So, vertigine. Italian for vertigo. And yeah, that’s exactly what this song does ; not just to your ears, but to your gut.
epoimóriròmiope, the Bologna-based project that started as a solo experiment and now thrives as a three-piece emotional engine, drops “vertigine” like a confession whispered mid-fall. No flashy riffs, no stadium-ready choruses. Just raw atmosphere, a bassline that drags you under, and vocals that sound like they’re trying to hold on while everything collapses around them.
It’s not metalcore in the traditional sense ; more like what happens when you strip it down to its trembling core, lace it with electronic unease (a nod to their kabukimono era), and let grief do the writing. The lyrics? Sparse, poetic, heavy with absence. Not about losing someone, but about losing the idea of them, the memory that won’t stay still, the past that keeps flickering like a broken film reel.
The video? A slow-motion spiral. Static shots, blurred edges, shadows moving too fast. It doesn’t explain anything. Which is good. Because “vertigine” isn’t meant to be decoded. It’s meant to be felt. Like standing at the edge of a cliff you didn’t know was there.
This is alt-rock with a pulse, not a beat. Not loud for the sake of noise, but loud because silence would be unbearable. The upcoming album ricordi di un tempo mai esistito (memories of a time that never was) sounds like a eulogy for moments that only existed in dreams and that’s where the real power lies.
Not every band can make you feel like you’ve forgotten how to breathe. epoimóriròmiope does it in under four minutes.
Stream it. Pre-save the album. Let it pull you under.
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