Love goes bad, you end up living on a couch, working as a barista in the city you moved to in order to be a singer. Summer comes, the bars close, and after a long time you find Yourself writing again. Maybe you can't hold back anymore and you make a record. Maybe you drop everything and go Back to doing the only thing you really need: Voice, guitar, and playing anywhere. This is the debut of Gattotoro, named after a friend's dead cat. Because cats, as everyone knows, always have a couple of extra lives to lend.
