Few years in London have turned three Italian sun-struck guys into a neurotic trio, whose sound fully reflects what their lives are: sweet and sour taste, smokey jazz standards' ravings, down-tempo touches, urgent riffs, unexpected changes of mood. Pop aesthetics overthrown by angular phrases brought to obsession, and a good portion of irony meant to describe how existence can amuse and knacker out in such a small frame of time.
No lyrics, but exhausted shouts. No verse-chorus-verse but flicking through topics. Nothing particular to talk about, but a whole lot worth mentioning. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.