Laze Biose
Scusate, secondo voi il dentifricio costituisce ancora uno status symbul?

XM 24, Bologna, a cold evening, it must have been April. I still had remnants of late February to digest. Upper room: technical tests of anger against the cops and the police (that is: yet another viewing of footage from the G8 in Genoa, always the same. Some people watch "Titanic" fifteen times and some watch the G8 footage fifteen times... De gustibus...)
Below, needless to say, pure state of incommunicability, the DJ set that even Kraftwerk couldn't manage from a freezer cell. Aged lights, a table that feels new (it's a bit old, but the black marker writing "Papa morto dopo tre giorni puzza" makes it "avant." If a Cattelan does something similar it's a stroke of genius per se, if someone from XM 24 does it, it's... something else. Anyway, I would like to meet the artist. Cattelan? Who wants to meet him...
On the table in front of the two DJs furiously playing with the musical Legos of 2015, their productions (with a regular i... the only normal thing they have?): as for Uochi/Toki, I already know them (and so do those who have the holy patience to read me), as for Laze Biose, no. The slogan urging the unsuspecting (not in my case... but I believe for 99.5% of those present that evening) listener to purchase the aforementioned CD is "Reggae is crap," a unique piece, marker on a piece of cardboard. After thirty-five, maybe thirty-six hundredths of a second, I pull out my wallet and place a ten-euro bill on the table. Goodbye and thank you.

The album is less "electronic" than the two under the Uochi/Toki moniker, it has a bit more (but just a bit...) of a classical imprint in the realm of hip hop, but it's nothing less than the third wonderful work from the duo Vale-Rico (who may be three, I'm not quite sure). The wise one (grammatically ignorant) says: if once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but three times is a certainty.

Recommended: to those with neighbors who dare not go beyond Luciano Tajoli
Not recommended: to those with neighbors who dare not go beyond Luciano Tajoli, but blaze away at five in the morning with a shotgun, let alone at eleven in the evening