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Imagine something inversely proportional to the solid moral foundation and the values instilled in you throughout your existence.
A misanthropically dark, rejected world, where you place extreme faith in an infernal and unyielding sloth.
Everything you would never dare to envision; you, who feel a continuous need to adapt to the current rollercoaster-like society, which even deprives you of yourself to make you feel at ease, which even imposes limits and conditions you (nowadays too fearful of not complying).
Like a rain of filth on a Caribbean landscape, a fellatio on the altar during a baptism, the figure of the Martian rises explosively: the only true devotee of a life-contra approach, a life that has assumed the connotations of an unstoppable progress of which we are victims, and; in the Pharaoh's musical context, a target of alchemized vituperation and blasphemy to a sense of disgust that is hard to digest.
In this, Janfranco's music identifies as something truly niche, for those open to a tragicomic glimpse of Salerno's reality, grasping in those dissonant progressions the essence of all the visceral hatred of which a poor disillusioned soul is filled, making of its own life imperative a gruesome farcical review of all possible and imaginable status symbols that we, lousy men, strive to chase...
A first-class outcast, so much so that he has never released anything in 20 years of career, has put all his material online, available for free; the Martian also writes books and once a year is admirable in a mix cabaret-music evening... the ultimate for freaking out against everything and everyone.
Utmost denial of everything, without brakes.
p.s. the album “Terra Terra” is endorsed because I consider it musically the most refined, there is nothing to paraphrase, the rest is for you to judge...
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