Secoli Morti
Sanguina

A bassist with the allure of an old-school punk-rocker, a session guitarist, and a 7-year-old child on the drums.
There’s no reason to hide behind a finger; for a certain period, it was difficult to approach Secoli Morti as anything more than a toy.

Only then the spotlights of Italia’s Got Talent dimmed, and after the third-place finish led to a series of solo performances for little Edo in more or less prestigious settings - the Supercoppa volleyball final above all - this strange experiment has nonetheless continued over time.
More than that: with the replacement of Walter (formerly in the folk-punk duo Menagramo) on guitar and vocals, Secoli Morti have completely reshaped themselves, stringing together a series of live experiences that have taken them to the stages of Venice Hardcore and Bay Fest, carving out a spot in our local punk-hardcore circuit. Goodbye to the mainstream audience.

Now, Edo is 13 years old and, presumably, having spent the last six years playing in the same band with his dad (Mattia, bassist mentioned above, ex-Skruigners) has helped him stay focused on studying drums and developing the musical project.
Today, you definitely listen to Secoli Morti for what they play, not for who is playing.

And "Sanguina" plays, folks. Indeed it does.

The title-track is just a snapshot of this third album for the Milanese trio, with its array of gallops to the beat of double pedal typically imported from Southern California, bone-crushing guitar harmonies, and a refrain made for singing along.
With them, it's this way from the first listen, but it becomes more intriguing over time: you can’t pin them down. Never. Every time you reach into past listens to maintain bearings, Walter and company veer elsewhere, playing with the wide range of solutions available to them with the mastery of veterans.

"La Mia Pelle" writhes around the best of the band's influences, between symphonic metal and hard-rock, while "Un Senso Alla Speranza" is a sort of gospel punk revival that leads, listen to believe, into a musical number finale worthy of the best late '80s TV variety shows. Take that, talent shows.

The desire to have fun with a change of outfit is there, but between a pure Canadian hardcore slash and a 'murderdolls-style' insert looms, pardon, 'it rains that seems to be a punishment,' the lyricism of Walter:

Crumpled words
And silently thrown
They confess a part of me
Tonight I'll write again
Verses which some will find banal

"Parole Banali" comes at the end of the album, almost as if to apologize for showing the worst, roughest part of the songwriting.

Apologies accepted, because if in their short history Secoli Morti have not shied away from telling reality through their filter, "Sanguina" is a completely different work, an obstacle course between moments of clear introspection ("Sono Pioggia") and outbursts of self-pity:

I always look for an excuse
To lose control
And be where I like the most
Today I traded my whole life
In exchange for a single moment
It’s crazy but this is me
And you want what I want
Eternity in a single moment
And everything else left agonizing on the ground

"Nei Vestiti Che Ho Addosso" lets in some light just before the curtain falls, and it couldn’t be otherwise, with Edo’s perfectly recognizable voice warming the back vocals.

Secoli Morti are no longer a joke, haven't been for quite some time actually, but the song structure, the quality in composition, the accuracy in production make "Sanguina" the bottle that definitively knocks over superstructures and prejudice. Applause.