Sadistik & Kid Called Computer
The Art of Dying

Death is the new frontier of art. Art. A concept raped countless times by the stupidity of those pathetic sons of bitches lacking courage and unable to genuinely engage with it. Not that the bastards ever stood a serious chance, mind you, but rape can never be condoned. And yet they didn't hesitate, and not only that, they even got away with it, emerging as heroes. The revolutionaries, the avant-gardists, goddamn it. But look at them, their only merit is their ability to exploit the minds of you gaping idiots.

Music, the daughter of art, suffered an even worse fate: raped millions of times, it was nearly killed. I still remember her many boyfriends, good guys capable of bringing out the best in her, turning into unscrupulous beasts, dragging her to the abyss. Damned paupers, what happened to you?

"Don't you understand? It's all thanks to me. Those pathetic idiots wouldn't have achieved anything if they hadn't sold their soul to me! I'm the one who gave them a chance with Music. They begged, pleaded to be given the ability to conquer her. And they even succeeded, but in doing so, by selling their soul to me, they automatically became my slaves, and as you know, I don't like leaving people too comfortable in their own beliefs."

Yeah, I should have figured on my own that you were involved. Stupid piece of shit, who knows why you even exist. And stop following me around, because I'm not giving you my crappy soul. Did you try to screw me over? Your own damned problems, Little Horn 2.0. doesn't forgive. Now you answer to me, stupid idiot.

And frankly, the devil's power is quite useful to me, except that I feel truly corroded. I feel this castle I built is crumbling: the end is getting closer. Art and music too have reached the limit of endurance and have asked death to protect them for the time being. Now, to draw from them, you must meet death, you must die.

The Art Of Dying: 6-track EP, where Sadistik, a rapper with a thousand flows and inhuman technique, carves his splendid rhymes over the musical backdrop offered by the good Kid Called Computer, for a total of 33 minutes of rap. Kid blends all his musical knowledge to create a superb soundscape, wisely dividing it between ambient and trip hop, without neglecting some brief nods to rock sounds. The rapper perfectly exploits the splendid beats offered and raps like a damned soul, showing all his skills, not only by creating lyrics where he lays himself bare, revealing every little paranoia, whether it be ill-fated relationships or capturing certain aspects of life in tragic storytelling, but using the flow to its fullest, varying it countless times and rhyming virtually every single word. At times, it seems inhuman.

An EP that narrates death, translating it into sound. An EP that will tear your soul apart, never to return it. Absolutely magnificent. Death has never been so fascinating.

I must not forget that I have also died, and if I came back to life, it was purely by chance. Yet death seems truly fascinating: well, never mind, soon enough.....

Corrupted to the core by the restless soul of pure evil, assiduously threatened by none other than it, obsessed with the idea of regaining my freedom, I feel I've reached the limit. Even this castle of lies, this Palace of Versailles where everyone lies and throws parties, fucking with anyone, getting drunk and high on the worst chemicals, is about to collapse. And these fools are realizing it, or so it seems to me. They're beginning to flee, or so it appears; only I will remain here until the end, until I'm buried under the rubble. It is known: the first to flee the ship are the rats, while the captain goes down with it. Dying is an art, you stupid sons of bitches.