Alfa Romeo’s Risotto Rocket

BALOCCO, Italy – A distant howl hovers over this placid countryside known for Arborio rice and RPMs.

This is the spiritual home of Alfa Romeo. And the howl, an eerie blend of jet engine and Chewbacca, belongs to the 8C Competizione – a “halo car” for a brand seeking redemption.

Hopes are the 8C will erase lingering memories of shoddy quality that led to Alfa’s exit from the U.S. in 1995, and whet the appetites of a new generation for whom Italian styling and technology represent only romance.

Angelic aspirations aside, this halo vehicle has a devilish side. The cartoonish proportions of its bug-eyed, wide-mouthed face belie the 450 hp of V-8 fury beneath its arrow-like hood.

Its ominous exhaust and outsized, air-cooled brakes clearly state this is not a car to trifle with. Seductive is the dignified elegance of its Coke-bottle lines, 20-in. wheels, shimmering red paint and, most of all, its exquisite voice.

The 8C’s exhaust note recalls the vocal range of Luciano Pavarotti, whose memory is cherished here. Like The Maestro in his prime, the 8C is capable of sweet, mellow tones and – when required – fiery passion.

The Alfa Romeo 8C Competizione features classic Italian styling outside, with its fluid lines, and inside, with buttery leather.

In sport mode, the 8C’s exhaust is channeled through a series of baffles that raise its pitch. Under throttle, the result is a triumphant crescendo that warrants encore after encore.

Sadly, the console button that activates sport mode – and dials back Alfa’s trademark Vehicle Dynamic Control system – is disappointingly vague. Like putting your thumb in polenta.

But there is nothing ambiguous about the resulting performance. On this rain-greased test track, the car’s rear end begs to snap loose with every input.

Time for decrescendo. Thumb back into the polenta.

Feedback is immediate and precise. Right foot down, shoulder blades back – pressed hard into rigid seats, elegantly upholstered with buttery leather.

Paddling through the 6-speed sequential manual gearbox, the 8C’s heritage comes through loud and clear.

While the Greeks were inventing tragedy, the Italians were defining drama. So it is not surprising, then, that the 8C greets each upshift with an explosive acceleration burst – after a suitable pause for effect.

Meanwhile, the car announces almost every downshift with the pop-pop-popping of back pressure.

If this seems cheesy, Alfa can be forgiven. Not far from here is the birthplace of parmesan.

Nevertheless, when the limited-production 8C arrives in the U.S. near the end of this year, it will deservedly command the kind of respect music lovers reserved for The Maestro.

Bravo, Alfa Romeo.

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