6. January 2014
Review: Giuda – Let’s Do It Again
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| ‘Let’s Do It Again’ (OUT NOW) |
By Alle Royale
Rock ‘n’ roll has always been about theatre: you don’t need to be a virtuoso musician, you don’t need to be Dylan or Cohen, you don’t have to save the Amazonian forests; but there’s one thing that could help to drum you up in case you want to get noticed, and it’s a concept.
Born from the ashes of punk band Taxi, the five piece collectively known as Giuda, under the guidance of mastermind guitarist Lorenzo Moretti, succeeded in what virtually no band from Italy were able before: crossing the national borders to achieve an international credit as the hot new thing in rock. The funny fact is that Giuda, at this point, are probably more famous in Britain
If you want to say something universal, you must say something personal, and Giuda sing about their everyday life and passions: the soccer team of their hometown, the life in the suburbs, the women, the teenage dreams every kid out there could empathize with.
I recently witnessed one of their flaming live performances and finally the reason of their success appeared crystal clear: Giuda never overplay, they never stretch themselves beyond their capabilities but stick to their strengths and hit you repeatedly like a boxer that knows two moves, but knows them darn well. The mechanics of their instrumental interplay is perfectly oiled, the vocals delivered with intelligible aggressiveness and taste for melody, but, most of all, they look and act like a team: when, at the beginning of “Teenage Rebel”, they turned their backs to the audience playing in front of their Davoli amplifiers like a gang preparing for the attack, I knew they were going to win every people inside the club, and they did.
“Let’s Do It Again” has been released hot on the wheels of successful debut “Racey Roller” and, fortunately, is every bit as good as its predecessor and better; from the opening salvo of irresistible single “Wild Tiger Woman”, “Yellow Dash” and “Get That Goal” (yes, it’s about soccer) to the instrumental declaration of intent “Roller Skates Rule O.K.”, Giuda appear like rulers of their own game: partying like Slade and Mud, but with the ballsy tightness of AC/DC and the relentless delivery of Status Quo.
Made in Britain? Nope…Made in Italy