🜄 Shamanic Version — Collettivo Undersound

🌍 This album does not begin — it returns.  
It rises from old recordings gathered during a wandering pilgrimage, when Mario walked the world like a sound‑diviner, following vibrations instead of roads.

🌫️ In the swamps of New Orleans, where branches look like hands and the air hums with ghosts, Swampy Blues was born.
There, in the thick breath of the marsh, the only true revelation was simple and absolute:
“The mosquitoes were way too big.”  
A prophecy disguised as a joke — the kind of truth that only the swamp can whisper.

🔥 Five tracks, five directions of the ritual circle.

    The first opens with a crooked country‑rap, a limping step that becomes a trance.

    The second slips into jazz, where a choir falls into minor while the lead voice insists on major — two spirits crossing without touching.

    The third is Swampy Blues: the original recording was too deep, too alive.
    It refused to be tamed.
    It became a mantra, repeated until it started breathing on its own.

    The fourth, Looking for the Light, is a luminous contradiction — a mirror of our broken, shining world.

    The fifth carries the wound:
    “And she screams, says I ruined her life…”  
    Not a lyric — a scar.
    A drum hit to the chest.
    A confession offered to the fire.

🎷 Throughout the album, the arrangements lean toward a mutated luk thung,
where guitars and saxophones are fused like ancient metals to summon a sound older than memory, older than travel.

🜂 To listen is to enter the circle.  
🜁 To breathe it is to remember.  
🜄 To repeat it is to transform.

Swampy Shadows huge bugs

“After all these years I realized something simple: if I had started vibrating with my music earlier — just vibrating, nothing else — I would have lived even more unpredictable, incredible experiences than the ones I already have. So I told myself: why not now? After all… I’m not that bad. LOL.”

Swampy Shadows huge bugs

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