Atjazz
Labfunk

You have a car full of gas, and the journey is very, very long. Let's say a straightforward Bolzano - Crotone, 13 hours of highway if you're lucky. The trip will be lonely, and you already see yourself talking to the dashboard, your best friend, from whom you will hopelessly try to bum yet another cigarette ... besides, the cigarette lighter doesn't even work, and actually, I should change this windshield, it's full of scratches; and what the heck is that stuff? When was the last time I vacuumed the floor mats?, you wonder, and in the midst of your pre-trip brainstorming, which usually takes place at improbable hours (3 AM?), you remember that, indeed, a good soundtrack is the only truly necessary option (pardon the oxymoron).

The dilemma.

Better heavy stuff to stay awake or more "easy listening" stuff to glide over the asphalt as if on an intangible breeze?

Fear Factory or Michael Hedges?

Snot or Lady GaGa?

And if, by some strange and cruel twist of fate, you could no longer find any Jamiroquai album?

(because in the end, despite everything, you would have chosen that one)

What would you do?

How could you experience that unique, intoxicating, unmistakable mix, that groovy mood (let me sound cool with big words), that low-fi taste, almost underground, like a smoky bar at two in the morning, with low lights and overly strong cocktails? The hypnotic atmospheres, funky vibes, interspersed with the most modern soul, and at the same time infused with a melancholy that blends with a sense of newfound serenity? Jungle flashes, injected basses, and shadows of panther women, erotic stories merging with keyboards.

Play "Labfunk." Atjazz. A long journey entirely acid jazz.