I've always thought of To Ed Gein as that kind of raging lunatics who record themselves eating spoonfuls of glass shards from a bowl and then upload the video to YouTube.
Whereas Sangue, born from the ashes of the former and of Anti Manifesto, I imagine them in the bathroom. Passing the glass.
And don't even try, with these passionate guys from Olbia, to judge the album by its cover. It's not imitation. It's a declaration of intent.
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