JBP
Split Ya Headz [single]

I am at the supermarket, I pass by a guy's shopping cart without touching it. He mutters something in English... I interpret that I should have apologized for brushing against his cart. I get in the parallel line and, looking at his cart, I try to figure out where this gentle soul comes from: cereals, little jams, then some kind of oatmeal flakes... bleah.
An old gentleman rejoins his wife already in line ahead of the gentle soul. "Hey buddy!" says the gentle soul. With gestures, he explains that in his opinion, the old guy is a queue-jumper, the very dishonest queue-jumper. The old gentleman doesn't understand, smiles, and most importantly, does not move. At this, the gentle soul snaps, impulsively pushes the cart towards the elderly couple, and dashes out of the supermarket. The resigned calm of the supermarket has been disturbed.
I think of the line from this single that goes "nerves stretched to the limit," which I've been listening to for two days. And when, after two days of listening, you already quote it in your daily soundtrack, it means it works.

"Split Ya Headz" is that shopping cart, and it creates upheaval in the sleepy Italian electronic scene. The references for this record are Nitzer Ebb and Trent Reznor of the "beautiful hate machine". The only Italian comparison that comes to mind is Technogod.

It's bad as only machines can be, it has an extremely polished production, the higher you turn up the volume, the more it kicks you in the gut and you discover new details. "we are the bastards of the floor!"

On the CD, there are also 4 remixes and an extended version for a total of 33 minutes, from the one by Sigma Tibet that takes it towards house and takes off in a finale on a two-note melody, to that of Paramour. Between contaminated electronics and dance.

Too good to be Italian.