Setlist incomplete and not in order.

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Online review by Rumore, translated to English below
Robyn Hitchcock takes the stage of the Folk Club with a polka dot shirt in order, a distracted air and the expression of someone who is there by chance but at the same time has the situation perfectly under control and likes to play a little with the audience and with his character as an eccentric gentleman. The theme of the evening seems to be his relationship with the Italian language, which obviously becomes a mere excuse to sneak up on the speakers, happy to let them do it, taking them into his surreal universe inhabited by insect mothers, ant women and men with lamps. bulb instead of the head. With his guitar on his back he starts to rattle off a lineup that with the latest album, the acoustic The Man Upstairs, shares the "Sixties Elektra album" attitude but no track.

Going to fish in an endless production, going back to the years of the Soft Boys , he brings out songs like Only the Stones Remain and I Got The Hots , adapted to a classic folk formula, within which the ties with tradition are accentuated but without ever losing that sort of cubist angularity that has always infiltrated everywhere, even in his most melodic ballads. The classics flow (even if all his songs are, each in their own way, in their messy anti-classicism: Hitchcock is one of those that must be taken as a whole): Queen Elvis , with the current girlfriend Emma Swift who accompanies him with voice and guitar - he will do it in a good number of songs -, I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl, Madonna of the Wasps , When I Was Dead . At one point he puts on his glasses, goes to the corner of the room where there is a piano, then asks to turn off the light and ends up performing, without even sitting down, a beautiful version of Harry's Song, from the penultimate work, the underrated Love from London . He also makes Motion Pictures by Neil Young his own, and what remains most impressed is his unmistakable voice that over time seems to have refined the ability to change register and mood .

At 63, Hitchcock is still a pupil of Syd Barrett, John Lennon and the Byrds, or rather, a fan with the gift of being able to pass on what he has learned his own. And the final encore, an impromptu and somewhat shaky Strawberry Fields Forever , but capable of perfectly evoking roots, belonging and attitude, is the best possible conclusion to a memorable evening.