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Turin Rock band. Born in the mid-'90s, the band to initially introduce themselves as a Classic rock-band with the publication of two demo albums ("The Raven" and "Ride my dream"), until the turning point in 1998 when they produces "Gotica and Lunatica" a concept album consisting of eight tracks full of original atmospheres and well defined by scores, which are transformed and vary in intensity and color. In 2001 he released the band's most bloodthirsty album "The tales of the sick flower", an album more difficult to define and to place in the production of the group. We are faced with a work that acts as a watershed and for this reason not easily frameable, although it is maintained on well-established genres and at the base of the musical formation of the Turin band. After a long period characterized by an intense live activity in the circuit of Turin's clubs, and by the definitive stabilization of the band, it's time to record their work, up to that moment, more complete and mature: "The imperfection", which it will be recorded in July 2007. Imperfection as a constitutive element of the nature of man is presented in different guises, generating a state of dissatisfaction and awareness. This action corresponds to a reaction. Thus the imperfect animal contorts in his thought, giving rise to paranoia, self-elimination, and the celebration of the self above all. The group has now acquired a precise identity and the 2012 proposal entitled "L'essenza" is proof of this. "Chromatic path in four acts, metaphorical labyrinth that winds through the heart of the being and in which the four fundamental elements of existence, love-hate life-death are intertwined and meet, without order and scheme, each of them represented from a color. " The new album released on 17/03/2017, entitled "No Love Songs", is characterized by rock sound and lyrics deeply inspired by alternative American literature. "In these songs ghosts dwell. Carcasses and wrecks that emerge from the ink of Carver, Bukowski, Burroughs, Kerouac. And we observe, on the edge of the precipice, the deformed reflection of our essence. "