A useless human being making useless things
Unfortunately, not for me, you have ended up in my web domain.
Here I'm collecting a few things that I've done over the years.
Here will also be the things I will do in the future.
Some of this website section are a work in progress, will be opened soon.
They are photographic, music and video projects.
Welcome.
// I BELIEVE IN HUMAN OBLITERATION
Photography
Section to be opened soon.
H.M.D.
H.M.D. it's my experimental "dark ambient" project.
It's all about the inner discomfort I feel in my (sort of) life for the unacceptable things happening every second inside this diseased, incomprehensible world raped by animals called "humans".
PANDEMIA - DEMO I (2020)
Was recorded in China (P.R.C.) during the peak of worldwide 2020 Covid Outbreak initially started in Wuhan.
During that time millions of people were forced into quarantine, unspeakable things happened, no one could challenge their respective government's decisions.
Hundreds of misleading and false information have been transmitted by the press.
The release express specifically my immense disappointment and disturbance at the government's choices, the Prime Minister was Giuseppe Conte, the only inhuman voice you hear in the record.
//PRINTED AND RELEASED IN PHYSICAL COPY IN 2021 BY:
[SZNRCDR014]
SECOND WAVE COVID SESSIONS (2021)
Is the publication of 3 singles in different periods of 2021.
Follows the timeline of the government statements regarding social distancing, the spread of the virus and, at last, the vaccine. These releases mark, once more, H.M.D.'s way of protesting Italian Government actions and the end of the "virus chapter" in H.M.D.'s history
// DIGITAL RELEASE
VAXINE (VIDEO)
Is my personal representation of the global nightmare of the virus, the contrast between life and death, between those who didn't care and those who did their job in the medical field, all this in spite of the stringent government restrictions often stupid and factually useless.
// H.M.D. DOESN'T FORGET.
Download H.M.D. - Second Wave Covid Sessions
M.D.M.A. - ''H.M.D. - VAXINE'' Dystopian Binaural Version
Tribute Remix
A great honor for me is the track VAXINE remixed by the master of binaural flows M.D.M.A. (feat. The Crippler).
//DIGITAL RELEASE BY:
SequentC
It's a project (astral sounds) due to various reasons I didn't carry forward until it had just started around 2012.
I recorded some tracks, here I publish some of them, others are single tracks made in different periods.
The concept is about Space, humand mind trips and related things.
In future it could be resumed.
Astral Mental Trip (2013)
It wasn't a "proper" release, recorded in Italy in 2013, thinking more as a pilot release, not even a Demo.
The tracks, at the time, were passed directly to a circle of close friends.
As the record name suggests, the concept of the album is a mental journey and, at the same time, outside the mind.
In a particular state of alteration aided by substances not directly mentioned in the tracks or titles.
Download SequentC - Astral Mental Trip
Black Metal Vault
In this section I collect some gems from the past, concert photographs, concert videos, flyer scans etc...
THE TOMBERS Live 2005.4.25
The TOMBERS live at Thunder Road, Codevilla, Pavia province, ITALY.
Self-defined "Black Death Punk" band from Novara, with a very strong sounds and unique stage presence
Other bands performing at the event:
Gehenna (Norway)
Belphegor (Austria)
Arkhon Infaustus (France)
In Aeternum (Sweden)
The Tombers (Italy)
Black Flame (Italy)
THOUGHTS
OLD VIDEOS, GUILTY FEELINGS and MEMORIES
[2025.8.9]
I recently uploaded online some old videos recorded on cassette and digitally transferred from about 20 years ago; they're live concerts of bands I was personally interested in and followed with the true eyes of the enthusiast.
These videos, as I said, date back to around 2004 to 2007/2008, and they reawakened many distant memories, almost nostalgic at times. I perceived that period as a very prosperous one for that type of music scene, a previous personal existence.
This forcedly brought back memories of the time I played with a band geographically located in "brianza"; a mix of contrasting memories, so many good times shared with a common goal: playing music and having a good time.
I was young, reckless, and stupid. I even had a nickname (or "battle name" regarding music scene) made up of letters and numbers; for that nickname I took inspiration from a model name of machine gun used by the Italian army that I handled in the barracks during my military service.
