Oh my God.

I'm about to talk about something I NEVER talk about. Simply because I don't watch it. But when the girls of the house ask you “but does rock exist in Italy? And what groups are there? Friends and classmates want to know! Now! Immediately!" the situation becomes complicated.

In fact, even a couple of German colleagues got curious and asked me enlightenment: does Italian rock really exist? Such a thing as kraut-rock, but pasta-rock instead? (if German rock is called "kraut", by analogy the Italian one will be called "pasta / pizza rock".)

The point is that "they did not expect something like this from Italy". And here TWO annoying phenomena start, one by the foreign public and one by the Expat communities. Which, with the obsolete Italianity, make money and carve out important doses of power. If I told you that the guy who "managed" the twinning between Düsseldorf and Palermo thinks that in Italy wives obey their husbands, you would probably be horrified. Well, horrified as well.

On this thing of "managing the Old Italy", mind you, we run money. I don't want to mention absurd “Italian festivals” in Solingen, with the trains of people in the square singing I'm a real Italian. These things I leave to the worms of Dune. (but it's a nice round of pennies).

The point comes when in Italy it is said that Albano and ROmina have divorced and no longer speak to each other while they then tour abroad and fill stadiums singing happiness and holding hands. The point comes from the whole turnover that goes into organizing concerts of singers who were strong at the time of your grandmothers, simply because second and third generation Italians are not allowed to know that Italy has changed.

When someone tells you that he envies you because according to him we Italians still obey us, you KNOW that someone has taken him. Or you've never had an Italian wife.

And when an identity that you rejected (along with 90% of the country) already when you lived in Italy is sewn onto you, your balls turn.

Of course, there are groups that under the hypocritical acronym of "Italians of new emigration" intend to distinguish themselves, as it must be said, from the "characters" of the last wave. I understand the intent, but the fact that I had to find an euphemism indicates a lack of courage.

So, I know very well that the German thinks that in Italy there is no rock, or rather, maybe there are those who listen to it but there will be no bands that play it. So they come and they tell you “I didn't expect it from Italy”. Of course, you were expecting Toto Cotugno. I know. And I can't even blame the Germans for this, if the community moves when a singer from Pupo's generation arrives, while if Lacuna Coil arrives, the community pretends not to know them. In Puglia? A buttana so undressed? But when ever, in Puglia they are all virgins. These are people who don't talk about Emma so as not to give strange ideas to their daughters.

(luckily the German school is a German factory, so in the end young people don't grow up like that).

So no, the rock group comes from Italy and poof, people realize that Italy can also produce rock. And I must say that it was received only too well.

if you consider that the German Eurovision broadcast supports the Maneskins, and that this is the reaction of a people who normally do NOT have body language, you can understand that they like them a lot. To the Germans.

And therefore the German girls are better informed by the Italian authority of the class, namely the two Italian girls in the class. Who suddenly have to get out of K-Pop and J-Pop to know everything about Italian rock.

But this, I repeat, is there. What is NOT there is to hear comments such as "but they do not represent Italian music, there is no melody". Said by Italians. In an Italian food importing supermarket.

What you don't expect is that instead of cheering for them, they despise them ("but that's stu ricchione") because they are telling the world that Italy is made up of plants that convert the mafia into pasta by issuing pizza as a secondary product.

It is a very deep gap between "Italians of new immigration" and those of "old immigration", and honestly those of "new immigration" generally think like me. But the others, with their networks of acquaintances, are rowing against.

But honestly, it's unnerving. It is unnerving because I do not go around saying that I am an "authentic" Italian, while they do, and they take care to say that modern Italians "are no longer true Italians". I mean, I'm not really Italian. And this stuff makes me turn my balls: today the Italian community in Germany is extremely disunited, precisely because when you meet someone first you want to understand which wave they belong to, and then if anything you make friends with them. And it's not even the anthropological difference that bothers me, but their claim to be the only truly authentic Italians. If you don't like Albano and Romina, you are not a real Italian. But fuck yourself.

Having said that, therefore, it would seem that this year I will hear the Maneskin playing often, through the open windows on the ground floor, from car stereos, portable JVCs, etc.

And since I mentioned them, I had to go and see them.

Yeah, because I hadn't seen them. Since Sanremo seems to be built to respect the wishes of the "Italians of old immigration", I usually take care not to look at it. And since

var sanremo useless;

then

var eurovision [39] sanremo

I was saying, I went to watch Eurovision. And the girls of the house did too, who spent the New Year with some absurd manga hats to watch BTS streaming from Korea, but they don't watch Western stuff like Eurofestival. BUT as they are now the stars and this song is about to break the German charts, then they need to know everything too.

Therefore.

First point: yes, they rock.

Second point: no, they are not like the sacred monsters of rock. Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, etc. And it's obvious: if you want to understand why it's obvious, take a photo of yourself from 20 years ago and compare it with today's. You have changed. So, you are no longer yourself. Or, things change but they remain themselves. So Maneskin rock, but while you were busy polishing your sarcophagus, rock changed. It is called "passing time" and it is a phenomenon known to most.

Third point: obviously they trigger hormonal reactions in adolescents. There is the right amount of naked male skin in the right place, and as if that were not enough the musical pillar of the band is not the singer, but the bassist. And consequently the girls have both sex (which is a NORMAL component of Rock) and an icon to identify with. And if it is the pillar of all sound, even better. Clearly they have sent every German teenager into a frenzy.

Fourth point: is it the best in the standings? Uhm. Boh. For me, number one would be this, for the same reasons girls like Maneskins.

But as they say, tastes are tastes.