Dylan returns to being Pyrex, turns off the light and locks himself in an obsidian vault with “KING OF DARK”, a self-investiture that accepts no replies and which exudes that aesthetic nihilism typical of those who invented the game and now observe the rubble with an almost aristocratic detachment.
Although the clock of the urban scene runs at breakneck speed, the former Dark Polo remains proudly, almost obstinately, anchored to the stylistic features of the crudest trap, rejecting the pop-centric drift to hole up in a narrative that does not seek semantic evolution but the sanctification of the canon.
It is a record of stylistic resistance (I started this trap, it's in my DNA) where the parade of heavyweights in feats serves to pump up the hype and celebrate a liturgy of respect. The colleagues rush (Tedua, Sfera Ebbasta, Shiva, Tony Effe, Capo Plaza, Side Baby, Wayne, Rrari Dal Tacco, Flaco G), to kiss the ring of a monarch who, without seeking easy consensus, reconstructs the DNA of the Dark Polo Gang by fragmenting it into episodes of pure urban fetishism, first with the muscular bravado of BUSINESS BOY together with Tony Effe and then rediscovering the historical alchemy with Wayne in BLACK LEATHER.
Pyrex -Dylan immerses himself in a cold introspection, an existential balance without filters where the darkness initially did not seem like a transitory passage but a definitive home, with lyrics full of that street imagery that does not want to become poetry but remain the chronicle of a nocturnal dominion.
This ambition marks the present without apologizing to anyone, until the journey arrives at the final track, Reflected Mirror, where the sovereign's armor finally cracks revealing the man behind the mask.
Here, in a narrative twist that overturns the entire aesthetic of the album, redemption finally emerges: a vision of the future in which it is discovered that the King of Dark is not an untouchable entity, but an ordinary boy looking for love and a way out of the darkness that made him famous.
It is the closing of the circle, the moment in which fragility stops being a shadow and becomes the light necessary for a new trajectory (But who is the man, who is the trapper? Who is Dylan, who is Pyrex?), transforming a manifesto of power into an urgent human confession that promises to leave an indelible mark on the Italian music scene.
SCORE: 6.75
TO LISTEN NOW
FINEST – UNKEPT PROMISES – REFLECTED MIRROR
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Half an hour for twelve songs of dark trap.
