Sedia
The Even Times

Furious trio from Marche, championing a criminal Math Rock filled with foam at the mouth and a brain on overdrive. The usual unknowns of math-core are Alessio Compagnucci (bass), Alessandro Calbucci (drums), Mattia Coletti (guitar).

Do yourselves a favor: stop bothering with Pink Floyd, the Nice, and all those pretentious prog nonsense, you're becoming as clichéd as a Che Guevara t-shirt or one of Santacroce's antics.
Stop annoying your friends with "Listen here to Gilmour!" or "Yes, in the 70s there was good music, people who KNEW how to play!" enough already and especially if you're 17-20 years old, that's serious.
Do you want Prog? Here it is! This is the new prog The reason and Baroque sentiment are here! The perfect soundtrack to Ben Greenman's thoughts.

Dive into this tangle of sounds and start questioning yourself: "Are they doing it on purpose or not?" "Is it improvised or meticulously planned?" the same questions a novice might ask when first approaching Barrett's Pink Floyd.

Sure, I agree with you, post rock and all those instrumental nonsense are quite the bore, you want physicality, rage ready to burst from the skin of someone born like a caged panther; well, you've got it here.
Yes, because this is where all alternative music lies: guitar dissonances and authentic enveloping drones that will "rock" you from the start to the end of the album, a perfect example of which is "Gingilletti," the fiery opening of this sound shrub. An intricate shrub full of thorns with a common base leading to solid roots before reaching upwards.

Take "Il Forastico" samba for the neurons of a schizophrenic. They're a less noisy and more chaotic version of Lightning Bolt, in my opinion. So: delight your friends at parties, in the car, in bed, at breakfast, on the bus with the face of someone who knows it all, start a conversation about Sedia.
A shining example of Italian determination and freshness without resorting to cheap politics, selling out, or winking at the latest fashion coming from Albion. This, I will never stop saying, is already a lot. If only more people could realize it!
Listen to track number seven "Foretedes Misoses", and smile contentedly at what you're hearing.

I don't feel like describing it, I mean, I'm not in the mood, I'm not a mattress salesman who has to convince you at all costs. And that's already saying a lot, bands like this one, such as (not by chance) Morkobot, certainly deserve your respect because they've shown they have the capabilities for something different.
Their review could have ended here in a single phrase "Few culture, few ideas and little heart, mostly matter and movement". Or a phrase read in Piero Manzoni's "There's nothing to say, There's nothing to understand, there's only to be there's only to live".

This way without too much fuss they manage to do the hardest things in the easiest and clearest way, being understandable to everyone. Ah yes, Sedia, and if you happen to pass by my area.

I conclude with this Haiku that seems to sum it all up:

Traces of a dream
of warriors
In the summer grass.

Matsuo Basho