Clipping
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Where were we?

Dead, I fuck the devil and come back to life, only my life sucks. I build my own castle and the castle collapses. BAM SHIT, LITTLE FUCKING HORN COMES BACK ON TRACK. Exactly the same point as two years ago. Only much stronger and more psychologically damaged. 

Now, what can I do? I can try to rebuild everything from scratch, learning from the mistakes made. Can I? Naaaaaah. When everything falls, the only thing you need to do is move, head to another place waiting for it to fall too. A FUCKING LIFESTYLE. Going around clubs, being the cool guy of the scene, or maybe better not. Vodka by the gallon, smoke wrapping the insignificant words that form the basis of even more insignificant conversations. Lame jokes, trivialities, and banal compliments: the real cool guy. Maybe. Maybe not. AND THEN I ARRIVE. Me, who could boast Lapo, Facchinetti Jr a.k.a. Dj Francesco, and Grignani among my ranks: bastards with whom I dominated the nights. Me, who is now alone. But not alone, because with me I always have the weight of my crazy head. A perfect shoulder, I’d say.

Say my name? Oh, what did you say? You don’t know it yet? Well yes, compared to before now I’m nothing, but not long ago I was THE nothing. C-c-c-c-c-check it out y'all:

Are you pissed at the world because you’re a frustrated guy that doesn’t even bed a girl with a hundred-note? Are you depressed because friends are friends and then I fuck your sister? Do you wonder what the hell Emis Killa meant by the quote "There is no perfect couple because no one is perfect alone?” Do you feel stupid because for a while everyone shared it as a status on Facebook? Don’t worry, they didn’t understand it either. After all, we’re talking about people who listen to Emis Killa.

HORN is the solution. I kill death, cocaine is addicted to me, sex can’t wait to do me, I educate the culture, I piss off anger, and I make envy envy. I am the messiah awaited by Christ, the devil tempter of sin and the end of the end. 

Am I exaggerating? Well yes, sometimes it’s good for you. Take Clipping, a nice group of cheerful bastards who released this record for Sub Pop Records (yes yes, THAT Sub Pop): these guys exaggerate in everything. Indecent lyrics that draw heavily from a gangsta imagery, sprinkled with a little pulp. All in an ironic key, of course. Abnormal, indescribable productions: a cocktail in noise sauce, where minimalism and ambient blend together. Psychedelic, intriguing. The project is one of the most outlandish things conceived in years (excluding Death Grips, but they are of another galaxy): a continuous sound experimentation that supports the deadly flow of Daveed Diggs, absolutely one of the best rappers in the world. A killer groove united with an excessive use of technique that matches well with the absurdity of the lyrics. Unmissable. A dark journey, among dark, degraded venues and dreamlike atmospheres. From the ambient recall of the mellifluous Dream, to the scream of the more energetic Tonight (with such a catchy chorus), passing through the gloomier Body And Blood, an alienating noise-rap dedication to a wonderful woman, but with the flaw of cannibalism. To each their own.

The album represents a slap in the face to all those who love to wallow in self-satisfaction and those who fear the territories beyond established boundaries. An exaggeration in everything, which leads me to doubt: brilliant innovation or pathetic hipster fad? The difficult judgment is yours.

I don't care: I only know it’s a hypnotic project, one that you’ll hardly stop listening to. A true addiction. Then you'll come to hate it. Then you'll love it, and hate it again. All like that, without an end....

And I too am endless. In fact, I'm without a solution. And I don’t even know what I'm doing or saying: I just know I have to silence my thoughts because right now, they’re screaming too loudly. DON’T MAKE ME RAISE MY VOICE. But it’s okay, wordless. Me and my castles in the air, me and my nothing. Me and my lies. The castle has collapsed and perhaps I lost a bit too much: it’s time to take it all back, before I turn into a ridiculous adult disgusted by life venting his repressed hate on a keyboard (wave bye-bye haters). Dedicated to those who, even without knowing how to move, don’t stand still for a moment and continue their battle, going all out. Don’t worry, we’re the best. Maybe.....