Thasup
C@r@++ere spec!@le

“A new language is like a new song: first you’ll hear the music, then you’ll learn the words.”

We start from the language, experienced as an ongoing process, free from any form of staticity. And we start from the language because without it, one wouldn't understand why this charming and atypical pop star, a cardboard child of the 3.0 internet age, has been the talk of the town in recent years.

Coming off the tremendous commercial success of the previous "23 6451" (translation for everyone, Le Basi) which with great awareness extrapolated the styles of the trap wave, sweetening the language to total degeneration and projecting the genre directly into a cartoonish hyperuranion, thasup consolidates the formula by expanding its boundaries: "c@r@++ere spec!@le" (translation for everyone, "carattere speciale") is a crackling and colorful Babel with exquisitely pop appeal.

An authentic musical kaleidoscope where sugary it-pop sentimentality dialogues with frenzied dances on smoky, mesmerizing (and mesmerizing) dancefloors and nursery rhymes with a deliciously funky flavor. The cornerstone of the proposition is the language: overflowing, layered in slang expressions and constant code-switching, almost indecipherable and skillfully filtered by autotune. It all supports a smudged singing style, devoted to vocal eclecticism at the limits of off-key notes and authentic flights of fancy.

One is thus faced with a project that thrives on a strong dynamism capable of bending even the numerous guests who make up the well-stocked tracklist to its absurd rules, granting a certain organicity to the project despite the aforementioned variety of genres within it.

However, there remains the issue of a decidedly cumbersome generational footprint that prevents the album from benefiting from that pop cross-over appeal capable of resonating with more heterogeneous audiences.

In short, for now, this will be one of the many anthems of your children: for you, at most, the flirt of a midlife crisis.