Scalper, aka Nadeem Shafi has been weaving a network of fans and places in France and Europe for the past few years. Fans and places
that welcome him for the quality of his music.
It allowed the MC & producer to build friendships and musical bonds with drummers, bassists, bassists who can accompany him on stage every time he returns to Europe.

As for Francisco Esteves, aka Cisco, aka We Are Doom Revenge Disco, it is no mystery any more how much this beatmaker and bassist has developed international connections to cultivate and renew a constant pool of sound creativity.

Maybe then was it inevitable that the two men would meet and collaborate but the reciprocal connections with Quixotemusic most certainly facilitated things... a way to acknowledge that there is no such thing as luck and that chance is one to make happen.

Eventually, after a tour in France, Scalper found himself performing in Rodez. Cisco, troublemaker of the local underground culture, hence promoter of the concert, seized the opportunity to organise a special session of scholar initiation that left the budding young beatmakers with dropped jaws and ravenous eyes.

Faced with inflatingly good vibrations, came up the idea of an impromptu residence on the other side of the Mediterranean sea, in the heart a Tangier's sunny Moroccan riad. An improvised haven from which came out four exceptional tracks that transport the two men and the listener in spheres of creativity that each had until then little explored.

We hear the daytime and nocturnal moods of the effervescent city, we find the sound signature of Cisco, the vocal print of Scalper and yet the result takes us ... elsewhere. It is also a pleasure to note that Nadeem Shafi can talentously indulge in singing a few melodies of voice and that the result is a wealth comparable to his flow of MC.

If anyone wondered what could happen the meeting between a former Fundamental MC reconverted to the tranquility of a globalist downtempo rap and a beatmaker of the new Aquitaine known for throwing decks thrown over the Atlantic at the time of Binary Audio Misfits, the result is there, hot as embers, cold and starry like a North African night, the two faces of the same coin that is worth its weight in gold.