Picchio dal pozzo

I love the comfortable unpredictability of this album, with its avant jazz sounds steeped in Canterbury sensibilities. The random cries, moans, and gargles in the vocals, the playful tinkling of triangles over ominous droning, the horns and reeds fleshing out a lush soundscape, the xylophones keeping things silly amid the roaring of psychedelic guitars. A brilliant debut album, and not at all what I would have expected from the Italian prog scene.