Pretty interesting psych heavy rock record... The low end hits first and stays put, like someone's parked a truck on your chest and left the engine idling. That opening riff in Funerale just drops fat and slow but keeps shoving forward with this impatient kick that makes your foot tap even when you don't want it to. Fuzz is everywhere, thick enough that it feels sticky on your skin, warm but kinda suffocating, like breathing hot air from an amp that's been on too long. The voice is buried way the hell back—Italian mumble you barely catch, more like a ghost complaining in the next room than actual lyrics. Makes the whole thing feel distant and boxed-in at the same time, uneasy as shit.
Then it flips fast—Pizzo comes in snapping and pissed, guitars biting quick like they got sick of the slow grind, short and mean, almost makes you grin for a second before it slams back down. Le Chiese drags heavy again, bass throbbing low and gloomy, almost like church bells underwater, everything pressing harder without speeding up. Grabovoi starts looping those nervous guitar bits, chasing around in circles, noisy and tense, building this itch that never quite scratches. Sequenze just lets go—echoes stretching cold and empty, loops repeating till your brain slows down and the quiet starts to hurt a little.
Cemento crashes back in brutal, grinding the same heavy pattern over and over till it numbs you then pulls you deeper anyway. Madama Cristina rides one swaying riff forever—repetitive to the point you might wanna skip, but if you don't, it locks in and the pulse just takes over, low end steady like a dull throb in your temples. 3424 drifts out loose, psychedelic arpeggios floating off, no big ending, just fades and leaves your ears ringing quiet.
Shifts are sudden, sometimes jarring—doom crush to quick snap to noisy wash to stubborn repeat—and yeah it can feel messy or drag when you're not in the mood. No clean cosmic trip, no big hooks to hum later, just this tense, concrete weight, Milan fog mixed with amp sweat and something occult lurking underneath. Leaves me wired and off, replaying it because the buzz won't quit, the unease hangs around longer than anything polished ever does. Rough, real, sticks like dirt under your nails. That's it.
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