Album Review: "Punito Perché Ho Detto Il Vero" by Vetro
Released in 2012, Punito Perché Ho Detto Il Vero is an unapologetic dive into raw emotion and gritty storytelling from Italian rock band Vetro. Falling under the broader umbrella of Rock but firmly rooted in Punk and Hardcore styles, this album doesn’t just ask for your attention—it demands it. Released independently on Not On Label, the record feels like a labor of love that refuses to conform to mainstream expectations.
The tracklist itself reads like a manifesto, with songs such as Bet, El Capitano, and Centocelle offering glimpses into Vetro's chaotic yet poetic world. But if there’s one song that sticks out, it’s Woody Strode (Klaus Kinsky Cover). This cover pays homage to its original while adding a distinctly Vetro twist—gritty guitar riffs paired with vocals that sound like they’re being shouted through clenched teeth. It’s the kind of track that makes you want to punch something, but in a good way. You know? Like catharsis wrapped up in distortion pedals.
Another standout is Onore al Cane. The energy here is relentless, almost suffocating—but intentionally so. Lyrically, it hits hard, exploring themes of loyalty and defiance without ever sounding preachy. There’s something about how the drums crash against the melody that feels like running headfirst into a wall, only to realize the wall was made of pure adrenaline. Tracks like these remind us why Punk and Hardcore still matter—they strip music down to its bare bones and let passion do the talking.
Other tracks like No Mas (Kafka Cover) and Surf Polizia showcase the band’s versatility, blending literary references with pounding rhythms. Meanwhile, Mani In Faccia brings a darker tone, almost like a slap across the face—a wake-up call hidden within layers of feedback and fury.
What makes Punito Perché Ho Detto Il Vero memorable isn’t just its technical skill or genre-bending approach; it’s the sense of authenticity that permeates every note. Listening to this album feels like eavesdropping on someone’s private rebellion—a mix of anger, frustration, and hope all rolled into one noisy package.
In hindsight, maybe the title says it all: “Punished Because I Told the Truth.” If truth hurts, then consider this album a sonic bruise—one you’ll keep coming back to because, weirdly enough, it feels kind of good.
