At a time when “Balearic” has become the new musical gospel, the holiest adjective one can use to describe one’s music (and therefore, electroclash has become the musical antichrist - to keep going with the biblical comparison)… while everyone seems to glorify stuff like Ibiza’s “endless sunsets”, the duo happily kicks over the anthill with a song, a record and a band soberly called Succhiamo (first person plural of “to suck” in Italian). The title-track straightforwardly announces what the main elements of Succhiamo’s music are: over-saturated simple patterns of drum machines and EBM-infused lines of synths backing overtly sexual vocals in Italian. Nothing more, nothing less.
On the flip side, Succhiamo deals with the same formula in depth, engaging this time in detailing a meaningless list of products available in the “supermercato”. The song conveys a nihilist - but fun - attitude, and it just sounds as if the band was crashing a car in a commercial zone in high spirits… As a kind of inheritor to Ich Bin, Succhiamo offers to bring some stupidity in the club and gives serious dance music producers the finger, like some irreverent Franco-Italian Beavis & Butthead.