Mira la vecina (Music Video) - "New Era" Album

Well Mira! Now! In the opening song of our 4th Album New Era we were just thinking about what really matters instead of looking outwards for the explanation of any woo. Mira, listen and hopefully Enjoy!

Lyrics:
Mira que no te importa la vecina
Pero prefieres lo que ves
Asimilado en la tele
Mira que no te quiere ni se arrima
Y así te alejas del deber de invitarte a crecer
Siguen viniendo todos esos cuentos todos esos remedios hechos para ti
Hechos para ti
Que te digan que todo es cierto
Apaga tu fuego interno estas bien ahi
Mira!

Mira, prendi il bersaglio poi raggira
Tu credi solo a quello che gentaglia spara alla tele
Mira, sai sta morendo la vicina
Le condoglianze farai se i social media mostran che
Tutta la gente Ama, Piace o Sente
Posta una foto o un sentito R.I.P.
Ma dal cuore si
L’informazione ormai è una dannazione
È l’algoritmo che poi sceglie seIl pezzo è per te
Mira!

“New Era” Album - INTRO

About Anthropocene and Fractures and Transitions.

We mark the passage of time not only by a constant ticking … we signify big societal changes by identifying periods of transition, of rupture, of fundamental change.

We usually are spectators in such periods not even being conscious of the fact that we are going through one, that in the future will be called an Era.

Time and history contain us and not the other way around.

But well... this our New Era, our FUCK you to a grandiloquent definition of what we are, of what we are supposed to be or to be doing…
This our small depiction of the episodes that compose our history…

Our New Era is an affirmation of creation as the only assertion of a life worth living

Our New Era is stone in the sea and not as a bait but as a prolongation of our restrained spirit… a constant liberation even if sometimes it feels like a tiny cage

Cause we don't want to share our timeline with the agents of an Era of Post Truths and the Idiocy of any Tyrants, small or big, from the North or the East.

This New Era is a path, it is part of being constructed as Family (expressed in our first album “Welcome to Our World’) to the identification of us as creative beings, immersed also in the creations of worlds (check "Pulpo and Friends") to the recognition or our frames, limits, fears, of our own demons; "F(r)ame(s)".

Musically New Era is reconciliation of the sounds of our past, as diverse as they are, with our emotional present and of an idea of a future not as a project that will change anything in some years but as a how we are gonna handle this week. And this week has been fucking hard, but here we are, supporting each other the best we can.

This is New Era… it sucks… sometimes… but we define the pace...Enjoy!!!

Insane (Music Video) - “F(r)âme(s)” Album

This is the closing act of Frames. This is what is left after bouncing again and again against our self-imposed frames, a collapsing being, screaming in a desperate effort to construct a call, to acknowledge the existence of himself. 

Here, Insane.

Lyrics:
And It feels like a shell of pieces of her
In the smoke of a loop the prison is my brain
And I can t see you again
It’s like I’m missing a grip

And you see me Just pretending
But you know that I’m lonely
And inside there is nobody
Just the faces of all of them

Cause I think I’m insane
No way near nowhere to escape

In the eyes of a child it’s hiding my pride
In a slice of the moon my thoughts fall apart
And you see this empty space
Replaced with all of your fears

And you hear me making sense
But you know that I’m drowning
Cause inside there is nobody
Just a thousand of lovers

And you see me disappear
But you know I was never here
And inside there is smile
So stay for a little while, a little while

Cause I think I’m insane
No way near nowhere to escape

The Church Of Rhythm (Music Video) - "The Church Of Rhythm" Album

EFF cum regeneratur

This music experience, as anything alive, morphs and (re)produces entities as symbols of meaning of survival. EFF is also the Church of Rhythm, because the holiness is somehow gone and preaching seems to induce hate. We went into the invention and appropriation of the holy, to be able to praise as an act of redemption of our own mortality.

Holy Shit! Praising the Expression

EFF is a collective as collective and diverse are its expressions… it explores itself internally not to come up with a defined product taken from a specific production line, so you can have what you are expecting from them… a repetitive form, an adequate formula for engagement and success… but rather organised bits and pieces from experiences that can sound and look very heterogeneous.

EFF as an exploration of that mixture of places, emotions and productions which can take any direction or all the directions.Today we have taken the direction of expansion, of reproduction.

Guys, EFF is more than four, its mental family is growing, institutions and personas are being built.

Define ft. Gianfra - “F(r)âme(s)” Album

Basic needs of human conditions are easy fulfilled in western modern societies: breath, drink, eat, sleep, etc. But after these, the brains move to the next level of awareness: what are we? What is our goal in life? What is our legacy once we are gone?

This internal struggle seems at first very unnecessary but at a deeper look is the core of the human existence. For many people this process is unbearable and brings them to extreme choices, on the contrary for others it is barely felt. Sometimes the socio-economical situation we are in define a future with no alternatives, sometimes we need to evolve and move away from it.

Relocating is always felt as a good way out from difficult realities, but often brings guilt to the emigrants: the feeling that you are escaping, that instead of fighting back, you are taking the easy path. But at the end, life fulfillment isn’t it about finding the way to a better future?

This song brings together all those feelings and mixes them up with dark sonority to generate a deep and intimate conversation between two old friends separated by many kilometers.

Cheers
Stevo

Lyrics:
It’s a long time my friend
Since I see this landscape
Has been a hard time to defend
My pride and do not escape

But now the hills are way down below me
And I feel mother earth talking to me
Again I trust the world and I know that I have to try

Define myself
I’ll do anything to define myself

All around me, bad things are happening
It’s so worrying, I understand, and it’s hard but I have to
When I’ll meet you again
On a spaceship or on a train
I will know I have fulfilled my faith

But now the hills are way down below me
And I feel mother earth talking to me
Again I trust the world and I know that I have to try

Define myself
I’ll do anything to define myself
Define my head
Define my death

His Name - “F(r)âme(s)” Album

How do we normal world dwellers perceive and exercise power and how do we react when we become unwanted subjects of power structures?

In the current times revealing oneself by practicing a transparent authenticity online is a must to be recognised as a peer, as a reliable person.

Revealing yourself from where I come from is letting one be vulnerable, weaken by information, but nowadays information and the active sharing of it, means to exist, it is an auto definition of what you would like to be, a certain aspirational move.

But can you really share everything you think, can you allow yourself to be critical, open and bold about certain topics? The answer relies in context, in the sociopolitical to be more exact.

The globality of ideas contrast with the different reactions and consequences you would have to face depending on where you live: political and societal vindications can mean you will be trolled in internet or you will end up dead.

If everything is about content production and information sharing, power is exercised by controlling the content and monopolizing information channels. Dissident voices are perceived by power structures and its representatives as uncontrolled variables that disturb order, such voices are considered in many cases military targets.
The power of nations and their big military parades are a reminder that coercion can always come as an unexpected private intrusion at your home but haven’t you let the door open?

In any case don't say the name!
Abelardo, that is the name!

Lyrics:
Can’t remember the fella
That came that day
Can’t remember the fella
That killed the faith

Don’t wanna say his name

Suddenly the police came in
Asking for information of the location of my beloved

Don’t wanna say his name

Alteration is just, just a peak of time!

Don’t wanna say his name