Uphill songs are like math. They are hard to digest. They love to complicate their lives between odd times, strange chords, endless rolling, bold descents and ascents. The more you listen to them, the more you feel sick.
If taken in large doses, they cause vertigo, faithful to the prog rock doctrine that loves to do big things. But they are not always presumptuous. They do not forget that their role is to excite.
The talented Faraotti is a devoted disciple, but not a fundamentalist. With his trio he agrees with Beatles, King Crimson and Radiohead with an enviable ease that would make John Lydon (Le cose, Uh mani) smile. Uphill songs that are not short of breath, but look away.
Michele Chisena