Dust on Track by 240bpm & Flavour

 Dust on track is the new album by 240 bpm & Flavour. 

Flavour Sperimentale - A FLEETING SENSE OF PERCEPTION

FLV-08062025-026-ST-FS – Bandcamp (June 8, 2025)
Ambient, art rock, experimental ambient
Home recording (March 2020 – October 2024)
Mixing / Mastering Nicola Cruciani
Formats Digital
Artwork Paranoimia

Nicola Cruciani – vocals, electric guitar, bass, keyboards, programming
Vincenzo Lardo – bass, acoustic guitars, keyboards, programming

The Curtain – 3:31 (Cruciani)
Morning Object – 3:33 (Cruciani, Lardo)
A Surreal Painting – 3:06 (Cruciani)
Hard Muzzle – 4:02 (Cruciani, Lardo)
Black Blue – 5:43 (Cruciani)
Awakening – 3:07 (Cruciani)
Crystal – 17:31 (Cruciani)

MORNING OBJECT



The murmur of blue flame
Tell my lonely dawns
Like a soft caress
Which brings news of you
Strange kitchen items
They look at me staid
Darkened monoliths
Get used to silence
But my loneliness in this morning
It finds no differences whatsoever

Warped shadows
Behind my tea cup
Absence in fading
In empty glasses
Fog-filled mirrors
A new calendar
A man is breathing hard
in his bed

How many times these walls,
They saw my life
Get lost in the dark
And find me still alive

SURREAL PAINTING

A surreal painting, a crowd in the sun
Smiling and surfing the waves,
Next to a thousand graves.
Higher and higher they stare—
Is this how the journey ends?

On the road to nowhere,
Is this how the journey ends?
Running blindly,
Inside concrete boxes,
In this cast indifference
Is this how the journey ends?


HARD MUZZLE 
When you fade into the crowd
Or you are only out of sight
When you sleep on your hand
As you sink into the sand

You would like to face the night
Hard muzzle and no tears
But you fall like a child
Sobbing to the stars

For the lines you erase
From your favourite book
For all we are saying
In this silly romance

And you build with so much effort
A shrivelled cardboard smile
But the grey rainy days
They never come too late

When you push your headphones hard
To stop listening to this world
But you skip all the radio stations
For music that you’ve never heard

Like dusty chess pieces
Like old pictures on the floor
Like lazy rain in the garden
Like lush in the snow

240bpm:
So hold your breath between the seconds
Where the words don’t know your name
There’s a crack of light in the ceiling
That still remembers why you came

If you loosen the rope of your heartbeat
Let the silence finish the tune
You might find, beneath the hard muzzle,
Something fragile learning how to bloom

When you fade into the crowd
Or you are only out of sight
When you sleep on your hand
As you sink into the sand

And you build with so much effort
A shrivelled cardboard smile
But the grey rainy days
They never come too late

For the lines you erase
From your favourite book
For all we are saying
In this silly romance

BLUES 40

How many times will they be needed
To understand the steps of this dance
The words to say on every occasion
The smiles to offer at each appareance

What does it mean? Explain it again
The measure of absence in every return
The glance in the mirror, the comfort of habits
When you hide a smile behind the curtain

Eternal strangers in the lands where we're born
Where is it hidden, 

My complete answer 

All the time lost, watching from afar
When is the right day to cross the black line?

Flavour Sperimentale - THE INFINITE HORIZON

FLV-29112024-025-ST-FS – Bandcamp (November 29, 2024)
Ambient, art rock, emotional electronicaHome recording
Mixing / Mastering Nicola Cruciani
Formats Digital
Artwork Paranoimia

Nicola Cruciani – vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards, programming
Giorgio Giuseppini – keyboards
Vincenzo Lardo – backing vocals, bass, guitars, keyboards, programming
Giovanni Armadoro – piano, keyboards

Sunset – 4:15 (Cruciani, Lardo)
Elegy – 7:11 (Cruciani)
Dust – 3:51 (Cruciani, Giuseppini, Lardo)
Out Of Sight – 1:25 (Armadoro)
Stones – 4:40 (Cruciani, Lardo)
Rain – 8:07 (Cruciani)

