Album Review: Parla Più Piano Brucia La Terra by Leda Battisti
Alright, let’s cut to the chase. If you’re a fan of Europop with that unmistakable Italian flair, Leda Battisti’s Parla Più Piano Brucia La Terra (2017) is worth your time. It’s like someone took all the sun-soaked vibes of Italy, threw in some serious pop hooks, and said, “Here, have fun.” Spoiler alert: I did.
First off, the title track, "Parla Più Piano (Brucia La Terra)", is an absolute earworm. The melody sticks to your brain like pasta stuck to the wall—annoying at first but oddly satisfying after a while. There’s this sultry undertone, like Leda’s whispering secrets only you’re allowed to hear. And honestly? That chorus? Chef’s kiss. It’s dramatic without being OTT, emotional without dragging you into a Lifetime movie. I found myself humming it while pretending to be productive at work. Not great for spreadsheets, but hey, priorities.
Then there’s another banger (though not literally; no tape recording here, folks!) that caught my attention. Let’s call it Track X because I’m bad with names. This one’s got a groove so smooth it could make even your grumpy cat tap its paw. The beat’s infectious, and Leda’s voice dances over it like she owns the place—which, fair enough, she kinda does. You can tell she poured her heart into this album, even if Infinity & no tape recording and Sony/ATV Harmony probably had something to say about it too.
What makes this album stand out isn’t just its catchy tunes—it’s how unapologetically Italian it feels. It’s like sipping espresso on a Vespa while yelling at tourists to move faster. The production is polished yet retains a raw edge, like they didn’t scrub away all the personality in post. Weird flex, but I respect it.
Now, here’s the kicker: listening to this album made me realize something profound. Pop music doesn’t need to reinvent the wheel to be good—it just needs to remind you why wheels exist in the first place. Sure, Parla Più Piano Brucia La Terra won’t change your life or solve world hunger, but it’ll definitely make waiting in line at the DMV less soul-crushing. And honestly? Sometimes that’s enough.
Final verdict: 8/10. Would recommend pairing with gelato and existential dread.
