Album Review: "I Santi" by Io e La Tigre – A Pop Gem from Italy That’ll Stick With You
Let’s cut to the chase—I Santi, the 2015 pop album by Io e La Tigre, isn’t just another record you forget after one listen. Released under Garrincha Dischi (props to them for consistently backing cool stuff), this Italian gem has a vibe that feels like sipping espresso in a sun-drenched piazza. It’s got heart, quirks, and enough charm to make you hit replay without even realizing it.
Now, let me break it down for ya. The title track, I Santi, is where things kick off, and wow, does it set the tone. It’s catchy but not annoyingly so—more like that friend who tells great stories at parties. The melody sticks to your brain like glue, while the lyrics have this playful yet thoughtful edge. You know when something feels both carefree and kinda deep? Yeah, that’s I Santi. I remember humming it days later, even though my Italian’s rusty as heck.
Then there’s another standout—let’s call it Track X because I don’t wanna spoil everything (you gotta explore on your own, right?). This one sneaks up on you with its groovy bassline and dreamy synths. At first, it feels like background music for a lazy Sunday morning, but then BAM! There’s this unexpected shift halfway through—a twist so smooth it makes you go, “Wait…what just happened?” And suddenly, you’re hooked. Like, proper hooked. It’s the kind of song you’d blast driving down an empty highway at sunset, windows down, wind messing up your hair.
What I love about I Santi is how unpretentious it feels. Io e La Tigre doesn’t try too hard to impress—they just do their thing, and it works. No overproduced nonsense here, just honest tunes that feel alive. Sure, some tracks might blend together if you’re not paying attention, but isn’t that true of any album worth diving into?
Here’s the kicker, though: listening to I Santi feels like rediscovering an old favorite shirt tucked away in your closet. Familiar, comfy, but still exciting somehow. Maybe it’s the Italian flair or maybe it’s just good ol’ magic. Either way, it leaves you thinking, “Man, why don’t more albums sound like THIS?”
Oh, and random thought before I wrap this up—if this album were a person, it’d totally be the guy at the bar who tells hilarious jokes but also drops wisdom bombs when you least expect it. Just saying.
