Fulci
Tropical Sun

I don't know how many of you there are (moderately) aware of it, comma, but many (perhaps too many) centuries ago, from the black-and-white homeland televisions, the so-called "Pubblicità Progresso" was broadcasted.

Essentially, these were "advertising" spaces, but their commercial nature had nothing commercial about it.

The primary goal of their repeated broadcasting during the normal ads was to instill in weak minds attitudes and healthy and fruitful habits for the entire populace living in the (battered) boot.

Since the good & right things over time have almost all gone to be blessed, effectively drying up the source of healthy virtue, we have become a sad people who welcome the desperate with open arms and at the same time categorically reject criminals of every race and species.

In practice: nothing-no-longer-understood-anything.

But thank heaven, water, and volcanic fire for this combo coming from the caves embedded in the most impenetrable crevices of Campanae Terrae, something of that progressed-atavistic attitude has remained embedded in the musical substratum of this hairy trio (of revelries) dedicated to the goriest and roughest Metal of Death:

a mellifluous blend of Cannibal Corpse, Incubator, and (early) Death with a slight black wink to the most massive and impregnable American Core.

Delicate stuff to train vocal cords for the Sunday Hallelujah in church, in short.

The plea (with peas underneath) that I am about to make to you is not to make the mistake of stopping at the caveman appearance and the suffocating toughness of the sound advocated: too many Italians prefer to muddle (& beat) themselves, remaining in the most absolute blindness of their obtuse skulls, effectively remaining completely unprogressed.

Already from the DeCover, it is clear that the trio, qùà, has some very important things to tell us:
it's about basic issues that could facilitate and help everyone to gain greater awareness of the risks of careless and repeated exposure to the tropical sun that roasts us all mercilessly if not adequately protected.

Without going into the autoptic detail of the undesirable effects depicted in it, it is well to know that their effects are effectively described within the (only) 14 tracks contained: the warning about the negative effects of the "Tropical Sun" should already say a lot to the reckless who lay with their white privates exposed without proper caution and/or protection.

A strong progressively advertising message that we Trve DeBasers cannot allow to go unheard and/or ignored.

It would be appropriate for this fundamental environmental and at the same time health-conscious practice to be adopted, if not kept in mind (if it has one), by every good DeBaser in the centuries of centuries.

Amen!