Uochi Toki
Laze Biose

Sometimes you find yourself listening to an album outside of your "typical listens", something that reinforces your belief that there is no right or wrong music, something chaotic and beyond measure and category.
Well, this happened to me lately with them. They are Uochi Toki, and the album I'm talking about is "Laze Biose," their third album.
Defining them as rap or hip-hop would be like saying a spider is an insect or a tomato is a vegetable, or any anecdote from a Focus snippet, so the closest way to the truth to define them is:

Riccardo "Rico" Gamondi: At the bases, which cannot be called bases, they are not the base of anything, they are not the typical "foundations" we might outline in traditional hip hop. He keeps time as much as his paradoxically more "ordered" colleague Napo, marking with noises, clamor, even times that become odd that become irrational, samples from the most improbable things, feedback and synth from outer space with a pulled neck, in more traditional contexts (Il primo semestre, probably the track easiest to outline, but even here, take it with a grain of salt), giving everything the peculiar chaotic-electronic flavor that the listening of this album leaves in your mouth. A bit like the "star cube" of Uochi Toki.
Matteo "Napo" Palma: At the words, the identity of the dynamic duo. When he opens his mouth, it’s like he unscrews his skull cap and throws in our face what whirls wildly inside, a continuous stream of consciousness that leads to digressions painting a spiral, concentric drawing, centered on "the title". A peculiarity of this album (as in Libro Audio) is precisely having titles with precise hermeticism, words preceded by the corresponding definite article that accentuates the sense of precision (I fonici, L'estetica, I batteristi, and so on), words that allow the listener to remain anchored to that very thin logical thread that links one verse to another, without getting lost under the tsunami of words that Napo dispenses relentlessly, like a machine.
Pungent lyrics, often blatantly critical towards certain categories (see Il batterista), pointing the finger without mincing words, the revenge of the invisible (I fonici (aka l'intro)), the inadequacy of the world to welcome humanity and vice versa (L'estetica, Le città).

"Laze Biose," however, is a "disco without identity", or rather, each track is a self-contained episode, there doesn't seem to be any apparent logical link uniting the 13 tracks that make up the album. But in the end, this is the identity of Uochi Toki: frenetic and chaotic, outside encyclopedic definitions and despite being impossible to contain behind a well-defined logical framework, by the end of listening everything is strangely quite clear.
Oh, did you know that if you stop the wings of a hummingbird it dies after about 10 seconds?