Bread Pitt
Ipseon

That being a "terrone" is cool is now well-known, but it's always surprising to find the axiom valid that there's nothing cooler than those who are (or act) uncool.
I'm talking about Bread Pitt, as much of "terroni" as uncool, that they are one of the most freaking interesting things in the Apulian underground.

Born and raised from the jagged terrain of the Murgia hill, the three natives of AltamuraCittàDelPane (well... to each his own... some have Padre Pio...) formed in 2001 and started a typical musical journey (concerts, studio recordings, etc...) that led them to release this ipseon in 2007 after other self-produced works.

Already with the cover featuring Cosmic-goat imagery and equipped with futuristic listening instructions, it makes an impression.
But let's get to the point:
Bread Pitt are punk (at least in attitude) and the label they stuck to themselves with resin (Incapable Sound, ed.) seems to confirm it...
Bread Pitt sometimes pack potentially revolutionary anthems with great mass appeal (are they considering diving into politics?).
It's clear that it's easy to shout genius reading the lines "I will tie myself to Natuzzi's gates, I'll bring my daughter and feed her what's left of the sofas..." but the CD offers us first-rate instrumental pieces, anything but nonsense.

Bread Pitt have decided they like Kraut rock and have embedded a series of rhythmic variations that make their music very enjoyable, never becoming progressive in the negative sense of the term.

Bread Pitt are discovering electronics, when they use it in a primordial way, valid things come out, when they embark on a (one and only) divertissement based on a pre-packaged rhythm from the toy keyboard of the moment, here they misstep.
Not even nonsense can be invoked as a mitigating factor, and then there's already the indie/lo-fi/micro-electronics that has already thoroughly bored us with these crummy things.

Bread Pitt play like gods at least as much as their CD sounds.

Don't buy them.