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In between, or among , we are a bit 'all. We are there to listen to American music, making transported to Texas or California every time we get one of those records that have the power to make us jump the ocean, and there are musicians, those with feet and guitars, are firm in Italy but play, dream, write as if that world much mythologized just around the corner and beyond the sea. For the sum of these reasons, in between there are also the Lowlands, currently the best band of Italian American rock'n'roll . There are more than others because they look to the west of Pavia with a passion for music fans (those, in fact, that a new album by Steve Wynn is always an event) and the communication of the person who makes music with the hope of bring away. Months ago, the Lowlands have made me one of their demo, and then another, then their precious debut Last Call (recorded - well, between Italy, America, England and Australia) in position 5 c 'is "In Between" in which Edward Abbiati writes and sings "you travel a million miles But never move on." It 'a song of hope and regret, the kind where the protagonist seems to be motionless, caught between the desire to go and the mysterious hand that holds it. Five painful minutes, the Ghost of Tom Joad , stuck with their violin and an essential accompaniment of acoustic guitars and pedal steel, in a beautiful album that oozes elsewhere American, the good, celebrating - with personality and originality - the many facets of songwriting made in the USA and the sound of many bands that these guys saw the wake. At the end of "In Between" is a phrase - "every now and then something happens" - that alone seems to pick up every secret ambition to home Lowlands. If it is true that sometimes something happens , here things will happen and they happen a lot, and it is thanks to a brilliant writing, you have a soild bilingual Australian who has blood in his veins, supports an interpretation that in our country - where to sing some things are so believable in three or four - it is almost impossible to beat.
so happens to fall in love "Leaving NYC", a song of travel and promises, among the most touching moments of the disc, where the protagonist goes through in America Greyhound of a thousand faces ("caught between dream and reality, like me, "sings Abbiati), of a thousand possibilities and the many betrayals. Where you run away like thieves from New York, where he welcomes those who have it made you cry and who is gone forever, where you can get high to be caught in Toronto and Buffalo, that America is that when you send rain down beneficial to alleviate the pain. And 'we heard America singing long enough to have almost bored, never knowing for sure if another song will come to love do it again. "Leaving NYC" is one of those, because they could write Willie Nile, Steve Forbert and Michael McDermott, and why that verse when you exit the Lincoln Tunnel to meet the New Jersey Turnpike , the ghost of Sandy and Thunder Road is not only a tribute to the music of Springsteen, but a crossroads of the unique emotions that lead elsewhere. The completeness of this record and the harmony of its intentions are proven fact, even by those acts of beauty Joint, such as "Ghost of This Town", poetry that seems to originate in the garage hybrid of Green On Red to land, just enough time to finish the first verse, from parts of the Hothouse Flowers in the land of Ireland in our country is the first door through which you really see America. Of dark nights, skies orange, street corners, the pale light of a full moon, on Friday in which to celebrate (two songs embrace with this theme, "Friday Night" and "That's Me On The Page") and beaches before the Pacific consumes the most beautiful disc american rock product in our country after the story by now far too short and the Emilia Rocking Chairs.
Take each of these songs and make it your own, without delay, to meet the Dream Syndicate who are no more ("What Can I Do") or to enjoy something that does not look like anything but the Lowlands ( "38th & Lawton"), because the skill of Abbiati (vocals, guitars and excellent artistic production) and those traveling with him (Simone Fratti bassist, drummer Paul Maggi, violinist and guitarist Simon Clare Jacob "John" Prunetti, Stefano Francesco Speroni and "Lebowski" Verrastro, more varied and noble guests, including Chris Cacavas and Nick Barker) is right in the border on the main walls of American music, or go the backwater streets of adding their own colors, which is not always as easy as it appears here. Already reported, with merit, from magazines and websites in America, the Lowlands are a good bet that some of our campaigns where you can drink the Bonarda to get to numb the land where whiskey, bourbon and beer flows freely.
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Knowing the Lowlands engaged soon (April 17) to Spaziomusica of Pavia, their Asbury Park, makes me want to steal back the words and give him a pint of good wishes, however, that some of these rockers plain collecting the 'last call are already parties.
Every now and then something happens ...
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