Capo Plaza
Plaza

There is a new generation of rappers who have learned the flow from Future and Italian from Pop Smoke; lucky them and their wet trap dreams. They are now growing up even outside of Milan, in remote villages where for every lake you see, you imagine a kid in his underwear shooting with a machine gun. Well, Capo Plaza has little to do with the humid aesthetics of certain southern rap, yet he has a certain neomelodic way of chewing rhymes that seem to slip off his tongue. Melodies not for notes, but for bars. In short, the yin in the yang, Salerno saber-rattling in Montenapo.

His new album becomes a pain in the ass halfway through the first listen, but if you have the luck to immediately skip to the right tracks, you will find in your hands the epitome of today's mundane-yet-heart-thumping rap. Not the one with Gunna, not even the fourth take of Allenamento, but romantic crude tracks like No Stress, Street, and Non Fare Così. Trite, sad, and sweet things that make our eyes shine while we watch the city lights evaporate in slow motion.