TDK
Disco Vuoto

Love Story and "Music" in three/two/One/zero/four hundred fifty-six thousand different places. Crossroads of madness and assumed truths

Italy. February 34, 2009. Time: 16:61. In any supermarket (pick one at random and imagine the interiors).

Among the piles and binders with holes, Davide Gojira O. Sesto saw forty discs of this emblematic alternative post metal-punk group. They changed color and size. There were blue, green, and pink ones and even box sets of ten and fifty discs, as if they had made forty-two discographies ^_^. Davide smiled and took a copy. Lively and cheerful. Long live the Autogrill bargains.

Davide returned home as happy as a clam and inserted his CD into the player. ERROR! Davide was scared and put it in the DVD player. ERROR! EMPTY DISC! In a panic, the young star dust eater decided to insert it into the recorder and discovered that the disc was versatile and he could record anything he wanted on it. Brilliant! :D

Davide, with some mental issues, concluded that the TDK were nothing more than a Japanese band of his imagination, merging metal, hardcore, punk, dream pop, electronic, teen-rock, and washing machine-pop into a single touch. And their music was so violent and powerful that it couldn’t be etched on a disc. So powerful that even the listener can't hear it, deluded into thinking that the disc might be empty. But it’s not: the listener is deaf and doesn’t know how to listen.

In reality, the disc goes like this: VRUMP! SHPAMPUSH! KATAALIIII! ARIGATO GOZAIMASU! KONNICHIWA! SAYONARAAAAAAAAAAVAMZZZZOOOOOOOO! GOJIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NUOOOOOOOO! KRP34ì094393940RKPDLòL,V.CLMVCMVX.,VCòLDFEòLFEPROEPOPLDLF.

What Davide listened to was their debut: "Disco Vuoto Blu". He would also get the unbeatable cult best-sellers of the band that are flying off the shelves in supermarkets: "DVD-R Vuoto", "DVD+R Vuoto", "Cofanetto 50 CD Vuoti. Greatest Hits".

Japan. March 32, 2009. Time 02:64. In a rehearsal room in Tokyo (imagine a sterile room with red walls and fuchsia streaks, cigarette butts scattered on the floor)

Here are the TDK, born from a winged pony. They are T (Tsugumi, beautiful buxom bassist with hair flowing in the wind, black, black as a Japanese should be), D (Daimanji, the kaiju of the group with a spiked face :S) and K (Katsuya, the macho of the group, maybe frou-frou, who knows ^_^). They’re rehearsing, but their instruments emit no sound. Guys, we're too inferior to hear their fantastic music. Just like our players, which out of thrift and pride, define their discs as "empty" to avoid looking foolish ^_^.

Listen to those sounds! Obviously, I can't hear them, but I imagine them! PARAPIMPAMPAMAPAMAAOAAPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

In conclusion: Buy their discs. They're awesome, and you can find them in supermarkets at ridiculous prices (!). They are worth it if only for the colored covers and the possibility of covering the sounds with the music we like best ^_^. When imagination has no limits.

RATING: REQUIEM