I’m the one who goes on trips to the deepest, most rural parts of the Po Valley. Here I was in the province of Cremona, and the V7 performed brilliantly.
I’ve included a photo of the village of Gattarolo Cappellino because the name is quite a laugh in Italian.
Gattarolo: someone who loves cats, a cat hoarder
Cappellino: a small hat
A small cemetery in San Paolo Ripa d’Oglio, in northern Italy. I was struck by this gravestone, from which everything has vanished: name, photo, epitaphs
I must admit, I wasn’t familiar with Pale Fountains, and so I hadn’t heard of this album either. I picked it up because I was intrigued by the year (1983) and a quick Google search. I’m glad I bought it; I’ve already listened to it three times. In any case, it seems to have its own significance within the new wave scene.
What do you think?