Born from various experiences in the Lombard punk scene (Skruigners, BeerKiller, Guacamaya…) but also from the real “life experiences” of frontman Carlame, the Discomostro come with this “Oh no!” to the fourth full-length. The charismatic vocalist he is in fact the creator of the lyrics and the main author of the music: songs strongly imbued with his experience, the world filtered through the eyes of an outsider, a “concept” well summarized by their organic which reads “a mixture of human cases dedicated to hardcore punk and alcoholism, short, intense, direct and merciless pieces”. Morla on guitar, Manuel on drums and Andy on bass complete the lineup: they have the important task of developing Carlame's ideas into an aggressive and essential rock'n'roll, but not without nuance.
“Oh no!” it is their “cleanest” work, with all the appropriate quotation marks: the four in fact spare neither urgency nor ferocity, crafting twelve pearls full of anger and introspection; a record length by their standards, “well” twenty-seven minutes of music (the previous “Monstropatia” stopped at eighteen!).
“Nudo”, one of the fastest pieces, opens the dance with Carlame who puts himself “naked” in the lyrics: “Naked with my heart in my hand/ Naked in front of everyone/ Naked without flaunting it/ I, naked, am only Carlo”.
Stop and gomelodic hardcore-punk, vitriolic lyrics: the Dicomostro formula is best expressed in anthemic “Persi” and “Tuttocchei”; only 47 seconds for the loose cannon “Lima”, which separates them from an exciting double like “Peperoni” and “Giada”.
The past returns, it has never gone away, it always recurs – like peppers, in fact, while “Giada was given a life as a gift/ that she never asked for and never accepted” …and she gave it back.
“Next” is a noise parenthesis/spoken wordwhich soon gives way to the rhythmic “Tornerò”, while “1996” tells the story of Carlame's fifteen years and “Buonjorno” is another no holds barred match with the mirror.
The whole thing closes with the furious “Cactus” and “Persona”, their longest song – which begins as a ballad and brings to mind the Battiato of “La cura”, in an exceptional crescendo of pathos and noise: “But I only wanted to protect you/ From monsters, from humans/ From the whims of God/ From the twists of fate/ And above all from me”.
Discomostro's journey continues and, like all “Journeys” with a capital letter, it contains its own meaning within itself, rather than in the destination.
Not bad for four human cases addicted to alcoholism and hardcore-punk!
02/16/2026
Antonio Santini for SANREMO.FM
