Dissonance with a purpose. Collapse with intent.
5 years after first making noise with the raw, incendiary single “Venal” — and following their 2020 full-length debut ‘Salespeople’ — and still emerging from the industrial sprawl of Milan, LACITTÀDOLENTE return as a sharpened weapon — now a duo — with their crushing second full-length album, ‘In A World Full Of Nails I Have Got Nothing But My Hands’ released on CD & Digital via Toten Schwan.
Building on the feral energy of their 2020 debut ‘Salespeople’, the band has redefined its sonic and structural identity following a line-up shift, with Federico Golob (guitar, bass, vocals) and Guido Natale (drums) forging a more focused, oppressive sound that is as punishing as it is articulate.
Rooted in the lineage of chaotic matchore and metallic dissonance, LACITTÀDOLENTE deliver a form of mathcore that’s unrelenting, rhythmically intricate, and emotionally volatile, channeling the disfigured intensity of acts like Converge, Car Bomb, Botch, Dead Kiwis, MouthBreather or Vein.fm. But where many lean into speed and spectacle, this album doubles down on claustrophobic density and slow-burning nihilism — a grinding, mechanical weight that mirrors the dehumanizing logic of capitalism and urban alienation.
From the suffocating grooves of opener « A Lever Fiddled With, Weightless [Venal II] » to the apocalyptic sprawl of « (It’s) Clearance Season » and « Neon Death (Forever On The Payroll) », the record is a bleak yet precise soundtrack to a world gone sterile and mad. Dissonant breakdowns collide with angular riffs, bleak noise textures, and jarring tempo shifts, embodying the existential paralysis of a generation trapped in a system they cannot escape — what the band themselves describe as a post-neoliberal Trolley Problem, moral paralysis, and quiet doomsaying.
Both conceptually and sonically, ‘In A World Full Of Nails…’ is a brutal critique of modern life: a howl of rage against productivity culture, wage slavery, and the crushing logic of the contemporary metropolis. It’s not just heavy — it’s designed to hurt, to disorient, and to reflect a world that increasingly resembles a factory floor with no exit. Think cold industrial repetition meets hardcore collapse, with fleeting glimpses of fragile humanity breaking through the wreckage.
With its raw precision, grim vision, and sharpened focus, LACITTÀDOLENTE cement their place in the fringes of modern extreme music — uncompromising, urgent, and terrifyingly real.