Bait e Borghi

According to the feudal system which William of Normandy has introduced into England, the king was an absolute monarch and he could do whatever he liked. In a cardboard media background, where the cliche is law, where the digital essence of the personal data is more meaningful than the person itself, the Bait & Borghi project arises. The natural environment beyond anthropization, the technic and technologic strained clutch inside the places that inspired the album. The traveller meant as the one that makes the trip his own life, and that inevitably moves so far away from common archetypes that defeats every possible storytelling but the sound evocation. A sound that become the last unreal notebook like the matter which dreams and memories are made of. An unlikely but possible distopia where our last Thule remains the passage between body and machine, cyberpunk myth yet beautifully imagined and illustrated in the eighties. Not by chance Bait & Borghi share the same starting point, the same region that assumes twisted features if observed from the mid Adriatic offshore oil platforms’ point of view. Squalo, Giovanna, Ombrina are the point at issue, monumental media short-circuits, disclosed and hidden truths at the same time. Bait & Borghi are an oxymoron. Bait & Borghi are cannibals. Flatform is just a fistful of crumbs remaining from their lavish meals.