The first single for the next album. So it turns out that one of my second-year groups chose the title «massa damnata», so I’ve dedicated the song to my students (the other two groups now have to dedicate the songs as well). The text is actually 2017, but I already knew that eight years later, and so on. And I also seem to have found a «sounding» that I like to listen to myself (it’s a duck jazz hybrid and avant-garde polythmic black metal, it’s 5/8 to 6/8 to 7/8). As a matter of fact, I’m doing it for myself because no one’s playing anything that I’d be totally comfortable with.
Drunk and bruised, massa damnata is a force divided by my acceleration of the fall to the very end, hello, to the bottom. Up to the bottom for the piasters, the military astras, for you and me, for the brothers and sisters, for the vector and the ripple, to the bottom for the one who has a little bit of his anachate, * there’s not enough room for everyone. It’s cold and snow like laughter and laughter. * Anahata — heart chakra, zone of feelings, affections and vulnerabilities.
