full album here:
https://troncotroncotroncotronco.bandcamp.com/album/s-t?label=3596508191&tab=music

The video has been shot and edited by Domiziano Maselli https://www.domizianomaselli.com/ , who also did the final master of the album at the Greenhouse Studios in Reykjavík, exploring and searching the beautiful and astonishing landscapes of the island.

These images in particular, focus on the lava of Fagradallsfjall.
Black and white and carefulness for details of the matter, light and shadows have been in Domiziano's approach as a visual artist. Besides he also is an active musician and composer, lately sharing stage with Tommaso Rolando, musician in TRÓNCO and label owner at Torto Editions. https://www.torto.biz/

The album is out on four labels, besides Torto Editions, also Marsiglia Records - Genova - https://www.marsigliarecords.it/ , Ramble Records - Melbourne - https://ramblerecords.com/ and Eremo - Milan - https://www.eremo.info/

Limited 500 copies CD Digipack/Digital

released November 30, 2022

Performed by:

Davide Cedolin – banjo, acoustic guitar, glockenspiel, farfisa organ, percussion, voice
Laurent Charles – tenor and soprano saxophones
Tito Ghiglione – bouzuky, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, clarinet, percussion, voice
Carlos Lalvay Estrada – wood box, noises, voice
Deniz Ozdogan – voice, percussion
Tommaso Rolando – contrabass, synthesizers, glockenspiel, kick drum, sampler, voice
Aleph Viola – cello, electric guitar, percussion, voice

Recorded by Emi Cioncoloni at El Fish Sound Factory in 2020 https://www.elfish.it/

Mixed by Tommaso Rolando at Studio Torto - Genova.
Mastered by Domiziano Maselli at Greenhouse Studio - Reykjavik https://greenhouse.is/

Artwork by Carlos Lalvay Estrada https://www.instagram.com/carloslalvayestrada/?hl=it

This is the first full-length by the genovese based experimental collective TRÓNCO.
Originally live recorded in studio during the summer of 2020,
the album has been mixed by Tommaso Rolando and mastered by Domiziano Maselli.
It’s a collection of seven pieces that are somehow a multidimensional expansion of the same seed, placed in the ground in an ageless period:
a trans-genre and trans-geographic recklessness growth by a wild resonance moving through the body as a spiraloid arrow.
It’s a mutual travel in time and space without moving, a vibrations release generating an unknown landscape, where details slowly skid to a redefinition, as in a very slow sundown where the down fading light constantly changes the visual paradigms of the picture.
The sound patterns are eclectic, including various types of strings, wind instruments, percussion, lexical and non lexical vocals and some electronics.
The thick texture of the arrangements gives a natural and dynamic vibe to the tracks, underlining the convergence of all the energies to generate “an autonomous entity” that elegantly drifts between acoustic orchestrations, multiple voices tangling together, low frequencies synthesizers and indefinable ambient incursions.

MEDIN
Sabahın üçü etrafta kimse yok
Başım ağrıyor zaten sinirliyim çok
Uykum var dedim yorgunum ulan dedim
Dilimi anlayacak hiç kimse yok
Ilgını ortancası bir de sakız ağacı
Tadıma bakmak için sen de kırdın dalımı
Paramı neden vermedin?
Cebim boş kafam iyi
Sinirlerim bok gibi
Haddimi aldım fırlattım
Haddim göklere değdi
Peşimdeki sivriler siktir olup gittiler
Ağzım yine bozuldu
Bozuldu tamirciler
Hiçbir şey ihanet değil
Bana karışmış bende erimiş
Hiçbir şey ihanet değil
Burnum hafif eğridir gözlerim hafif şaşı
Bir şemsiyen bir de alnımda yazın kaldı
Siz benim dağlarımda sallanıp dururken
Köklerim birden bire şöyle bir hu çekti
Paramı neden vermedin?

MEDIN
Sono le tre del mattino per le strade non c’è nessuno
Mi fa male la testa e sono molto nervosa
Avevo già detto che volevo dormire che ero stanca
Ma non c’è nessuno che possa capire la mia lingua
C’erano gerani e tamerici e poi c’era un ciliegio
Tu per volermi assaggiare hai spezzato il mio ramo
“Perché non mi hai dato ciò che mi merito Perché non mi hai pagato”
La mia tasca è vuota la mia testa è nella nebbia
Ho lanciato via il mio pudore, il mio pudore ha toccato Dio e si è fatto in mille pezzi colorati
Le fottute zanzare sempre attaccate al mio culo
Se ne sono finalmente andate affanculo
La mia lingua si è fatta sporca
tutte le lavastrade erano rotte per fortuna
Niente è tradimento
Se mi ha toccato, mi ha attraversato, si è fuso in me
Non è mai tradimento
Ho lo sguardo un po’ strabico e il naso un po’ storto
Di te mi è rimasto solo lo scritto sulla fronte e il tuo ombrello
Mentre voi vi dondolavate sui miei rami
Le mie radici all’improvviso hanno tremato con un “Hu”

𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗶̈𝘀 - 𝗕𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗲

I Gini Paoli - Conga su conga

TRÓNCO - Medin

I sassi - Metti Pupo (live studio K)

Davide Cedolin - Destination Unknown - Live in Fagaglia - 2021/07/16

back home

Alcalde de La Noche - Fantasía Ibiza

Davide Cedolin - "Vanishing Sky" (Official Music Video)

Superfreak - Illuminati Guys, You're Missing A Member

Tiger Flambé - Kolumbo

NO CHAPPI? BOURGEOIS! Riccardo Rubini, feat. LALE' (official video canzone)

El Pelandro - Pensa a Papa Giovanni

Superfreak - Explain me! the meme

Manchuria - Where I'm Going (Music Video)

El Pelandro - Ci Vuole Più Grinta

MORNING, DECEIVER - Good Intentions