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Curly like Maria are an Italian band formed in 2010 in Torino. The group's line-up consisted of Fabio Padovan (lead vocals, songwriter), Vincent (guitar, vocals, harmonica), Marco Cordazzo (drum) and Max Truglio (bass). The four musicians come from different backgrounds and influences of various kinds, perfectly blended and mixed to create a sound genuine and sincere. Their music featured a melding of rock from the 60s,  grunge and indie-rock influences. They made different live performance, expecially in Turin and Milan, for exemple at: Hiroshima mon amour, Spazio 211, Magnolia parade, Alcatraz.

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What people say about us.

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​It's just a ride. Album review on BLOW UP #149

The beginning is dazzling, All your love is one of the best overture disc made ​​in Italy in recent times, Californian sunshine pop to handcuff seen through the eyes of the English tourist, incorruptible, even after 45 years. The vintage wave to the people of Turin does not stop with the catchy WOTB, to keep for next summer or a holiday in Malibu, voice and construct the stationary UNPOC and Thrills (Bad affair) but by means such as a piano Crumar, hopes garage band for the dawn of a new era of love: the duration of the songs helps, but the relatively immature Curly like Maria got their hands in the right chest, where stealing is not even a disgrace and the fruits are seen when practice of writing music. (7)

Enrico Veronese.

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It's just a ride. Album review on Rockit.it

I thought that in Italy, besides the venetians HOME and the tuscan VICKERS, there was no other capable of tastefully updating the lessons taught by the Beatles or Neil Young: i'm referring to the capability of playing classic rock without falling into the mock-up of genres (we are beautiful, we are rebels, we have the right shoes, we're going to shread beds…yeah, but what about personality?), resulting in fresh and easy without really inventing something new.

I was wrong because directly from Turin we have a little group that knows how it's done: shortly measured tracks that are sonorously catchy, handclapping-voice-and-choruses that build quick melodies, the acoustic mood is misty but without that mannerism derived from the oh so many scarce bands out there ("J.Low"), guitars and harmonicas echoing in canadien ranches ("Brown Choices"), even epically when the workers flex their muscles ("City Loves You").

More than anything a shout out goes to the singer who manages to organize nonordinary plots on a canvas of simple harmonies so efficiently, that from the third listen on it's stuck in your head like evergreen from radio rock FM: maybe not everything is lost in the year 2010, that once you reach the bottom and you've dug for awhile it's time to come up again…

Mario Panzeri. Rockit

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