Growing up in a small town it's a cool thing. Only a small town has bars that are working on a
sunday afternoon.
Only a small town has the fool of the village. When you grow up in a small town your
relationship with music becomes stronger. Lets make an example.You read in the cool music
magazine about Death Cab For Cutie and you think: "Cool! This band i have to listen to!"
Could you pretend you go to the record shop and find his album?
In the record shop you will find the owner looking at you asking: �DEDCABFOR what????� Then you would
start an incredible adventure for getting the records...You would wait days, weeks, even months.
While you will think all the time "how this music could be?", you would create this music in your head
, you would materialize it, you would dream this music every night
This would never happen to somebody that lives in Milan for example...no! There you read DEATH CAB
FOR CUTIE, you go to the shop and you find all the records....Where is the excitement? Where is the
passion? Where is the pain? Every love relationship needs blood, pain and desire and so it is for
relationship with music.
Growing up in a small town exactly shows you this.
There's only 1 thing better growing up in a small town.That thing is to remain stuck in
a small town
Then you'd start a downward spiral done of daiquiris, vodka, marlboro lights, discoteques, beers, kicks and
days after's hangovers....That feeling is the best feeling for entering the rehearshal's room and
start to write and record new music
Our first 2 demoes where written and recorded exactly in that state...When your head hurts so
much you can hardly keep your eyes open and your mouth is like a desert and you just beg for water.
CHAPTER 2: MR DARWIN WAS WRONG...DOC DOOLITTLE PLEASE WE NEED YOUR HELP!!
We have always been fascinated by rythm...And so we always searched for the right drummer....Unfortunately we've just fount in order: 1 mechanical, 2 farmers, 1 total idiot, 1 unalfabete, 1 priest...Theory of evolution was wrong...Some species
do not evolve....We had to use machinery, fireworks and fake drums to survive
CHAPTER 3: EINSTURZENDE NEUBAUTEN
This new thing we WERE working on since 3 years turned out to be something that almost killed us...We started to
work on something that was presumebly going to be named THE NEXT BIG FLOP....This little pop monster really didn't
felt to be dominated by us....It was going to do whatever it wanted...We couldn't have no control on it...It was growing up every day.
With its 153 legs and 8 heads became so big and so angry that almost ate us with all the studio.
Like people usually do in these situations we started right back from the ruins of what was left...TO CREATE you first have to destroy.
CHAPTER 4: MARXISTS
And so here we are...nowdays...with a brand new pop album ...entirely homemade...low profile production...no mixing....but with some attitude...
revolutionary habits....sunflowers...peace and love....
We wanted to entitle it MUSIC TO BE LIKED BY PEOPLE THAT NOBODY LIKES....but then we thought it would be too much pretentious....
WHEN THEY KICK AT YOUR FRONT DOOR HOW ARE YOU GONNA COME?WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD OR ON THE TRIGGER OF A GUN?
MALEDETTO