NEAR SUNSET

Falling, like drops on a summer night
Like floating in the mud
Like rooms already emptied

Hiding in the corner
Sucking the usual wound,
It's not so different
From my childhood nightmares

I wish you were proud of me
Everything slips through my fingers
Near sunset, near sunset

Shadows descend on my face
That creep in the signs of time
Like rivulets of water that run
In the dry cracks of the earth

You cling to the seconds of a time
Of a day nearing sunset
You sip the last drops of tea
Of a day in good company

I wish you were proud of me
Everything slips through my fingers
And I’m here near sunset

I wish you were proud of me
Everything slips through my fingers
And I’m here near sunset

MAN OF DUST

It's spring in my house
And I'm here, dying of silence,
Like clocks in reverse,
I wait for the light in her eyes.

Like a return
Like as the sight
This is not a place to travel,
With a view to the horizon.

I am the man of dust
And like dust that blinds

I would like more time
To see and to smile,
With flower that bloom

In your childlike gaze.

Building a castle
For a hug from you?
I wait for your sleep
To tell you good-bye

I am the man of dust
And like dust that blinds

Here comes autumn
With my heart in the mud.
Above dryness and loneliness
I can picture you.

And this hour will pass
And even this hard day
And even with a greying hair
I get back to you
I get back to you
I get back to you
I get back to you

LAYING STONES ON THE GRASS

All my solitude in the sun,
Clouds wrapped inside a veil.
A scratch, heavy and tired of pain,
Another holy step there in the wind.

An orange lamp fades
In the distance, from that window.
I counted those days,
Laying stones on the grass

As a path of liberation,
Like a pact with no destination.
Blankets stored in the closet
Which are no longer needed now.

Is it possible the step is so short?
Like the time to turn to the wind?

A silver picture hanging on the wall,
A calendar on the same page.
I break down the hours from hope,
The threads of a life caught in the hands.

Is it possible the step is so short?
Like the time to turn to the wind?
Is the distance from the dark so short?
Like your greeting, just mentioned?

Steve Albini Tribute by COMPLETELY GONE RECORDINGS (USA)

Flavour Sperimentale partecipate at the compilation

Steve Albini Tribute by COMPLETELY GONE RECORDINGS (USA)

with the track Steve Albini Tribute 

Barbe a Papa by CAMEMBERT ELECTRIQUE (FRA)

Nicola Cruciani partecipate at the compilation  

Barbe a Papa by  CAMEMBERT ELECTRIQUE (FRA) 

with the track La Stanza Giochi nel Ripostiglio 

240bpm & Flavour live at Amadeus music school, Salerno

 240bpm & Flavour live at Amadeus music school, Salerno

New Shots by 240bpm

Nicola Cruciani appears as a guest in New Shots (2024) Bandcamp 

Vocals on: AGE OF INNOCENCE  

Lyrics on: PANDEMIC FUNK / LOST (I’M SUNK) 240bpm sound & visions (Italia) 

Flavour Sperimentale - BACKFLOW

FLV-29112023-021-LV-FL – Bandcamp (November 29, 2023)
Psychedelia, art rock, live performance
Live recording
Mixing / Mastering Nicola Cruciani, Vincenzo Lardo
Formats Digital
Artwork Nicola Cruciani

 Nicola Cruciani – vocals, guitars
Paolo Feliciotti – bass, vocals
Francesco Francia – drums, vocals
Peter Gabrielli – guitars
Vincenzo Lardo – programming, bass, keyboards
Alessandro Regno – keyboards

Live at Water Fest II
I Hate Photographs – 3:16 (Cruciani)
How Does It Make You Feel? – 3:47 (Cruciani)
Orange – 4:49 (Cruciani, Feliciotti, Francia)
QCDF – 5:33 (Cruciani, Feliciotti, Francia)
Dolce Assenza – 5:43 (Cruciani, Feliciotti, Francia)

Live at Casa La Mula
Orange – 6:16
QCDF – 9:41
Rituale – 7:41
Dolce Assenza – 4:43

Flavour live at It's All About Music, Parco Amerino, Acquasparta

 Flavour live at It's All About Music, Parco Amerino, Acquasparta

Flavour live at Water Music fest II, Acquasparta

 Flavour live at Water Music fest II, Acquasparta