Without going into too many details that nobody cares about... I lived alone in those years, with all the related problems: my salary wasn't very high, and I was geographically distant from the other members of the band, there was even a lake in the way; Como Lake.
There were good concerts, great nights, some strange encounters with equally strange people and with beautiful persons, but all in all, I remember it all with a mixture of pleasure and anguish.
Yes, because at a certain point, not having much money in my pocket and a huge dickhead, I thought was best to leave the band where I played drums (in a way below mediocre, but in my own small way, not that bad either) and move away.
It was probably a good thing I stopped playing; the band was gaining some sort of recognition in the scene, and everything was starting to take on a higher level of importance, requiring resources I couldn't manage or provide at the time.
Almost at the same time, my friendships with the other members of the band also ended; back then I talked and judged everything and everyone, without realizing that I, myself, was the first piece of shit who should have kept quiet.
That's life. For 15 years, I've been silently remembering that period almost constantly, and I feel this weight of guilt weighing on me. Should I have done better? I wasn't obligated. Could I have? probably. Included in all this, I've lost many other good friendships related to the musical scene.
With a bit of shame, a bit of self-punishment, I did it that way and fortunately for them all it wasn't a great loss.
My fault... but I needed to write this for myself, here, remembering.
Enough now, it's time to move on.
BLACK METAL VAULT SECTION OPENING SOON (today or tomorrow)
[2025.8.4]
I've decided to open (maybe today or tomorrow) the Black Metal Vault section. I'm starting to upload videos of live concerts I recorded about 20 years ago; the time is ripe to publish these little gems of Italian underground music.
I'm also doing this to prevent copies from leaking out, which I rightly gave to the various members of the bands I recorded. The fact that "almost" none of these videos have been seen in all these years is yet another reason for me to publish them, directly from the source, the MiniDVs used back then. Smartphones didn't exist, then in better quality confronted the few videos already online...
I'll start with a video by The TOMBERS (not exactly "black metal" but...), a band from Novara with a very strong stage presence and a very '80s thrash metal sounds; with them, moshpit was guaranteed.
FROM THE DARK PAST
[2025.7.24]
Next month, in August, I'm going to attend a live concert of a French black metal band called "Nocturnal Depression", in Shanghai, China.
It's been 15 years since I last heard of them. It was at a music festival in their home Country, France, where they were one of the bands performing, I was the drummer in an Italian black metal band and in that night, the opening band for the festival.
They invited us, we went, a good time.
It's interesting how they've come a long way since then. They're now an established band internationally, made up of good musicians like they were back then. Maybe I'm a little less fond of the theme, but that's not important.
It's strange, I feel like I'm remembering things from another life, a life of another person. I stopped actively playing black metal after the last concert I had with the band I was in, not too long after that festival in France.
I never stopped being a listener tho.
The past returns.
THIS PLANET HAS LOST ANOTHER PIECE
[2025.7.23]
R.I.P. Ozzy Osbourne.
It's a bit like the uncle you haven't seen or heard from in 20 years, the one who used to take you in his sports car or play great music when you were a kid, has died.
Now he's truly immortal.
As for me, I view the current international "political" situation with growing disdain, not that it used to be that great.
Italian journalism expecially, regardless of the governments in power, is becoming increasingly idiotic (more than ever, more than before). These people should really change their profession and provide truly active support for the society they claim to serve by doing second-rate soap opera journalism instead, the perfect job for them: apprentice farm laborers.
And about regular people, the mass, the flock, just have Instagram, your fucking TikTok your soccer matches and you'll never complain, idiots.
Also on this point: those who complain or "fighting" are always from an extreme side of politics (but with a wealthy background). Idiots. Claiming to be different, they are like those who say they "fight"
THOUGHTS BLOG [finally] OPENS
[2025.7.18]
Luckily for me, this website is visited by a very small number of people, some are persons I can even call [friends].
As some of you know, I live abroad, far from my home country, which requires a great deal of time and mental strength to align my existence with everyday life.
Not to mention the distance from my passions.
In this microcosm, I'll try to let my thoughts wander, focused on everything I see on this pathetic planet.
No one asked for it, and rightly, no one cares; it's only for me, like that awful sounds I occasionally produce or every of those stupid shit I do outside of music.
Or live.
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