Until further notice, Marrageddon is the plebiscite coronation of the King of Rap; and maybe this is nitpicking, but we’ll get there.
Let’s go in order: first the general flood, which, once the fear of the lump sum had passed, contributed to the addition of a new entry to the list of dirty festivals, increasing its epic character if possible.
The beginning, to be honest, was not easy: the impression of the general coldness of the public at the first performances was promptly noted in the comments to the live broadcast on Twitch, where Naples had already launched the challenge – Neapolitan City. is the next stage of Marrageddon, and most of the comments about “Milanese with a pole in their asses” come from there.
A little color note: again, someone in the comments suggests that the audience controls the energy of the heavyweights of the last four hours of the party. The truth is much simpler: Kid Yugi, who performs first after the DJ sets, is little known (unfortunately: the boy is cool), and Young Miles’ powerful set has the disadvantage of taking place in broad daylight.
In general, before Tedua (yes, he was there too, surprisingly, to give a taste The Divine Comedy in view of the concert at the Forum in Assago) one gets the impression that everything remains a little subdued, a kind of calm before the storm.
Anna Pepe, the only female member of the cast, deserves an honorable mention because she impressed among the “new recruits” as perhaps the most prepared for these stages, and because never before had she demonstrated as she did yesterday that she Announcement To date, a whole life has passed, freeing myself from this burden. She did this by joking about it, warning the audience that she wrote the song when she was “very young”, declaring her creative growth without showing off and generally appearing convincing.
After her, surprises await Ensi and Nerone, followed by Paki and Shiva. The latter played at home, and it was noticeable.
The first heavyweight to take the stage is Fabri Fibre, who in the day of the King of Rap plays Cardinal Mazarin: he has no need – he has never had such a need in his entire career – to give himself a dramatic investment, but he reminds us of what he has already done hits in 2004 with a medley taken from Mister Sympathy which simultaneously evokes delight and tears of nostalgia. And it doesn’t matter that the most recent works don’t have the same power (except I thought about youwith which he ends his set and which, performed by 90 thousand people, releases all its classical aura).
Behind him is Salmo with the usual hybrid set to which he has accustomed us, in which, starting from the middle, he sits on the console and drains the mud of the Hippodrome with earthquakes of direct speakers. Devastating, as always. During Salmo’s performance there was also a surprise from Noyz Narcos and the first appearance of Marra in a red balaclava: “I’m not saying anything, guys, see you soon.”
Around 21:30 the host takes the stage: the Marrakash concert is an important show with a selection of songs that spans the entire discography, a dance troupe that offers urban choreography with great stage impact, fireworks displays and plenty of emotion. The only previously announced guest, Gue, is, as expected, greeted by the 84,000 “faithful” of Marrageddon with love, delight and devotion to the iconic Santeria set. But there are still many surprises: Mahmoud, Blanco, Madame and Laza also appear on stage without warning. Sipario, meeting on September 30 in Naples.
In the end, what is left of Marrageddon?
In order: throughout the day, those who took turns taking the stage sought to repeat that history was made yesterday. This is partly true: for the first time, an Italian rapper is trying to do something that has so far only been possible in other places. Comparison with Utopia Travis Scott obviously, it is clear that the idea has this precedent in mind.
History was made at a time when perhaps the world of hip-hop had never been publicly celebrated on this scale: the 84,000 people at the rapper roundup had never seen each other; The story also began from the moment when a stone thrown by Marracash into a pond caused a massive tsunami for the entire scene: a precedent that can no longer be ignored. Anyone who decides to try something like this will always have to deal with this comparison.
At the same time, anyone who fails to do something similar is unlikely to be able to claim the King Prize, for which Marrakesh signed up yesterday, without raising any objections, offering evidence of this record that is much harder to dispute than the boast of a rap artist. games. and even to a changing number of Spotify or FIMI. On the other hand, if rap is a democratic republic based on realitywhat is more real than 84 thousand people at a concert?
History was later made when, while compiling the lineup, Marrakash and his entourage gave a kind of advice to the favorites: those who were not there, especially among the newcomers, would have something to envy to those who were there. ‘was, and whoever it is will put it on the first page of their resume.
But back to the quibble we mentioned at the beginning: it feels like, precisely because it was a “Marracentric” festival, the story was only half written. Let’s be clear: this is a good thing. This means there is still room to dig deeper, refine the details and prepare an event that brings into focus many of the things that were backlit yesterday but obscured by the blinding lights of Marrakash.
Rap is a genre in which today parents with tattoos on their faces accompany their young and inquisitive children to a concert and sing the same songs along with teenagers: at least three generations are crossed, and the genre is very far from manifesting itself. signs of aging; Rap is also a genre where, like London jazz bars but on a larger scale, everyone collaborates with everyone.
Each of yesterday’s episodes had at least one guest, and in many cases hosted the host. For the number one genre, this is an incredible collaboration. According to the constitution. Basically, for posterity: yes, rap history was made in Marrageddon, but from the point of view of its new (old?) king.
There is rightfully no one like him today. But the rut of Marrageddon may inspire the idea of a festival that celebrates rap and only rap: it would be a page of history that could force everyone to agree. Even more than Marrageddon.