The new Album by Sfera Ebbasta and Shiva appears to be done with chatgpt

There is an image that comes back to me after listening to the twelve tracks (and zero featuring) of Santana Money GangJoint Album by Sfera Ebbasta and Shiva. It is a photograph of a few weeks ago, when the Cinisello trapper had reached that of Milan West at the Palazzo di Giustizia to celebrate the sentence reduced on appeal for the shooting of 2023: the two put smiling in the jacket and tie, with the tattoos that come out of the sketched shirt up to up, eyeglasses, expensive watches and lucid shoes, Linkedin profile, real estate agents at the Ceremoniesor final episode of Temptation Island After the bonfire of confrontation on the state of Italian trap.

Here, this album released by surprise on Thursday night – without involving record major if not in the distribution – should have marked the passage of witness between the king of Italian trap, sphere, and his heir, Shiva, almost a decade from the explosion of the genre in Italy, and instead only marks the end of the innocence of the scene with repetitive songs, coded to the limit to be made with chatgpt, with a few ideas of Writing, almost doing success hit was an office job, white entertainment collars for kids.

Their Extra Large Milan is crossed by the cars with darkened glasses who bought themselves with the gold records, the road they tell is that of the Google Maps navigator, at one hundred at the time and cold as the pieces, “shit made very fast but in the meantime it sounds like the disc of the year”, so they sing it and play it without irony.

There is always that anxiety -taking of trap, but it is no longer disturbance ofTeenagence But cardio exercises from a dark gym in which flexes muscles and expectations (“if they are at the top Sai/defeat is not an option, Money Gang” draw in Over (demo). Certainly the soft and seductive sphere flow and the perfomative grit of Shiva will enter the headphones of the players who go up to the buses before the game, ready to give the charge to the nerves, but the decadence of that imagination that at the beginning had the power of the punk is now more evident than ever, net of commercial success.

In D & g They sing their curriculum “Hollywood with the models, we can still stink”, in You are lost pay homage to the Club Dogo (and there is also room for a quote from the Marracash of Badabum CHA CHa), in Over (demo) There is the only sign that this album came out in 2025 – “All of mine between have a new paras: not to be linked by Fabri Corona” – but the arms of rhetoric show discharges, even the diamonds and money exhibited in the rhymes seem to have lost value, a collapse in the finance of the Hype.

I would like to venture that the crisis of the contemporary white hetero male also has to do with all this drop -down game, of which the couple's album without guests could be a manifesto: the only female voice of the album is that of the pornstar Martina Smeraldi that at the beginning of D & g He says “Ohi, I love, however all these want to make sphere and shiva/ but nobody pays you a Hermès bag/ nor a holiday in the Maldives or a nice Dolce & Gabbana dress”. Here, Crepet, Recalcati, Lingiardi, give up the Netflix series that everyone speaks and make a jump inside a Santana Money Gang! You will not understand anything, because as De Gregori said there is no Nothing to understand In this mimicry of identity which is the Italian trap.

Interesting things – and always we are talking – are elsewhere, not necessarily in the underground or in the suburbs, just look for for example the auditions of the last season of New scene. The rest has passed, written very fast like this album, and therefore very fast to forget.