Truce Baldazzi
Vendetta Vera

In the beginning, there was a verb; most likely the verb «to hate»; then, with a significant delay, presumably also psychomotor, he arrives, a man who needs a lot of introductions. He is Truce Baldazzi, and I dare say that he fully deserves to be elected Trash Character of 2011. He is a man (man??) without compromises, who makes no distinctions, who spits out everything he has inside right in your face, except for the fat. He is the reason that made me reassess the noble genre of indie-hard-hip-hop-core, a very fertile branch of Italian cultural production that from now on will have my gratitude for having spawned this immeasurable gem. The typical geographical indication is Pianoro, near Bologna, and the Truce is a guy with a lot of extra pounds, but mostly with «too much hate». The track I'm presenting to you is «Vendetta Vera», from his first album, coming out next year (I pray to God it actually comes out...), titled «Odio La Scuola», or IC Rastignano. But don't be fooled: this isn't just any Pierino or an angry student lover of the usual clown rappers. This is the epitome of the Resisting adolescent, free and «negative», who doesn't «give a damn about the damned «positive people», as he says.

And he's also a futurist. When he speaks, we don’t understand him because he uses an Italian that moves forward, that fights, and that is not a slave to the chains of grammar and the clumsy bonds of syntax. He thinks, and his thoughts become a kickass flow, a stream of cretinism technique that makes Martinetti's simultaneous novel look like a harmony and gives Ulysse a colossal blow. Youtube allows us to admire the video of «Vendetta Vera», with Truce in all his beastly power. This sort of cross between Majin Buu and Israel Iz Kamakawiwo'ole, pissed off at everything and everyone, wears a t-shirt two sizes too small and smashes the monitor with a look as intriguing and intense as that of a boiled cactus. The cumbersome rapper prophet, with vaguely androgynous movements, delivers his philosophy of life without mincing words: «My true people are the negative people... Kill the teacher if he punishes you, leave no traces... My story from my past killed me... The kids around with knives are my brothers». (Note that I have transcribed Baldazzian lyrics in Italian to make them understandable).

Ah, and don't even think for a second that the flow isn't in time with the beats (presumably stolen); it's about one-and-a-half beats and screwed-up rhymes, finesse that we mortals cannot comprehend. The touch of class isn't the middle fingers waving in your face and the shout «Free Truce Baldazzi» (but free from what? Maybe his parents locked him up as a child to prevent him from emptying the pantry...), but the ending, which I obviously won't spoil, features powerful special effects in action. Did you like it? There’s also «La mia ex-ragazza» (probably a formerly blind girl), containing a verse that deserves at least a commendation for creativity, machismo, and social acumen: «I want to bang hookers, I don't give a damn about love, and feelings, I want everything to be for a price». Damn, ingenious, a saying worthy of Baci Perugina. But who is the fool throwing away a guy like that? Not enough for you? Here’s «Io c'ho troppo odio». What to say? Only that «the hate against the teachers, it was because they didn't teach me very well. They didn't understand (and I would like to see that). Those bastards couldn't understand ». Eh, then he was «set negative with the others», damn, no wonder he has the hate.

Nothing more to add, except that Truce Baldazzi became in less than four minutes the Human Case Number One, even better than Tony Cacone and his «Bobbe Malle».

And that's no small feat either.