Artisti Noi by Mario Carlucci – A Wild Ride Through Synths and Sass
Alright, let’s dive into Artisti Noi, the latest drop from Mario Carlucci. If you’re into Italo-Disco with a twist of German precision (yeah, who would’ve thought?), this album is gonna slap you in the face—in a good way. Produced by Harald Hecht and penned by Carlucci himself, it’s got that retro vibe but somehow feels fresh. Like, imagine cruising through neon-lit streets at 3 AM while eating currywurst. Weird? Yeah. But it works.
First off, let’s talk about “Life In Germany.” This track hits hard. The beat? Insane. It’s like your brain’s getting massaged by synths on steroids. There’s something about how the bassline just grinds against the melody—it's hypnotic as hell. You can almost picture sweaty dance floors in Berlin clubs where everyone pretends they're too cool to enjoy it—but trust me, they are LOVING IT. What sticks out most is how simple yet addictive it is. No overthinking here; just pure groove magic.
Then there’s “Io E Gino.” Holy crap, this one’s wild. It starts with this playful riff that feels like someone tickling your ears with disco glitter. And then BAM—those vocals kick in, all smooth and sultry, making you feel like you’re sipping espresso on an Italian piazza. Except wait…you’re actually freezing your ass off in Hamburg. Confusing? Sure. Awesome? Absolutely. I kept coming back to this track because it’s got personality for days. It doesn’t try too hard, but damn if it doesn’t leave a mark.
Now, don’t get me wrong—this isn’t some perfect masterpiece. Some tracks drag a bit, and yeah, maybe Angela could've been more than just okay. But honestly? That rawness kinda adds to its charm. It’s not trying to impress snobs or win awards. It’s just doing its thing, loud and proud.
So here’s the kicker: listening to Artisti Noi made me realize something weird. Music doesn’t need to be polished to death to hit home. Sometimes, it just needs guts. Harald Hecht nailed the production, and Mario Carlucci brought the soul. Together, they created a chaotic little gem that screams, “Screw perfection—let’s party!”
Final verdict? Give this sucker a spin. Just don’t blame me when you can’t stop humming “Io E Gino” during your morning commute.
