Music

 

«Wonderful and amazingly played music.»

— G. Schamp, “De Belgische Luitacademie”

 

«An instrumental mastery of absolute importance, which is punctually matched by a coherent and never “over the top” interpretative vision. [...] A record that really deserves to be listened to.»

— G. Odero, “Il Fronimo”

 

«Every movement is a wonderful musical landscape. Pansolin executes them beautifully with his artistic sensibility taking us back to elegant yet intense bygone sounds.»

— L. Tozzi, “Musica”

«A dreamy, poetic and meditative album.»

— M. Riboni, “Amadeus”

 

«Pansolin plays masterfully. […] I feel Zamboni would be pleased.»

— C. J. Arbuthnott, “The Lute Society”

 

«What truly had us enamoured with this album were its brilliant depth, the clarity in its execution and the subtlety in the ornaments. It makes for a measured, refined and tasteful listen, all traits that can be attributed to its musical gallantry.»

— C. Rodriguez Campos, “Hispanica Lyra, Sociedad de la Vihuela” (ES)

 

«Pansolin’s elegant embellishments, resolved with precision and imagination, and the timbral differentiation, employed to achieve structural clarity, are certainly noteworthy. […] Pansolin is able to make the best choices (agogic, timbral, phraseological) in any context he find himself working.»

— G. Odero, “Il Fronimo”

Poetry

«Pixels is a collection of precious poetic gemstones that come together as if encrusted on a royal jewel one after the other and page after page.»

— A. Sacco, “Poesia del Nostro Tempo”

 

«Compositions too beautiful, of terrible truth, to make you shiver.»

— F. Russo, "Culture and Perspectives"

 

«A new voice, outside the canons, a voice that makes you think, that caresses the imagination, that materializes the essence of man in the universe.»

— M. Carocci, "Oubliettemagazine"

«In his book Pixels, Simone Pansolin dives straight into the heart of human existence. His poetry is raw and laid bare, but never defenceless, as it cuts sharply through like few others’ do.»

— S. d’Andrea

 

«The pages are throbbing quivers of a soul capable of generating the strongest emotions.»

— "Silarus"

 

«A sensitibility of mind of the first order. [. . .] We are convinced, very convinced, that we will hear about him, and not a little.»

— F. Castellani, "Poets in Society"