A volcano of no
Francesca Michielin – ph. Sergione Infuso
Text Valerio Piperata
Couldn’t have we avoided – just for once – yet another chart-ranking track scoring an impressive five and half million YouTube views but be about absolutely nothing? These are the outcome of Francesca Michielin’s latest single, Vulcano (in English Volcano), which anticipates the album, about which not much is known, and yet much can be guessed or assumed.
Corro di notte, i lampioni, le stelle, c’è il bar dell’indiano, profuma di tè, rido più forte, mi perdo nell’alba, sei in tutte le cose e in tutte le cose esplode la vertigine che ho di te (I run into the night, street-lights, stars, there’s the Indian’s bar, it smells of tea, I laugh louder, getting lost I the dawn, you are in everything and I am taken over by the dizzy feeling you cause in me) – sings the twenty-two year old from Bassano del Grappa while waving her arms about under a Berlin sky (please, can we stop with that: the German capital is a corny cliché, Tommaso Paradiso, of Thegiornalisti, knows a thing or two about that), eating strawberries, dancing and listening to music from an old CD player, in the attempt to steer as far away as possible from the image of the ‘wonder girl’ conjured up from the X Factor’s box of magic tricks earning, therefore, the right to produce music failures disguised as dreams.
«Basta storie eteree. Di’ esattamente quello che c’è da dire. Verità contro vanità: stupisci te stessa, prima di volere stupire gli altri, fai qualcosa che non ti aspetti prima di qualcosa che non si aspettano» (Enough with ethereal romances. Say exactly what it needs to be said. Truth vs vanity: surprise yourself before others, do something you would not expect of yourself let alone others) – sings Francesca. Too bad that Vulcano is, in fact, a copy of L’ultima Festa by Cosmo, the singer-songwriter who is deemed to be the new Franco Battiato. What surprises is that Francesca Michielin managed to turn hers into a bland, insipid track lending her capable, powerful and extraordinarily skilled voice to words that mean nothing.
All on a base that shamelessly cites all available music trends with a rhythm suited to a reggaeton track and a scattering of trap, a music genre with its own distinctive market, which everyone keeps plagiarizing. More than something explosive, Vulcano is yet another one of those songs to be sung at the top of your voice (or maybe not!) while driving on your way to a club, musing about your current love life, so special to you and yet so similar to every other person’s, that you will still forget about a moment later, waiting for the next average romance.