When you set out alone, you usually take the opportunity to give free rein to your passions, to take risks. It has not been the case of Alizz, who in his path together with other artists as a producer (C. Tangana as the greatest exponent) has developed the most avant-garde and groundbreaking of his career. On the other hand, under his alias he has opted – without disdain – for something more standard and accessible.
On his first album, “There has to be something more” (21), the mainstream sound and the nineties guitars combined with joy, with some nostalgic and unquestionable surprise, like his duet with Amaia. In his second appearance as a soloist, Cristian Quirantes, the man behind the junk, has become somewhat more predictable.
The lost highway, the saturated voices, the cinematic landscapes, the strummed guitars, the window down and the Collserola-type viewpoints, the cans and cigarette butts, that eternal night… After its predecessor, “Reckless driving” not surprising. Lyrics that affect again and again the longing for love, the obsession, the tobacco smoke with which one Alizz seems to have been disturbed.
As for the collaborations, which had given such good returns to the one from Castelldefels, they work without surprising. Maria Arnal climbs into the car of some distorted Mecano in “Wake up”. The ballad with Cuco is restrained. “Just you and me, forming the aroma of our heat.” Declarations that, if they do not offer lead in the chest, remain corny. And Renaldo and Clara also join in to give shape to the theme in Catalan “No Ho Se”.
What does not fail in the long run, obviously, is the quality of the production. Of a frightening pluperfect. Broken sounds clean, little noises PC Music (“Where are you”), also. Alizz He is the best producer of his generation. But the best knows that many more factors govern pop than technical virtuosity. And we would have liked this “Reckless driving” I would have taken a few more curves.