Rkomi
Io In Terra

We run, during the day, during the night, tirelessly: climbing walls, scaling rooftops, pouring into the streets. Free spirits, without religion, without the slavery of principles, naturally fickle and fallacious.

Some are silent, moving in the shadows, imperceptible to the ear; others are noisy, clumsy, but determined: after all, if you don't make yourself heard, you can never truly claim to have existed.

Some get lost along the way, overwhelmed by countless obstacles, some are injured, some broken, while others remain unscathed.

We are words flying over the beat, trying to fit perfectly together before the kick drum punctuates them.

<<Couldn’t we stop?>>

<<Of course, we could, but the beat is so relentless that if we don't keep up, we'll soon be swallowed up!>>

One name: Ah, yes, Rkomi

Residence: ZONE 4

We could pause for a moment, just enough time for a brr or a BANG BANG and grab a drink, while we wait for a friend to bring us something to smoke, amiably discussing where the beats were taken (the Fog in the Po Valley is dramatic), the power of certain rhymes, where the hell Falco went and what he was doing at Ciccio's place that night, how annoying Marracash is every time he uses autotune and whether it's time to start growing up a bit (<<...eat your words, I eat lobster...>> is a candidate for the most pathetic line of the year) or where the fervor that has always characterized Noyz's rap has disappeared to, instead we observe silently this rain of words pouring onto the tracks, ranging quite a bit, whether paying homage to the Toronto scene (La Solitudine, Mirko No), giving a more classic touch (Io In Terra), or infusing a bit of singer-songwriter flair (Apnea). Shut your mouth and listen. Time is the only thing we truly lack.

Perhaps the result isn't what was expected (the specter of Dasein Sollen still haunts our subwoofers), perhaps the expectations have been met, I don't know. What I do know is that this river of words, these rhymes trying to fit together, sometimes with improbable metric solutions, sometimes with excellent results, cannot leave you indifferent. The trick is to go into Apnea and let yourself be slowly submerged by Rkomi's snapshots of life, vivid portraits.

It's not the album of someone who made it, but that of someone who manages to stay afloat, despite everything. Io In Terra. The important thing is to get back up.