MILLE PUNTI - Overtourism

It had never happened before that someone dared to portray Italy's hyper-touristic drift of recent years through a record, let alone with a concept that's both original and far from straightforward, especially when the choice falls on dance-floor electronics, framed for the occasion by lyrics as disillusioned as they are genuinely true to the facts.
That's exactly what A Thousand Points — the project of Milanese musician Edoardo Bassi — has done with his third album, titled, fittingly, "Overtourism," which gathers nine songs in which the disenchantment that unfolds before the multitude of trolleys swarming like ants along the sidewalks of cities such as Florence, Venice and, lately, even the "reborn" Naples, fully conveys a certain sense of "unease".

A Thousand Points thus lines up tracks that wink at italodisco and the most restless strain of clubbing.
"Caldo d'agosto, strada bloccata, pezzo di costa gentrificata" ("August heat, blocked street, gentrified stretch of coast"), Bassi sings in "Malinconia Mediterranée," the third track of the set, embroidering on what's been said above, while an electro backing straight out of a 90s VIP room pulses right on cue. And then there's "Scelte sbagliate," with a synth spinning like a top, driving a magnetic restart that sounds like it's lifted from a Soerba record. The historic duo formed by Luca Urbani and the unforgettable Gabriele D'Amora is, unsurprisingly, the most sensible reference point for getting a feel for A Thousand Points's style, without straying too close to other showboaters of contemporary electropop, such as Dargen D'Amico.

"Una pace interiore" pushes things even further, ramping up the tempo. A Thousand Points thus stages a sarcastic little party, attempting to reconcile the electronic sounds of a now-extinct past with a wounded gaze towards a shoddy present.
Closing this intoxicating analog descent into the deepest dark of a shuttered nightclub is "Ultima canzone," with lines like "Fuori è un mondo ostile per noi, persi in mezzo al fumo, sconosciuti che si abbracciano, questo gran finale è per noi" ("Outside it's a hostile world for us, lost in the smoke, strangers embracing each other, this grand finale is for us"), sung just before a videogame-style interstellar-mission beat takes over, defining the last stand of an old-school juggler trying every which way to raise the tent of a circus that, by now, feels at times exasperating and wildly overexposed.

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24/09/2026