Not my value – This is not an encore | AUGUST 10TH
“NOT MY VALUE – THIS IS NOT AN ENCORE”
There are concerts that begin when the music starts.
And there are others that seem to emerge from a more ambiguous place: from a dream already in progress, from a mental chamber, or from an image that we can no longer distinguish as belonging to cinema, to memory, or to a gentle nightmare.
This Is Not an Encore by Not My Value is born in this border zone. The Milanese duo constructs a dark psychedelic trip-hop universe made of restless echoes, dreamlike atmospheres, and sudden sonic reversals.
Their music does not move in a straight line: yet, their concert is not a collection of songs, but a single, continuous flow. There are no pauses, silences, interruptions, or explanations: the tracks follow one another seamlessly, giving life to an immersive experience that captures the attention from start to finish.
In perfect harmony with the aesthetic and cultural signature of the Narrazioni Parallele Festival, the performance does not separate artistic languages but allows them to contaminate one another. Music, theater, and visuals become a single flow—an unstable matter where sound generates images, images open questions, and the stage transforms into a threshold of perception.
Leading the journey is NMV84, a robot made of wood and gears: a fragile and mechanical creature, an imperfect oracle, a companion for the crossing. It takes the floor, formulates philosophical thoughts, and guides the audience through a path that resembles a nocturnal ritual, a video game of the unconscious, or a map waiting to be deciphered.
The journey is divided into three acts—Dream, Limbo, Reality—like three rooms to walk through or three trials to overcome. Each transition reveals a keyword, a question, a possibility of getting lost.
Glimpsed within the shadows are the influences of Berardi, Mark Fisher, Camus, Douglas Adams, David Lynch, and Chuck Palahniuk: reflections on the present, the absurd, and alienation; on escape and emotional survival in a world that often seems programmed to keep us from feeling.
This Is Not an Encore is not an encore, it is not a replica, and it is not a reassuring return. It is a false finale, an electric dream that continues just when we thought it had ended.
A concert-performance where the audience does not merely watch: they enter a visionary device, undergo trials, listen to voices, and search for signs, until they find themselves wondering where reality ends and the dream begins.
An experience for those who love to get lost in the margins: there, where sound becomes theater, thought becomes image, and a wooden machine can suddenly speak to us of our own humanity.