Yo, watch out, the god of new italian industrial music with italian lyrics is back (I know he is laughing now): my young pal Daniele B. (sounds like a cheap rapper's name) is back with "Bluviola", follow up to the CD "Mamma Fottimi" and first release on a label other than his own one (ZZZ Prod.). Colorado's label Rodon Studio has apparently understood that this guy's up to something more that just screaming at people that they are shit (remember "sei una merda"? - by the way there's a new song now called "I love you all"), and thought well of putting out his new raging 9 tracks of material ranging from still moments of claustrophobic calm after (or before) the storm to violent and raw bursts of negative power, spoken by mean of distorted guitars, industrial sounds and other awful noises... I would say there is a more persistent use of guitars now, in their various forms and shapes, as a primary tool and instrument of atmosphere creation (harmonics, open chords, arpeggios, power chords, Whammy-pitched single notes, muted chords, you name it, he's got it...), and his very recognizable voice marks the path from disillusioning single-tone recital-like signing to screams of anger and love (check out how a bunch of overdubbed layers of his non-boring-bored singing-talk sound, even when he goes to some melodic back-lines). Also this record has drums, which definitely helps make everything even more powerful, dragging, chaotic and slamming. I dig his music a lot and I'm positive that if you give it a chance you'll be surprised. Don't be shy just 'cause he's Italian, this is good spent money and I admire Radon Studio's determination and attitude. Marco Milanesio (long-time electronic/industrial engineer from Northern Italy) was behind the console for this record and did a great job (I always thought that mixing and fucking with one of Daniele's records 's got to be a fun job ;-). As tense as it can go, he's got the gift and he's got it down all the way. The dude's freaking dope. Yes, I admit he's a good buddy, but he didn't pay for my good words, so get your ass off the chair and do what you are supposed to in the damn first place: catch him live (he plays all over the world) and buy his record before he's after you in your worst nightmares! He's out there! Watch your back (and protect your ears)!