Noemi’s punchy anthem, Odio Tutti I Cantanti (I Hate All Singers), is a loud eye-roll at the noisy, consumer-obsessed circus around us. She lists “quante cose inutili”—all those useless things we crave—while the TV blares and headlines stab like a dagger to the heart. The repeated line “odio tutti i cantanti” is less a literal rant against musicians and more a playful way of saying, “I’m sick of empty pop-culture promises.” The “pioggia di metallo” (metal rain) paints a picture of a world that feels cold, mechanical, and relentless.
Yet beneath the sarcasm lies vulnerability. Noemi watches dreams turn to hail, wonders about the weight of freedom, and feels both repelled by and drawn to love. Every time the person she sings to “mi guardi così”—looks at her like that—the fury wavers, revealing a longing for something genuine in the middle of all the clamor. The song is a bold, witty cry for authenticity in a world that keeps turning up the volume.