Hiya inquisitors. I never have been inquisited before, are you gonna use the goat?

The King is Fat 'n' Old is ourselves as people translated in music, lyrics and visuals.

We put all of ourselves in this work, as we wanted it to be authentic and sincere, so we simply wrote what we wanted, taking care of every little detail, did what we wanted, said what we really feel.The music we play is a variegated mix of Modern Metal, Hard Core, Rock'' N'Roll, Math Core and Progressive Rock, it takes few seconds to impress, being direct, explosive, actual, catchy and groovier, but many hours of re-listening to be discovered in its deep totality.

The new full length is a trip through solid-compact tunes and reflexive acoustic oasis, crazily elaborated instrumental virtuosisms and genuine fun, weird time signatures and hand banging grooves, touching melodies, freezing dissonances and surprising mood shifts.

Beside the brutality the new album features many details such as hidden tracks, musical quotations of the previous work Urban Being, reprisals and interconnections between different songs. In last song we generated the graphic, the lyric and a keyboard solo using a mathematical function only. The lyrics of The King Is Fat'N'Old deal pretty much about the rising bottom-up policy. Of course we didn't want to be pedant and to throw to everybody's face our creed. That's boring. We love to deal serious themes making them look stupid. And pandas are stupid. That's why in between strongly political and critical contents we find light funny stories and verbal diarrhea, nonsense, and pure metric experiments. Also two songs are connected as the first generates the second. Like the music also the words are layered, as they feature an irreverent and vulgar surface underneath which deep and personal concepts are hidden. We did what we wanted. The interpretation is up to you. You can scream and headbang, you can sit in front of the fire drinking wine like a fucking dandy, we are happy anyway.

We were playing in Germany with Through Your Silence, a significant deathmetal band of true friends. We spent all the journey home doing van fighting. And they are competitive. Here's a summary of the duel: Destrage's van surpass. Mat shows ass TYS's van surpass, Massi shows ass, Mat shows nuts, Massi shows his Geppetto. Geppetto says hello flag waving in the 140 km/h wind of the freeway, all purple for the chilly air of the sunset.  Mat makes a paper airplane, sticks it in the darkness of his deepness and launch it toward the enemy. Way far from intimidation. Massi tries to leave himself go out of the car in race, but it's too cold, and he's too purple, so he fills up a bottle and empty's it up in the wind. In our direction. Though Our last move was the picture above. Guess what. I keep the one dedicated to Fabio Curci.