MACELLO - Pensieri cattivi

Wanna kill myself or get high
Wanna kill myself getting high
We've all got psychiatric problems
And we don't solve them with psychiatrists
K-hole surrounded by paramedics
Cold sweats and dizziness

Macello is a rather aggressive stage name, fitting for Bologna-born rapper Giacomo Bosi, class of 2001. Inspired by an extreme aesthetic built on drugs and malaise, he serves up raw trap on this debut album, aptly titled “Pensieri cattivi” (“Evil Thoughts”): distorted beats, self-destructive intentions, blasphemy and despair are the main ingredients of a dangerous recipe, to be administered to adults only. After the frontal impact, a deeper existential unease also emerges, poisoned by a lack of prospects and the loneliness typical of the most desperate psychiatric states.

The journey into the abyss gets straight to the point with the obsessive, floating trap of “Uccidermi/drogarmi”, as hostile and unpresentable as a track full of declarations like “wanna kill myself or get high, wanna kill myself getting high” can be. The horror aesthetic of Noyz Narcos and Metal Carter lives on in “Pensieri Cattivi” feat. Scaccia, with spectral synths, while “Crack al Rocket” floats along on slurred, narcoleptic rapping.

On “DDW”, another violent, desperate, thoroughly drugged-up trap cannonball, the rapper even gives out his phone number and answers a few calls on TikTok. It's a one-way trip into malaise, anything but hedonistic, as the trap nightmare “Tilt” makes clear. The tracks are generally short and fairly linear, with the exception of “Benito e Clara + Albano e Romina” feat. 18K, split in two by a psychedelic beat switch.
There's also room for the bleakest melancholy on “Carne” feat. 18K, Rosa Chemical, Pitta, which turns into despair on the bitter “Forse un giorno”. Closing things out is the seemingly more muscular “Cocaine Rmx” feat. Jordan Jeffrey Baby, which is actually dedicated to a friend who died too young: “see you soon”.

“Pensieri cattivi” is a punch in the gut, a bitter pill to swallow. The trap aesthetic of drugs and vice is paired with a bleak, neurotic despair, the awareness of having sunk into a nightmare of addiction and dissolution: a fatal trap that rhymes with suicide and self-destruction. Even if the album's limits show in its short runtime and a little too much sameness among the tracks, it still manages to hit hard with its painful honesty. A debut that stands out in a sea of forgettable trap records.

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23/06/2026