me talk about two tracks that hit me hard. First off, “Auschwitz.” Yeah, heavy title, right? But man, this song… it’s haunting yet beautiful. The way Ceccarelli sings—he sounds like he’s carrying the weight of history on his shoulders. There’s no sugarcoating here; it’s raw, real, and kinda messy in the best possible way. The instrumentation builds slowly, pulling you deeper into its somber mood until you’re just sitting there thinking, wow, music can really do that? It stays with you long after the last note fades.
Then there’s “Io Ho In Mente Te,” which couldn’t be more different. This one’s lighter, dreamier—a little slice of romance wrapped up in melody. Franco’s voice has this sincerity that makes you believe every word he’s singing. Like, yeah buddy, we’ve all been there, stuck on someone who feels like the whole universe rolled into one person. The guitars are gentle, the piano soft as a whisper, and together they create this cozy vibe that makes you wanna grab someone close or just sit and stare out the window reminiscing.
What strikes me most about Di Sera In Sera is how honest it feels. No big-label gloss, no overproduced nonsense—it’s just people making music because they have something to say. Listening to it feels like flipping through an old photo album where every snapshot tells a story. Some are happy, some sad, some leave you scratching your head—but they’re all real.
And honestly? That’s rare these days. So many artists try so hard to fit trends or chase streams, but Franco Ceccarelli didn’t care about any of that. He made this album for himself—and maybe for folks like us who stumble upon it years later and find comfort in its imperfections.
Here’s the kicker though: I bet Franco never imagined how timeless this would feel. Music like this doesn’t age—it just sits quietly waiting for someone to rediscover it. Kinda poetic, isn’t it?
