C.S.
The producer
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d advertise — you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one’s name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
THE PROJECT
Music crosses time.
Coming from the past. Haunted by the future.
Welcome to the sonic universe of Lex Acida, where music becomes a time-traveling journey. Emerging from the vibrant city of Trieste, Lex Acida embarked on a groundbreaking musical expedition in 1994 with the vinyl release of the EP “Genesi.” The distinctive “progressive underground” sound carved its place on dance floors across various European clubs, setting the stage for a legacy that spans decades.
After a three-decade hiatus, Lex Acida is back, ready to mesmerize audiences with a musical renaissance. The past echoes through remastered vinyl, while a futuristic gaze transforms the EP into a visual and auditory spectacle.
In collaboration with Cristiano Stern, Lex Acida introduces an avant-garde blend of EDM, pop, trance, and house. The genre-defying sound captures the essence of a world haunted by the future, offering listeners a portal to explore the depths of time and music.
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SIX IDENTITIES.
ONE UNIVERSE.
AUSSIE
The composer
How far is it to Heaven?
As far as Death this way —
Of River or of Ridge beyond
Was no discovery.
How far is it to Hell?
As far as Death this way —
How far left hand the Sepulchre
Defies Topography.
D.G.
The drummer
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
J.M.
The DJ
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
G.S.
The space
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
L.I.S.A.
The singer
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;