Salmo
Midnite

PUNK HAZARD MOTHERFUCKEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!

Inevitable, since without grit you go nowhere; my father always told me - "son, it doesn't matter what you do in life, because you'll always be a failure, since you can't summon any grit even if you got paid for it." In fact, the old man should just shut his mouth and go to hell, but hey, that's another story.

Salmo, that Sardinian "eja" stoner, has grit to spare and this time, too, he smashes everything and everyone, showcasing his remarkable skills: smooth and direct flow, lyrics full of quotes and references of all kinds, and a unique approach to the mic are just some of his hallmarks.

Great album. You'll find sounds of all types: a perfect blend of current sound (the dubstep that made him famous, found in tracks like Old Boy and Killer game, without forgetting the "Odd Futureian" influences of Borderline), futuristic (an interesting Drum 'n' Bass experiment in Wheissaupt) and more classic (productions not coincidentally signed by Unlimited Struggle); an album that finds its cohesiveness in its heterogeneity. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Maybe not even that beautiful, but since beauty is relative, what is beautiful and what is not? Well, but my father always told me - "son, it doesn't matter who you fall in love with, because you're so ugly that no girl who considers herself sane will ever be attracted to you." Now that I think about it, the old man really should drop dead.

And then all this trend of saying "oh nice uncle"!!!!!! But who knows you? Then, how dare you, hideous and stupid monkey, pretend to be my relative? I HAVE NEVER BEEN RELATED TO SHIT!!! People who get too familiar is reason enough for murder; I recall my father's words - "son, it doesn't matter how hard you try to be funny, because no one with an intelligence quotient higher than a stool's will ever give you the time of day." You do know I'm going to put you in some retirement home as soon as I get the chance, right?

Salmo hates familiarity: he really gets me, damn. Better alone than in bad company! Imagine if I were poorly alone and well accompanied; total devastation. Well, actually, my vision isn't entirely that utopian....

Everything changes, but never for real, and I'm a bit tired. There's this craze for being alternative, but you ugly bastards are all the same in the end (Dargen doct, even though the last album really sucks anyway): not me! I'm different because while you chase your nicest dreams, hoping to do yourselves some good, I chase my wickedest ghosts and distort myself (quote), wallowing in a sea of despair. Am I exaggerating? But yes, I'm just really drunk. What does the old man say about it? "Buy the album, so while you listen to it, I can screw your women." Don't worry guys, I'll have him committed.