Giovanni is our reference when we want to express what is the main aspect of an esoteric music ambient. There are notes in music composition that elevate those profound mechanisms inside a human being's mind, are mechanisms that transporte your imagination to a high dark consciousness, enter the tense emotions for few expressions of light. If their songs could captivate your attention in an obscure world of mind images we have done our job. This is for our label the most high concept of real dark ambient. This gente is not easy to manufacture and there is a lot of production out there called dark ambient not even being real dark ambiente. Gio knows which is the special factor to achieve this sound. Most of his performances are intro classical gente works. This is a masterpiece that No Records has the honor to show to our audience. This is not an album in parts. It is a single shape seen from three angles. A mirror fractured on purpose — not broken, but rearranged. Three Sides does not unfold linearly. It spirals inward. It expands outward. Then it stands still, staring back at you. It begins in motion — dry, circular, hypnotic. The kind of motion that doesn’t take you somewhere, but empties you while turning. Everything feels focused, yet unresolved. Tension without climax. Rhythm without arrival. You feel yourself slipping into repetition, but never fatigue — only trance. Each sound is intentional. Each space between sounds is sacred. This is a work where silence holds more weight than noise. The textures are mineral, metallic, and sometimes brittle. Like walking barefoot on cold industrial floors in a dream. No excess. No drops. No gestures. Just presence. Each side reveals something the other conceals. There is no favorite track — only a shift in perception. The second movement is colder, more abstract. You begin to detach. But it’s a clean detachment, like ice breaking from ice. Nothing here wants to impress you. It wants to endure. To loop inside you until it dissolves into your rhythm of thought. The third side is not closure. It’s confrontation. A last step before silence, not after it. There are moments where you feel almost alone with the machine. And moments where the machine feels like a part of you. Each repetition becomes a breath. Each texture, a fingerprint. And yet, nothing here asks to be named. Nothing tries to define itself. It simply is, in a way that most music isn’t allowed to be. Three Sides is sculpture.