«Rock as a language, cultured and proletarian, hurled beyond states and ghettos; rock as a cry for independence or demoralizing business. Hated and loved, beatified as a saint and despised as a devil, this bastard child, born of a “sinful marriage” between blacks and whites (blues and R&B on the one hand, country and western on the other) quickly took over the world, singing of rebellion and hope, despair and utopia, unrest and solidarity, the ecstasy of the senses and the cold night of death. »
Giampaolo Rizzetto | drawn from the record label text