Last year, with my \u201cdiffuse\u201d band\u201d 80 Hundred Miles<\/strong>, we decided not to remain silent. We took guitars, distortions and that "gentle heart with boiling blood" of ours to create \u201cDon't Touch Her\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Look around you. The charts are full of very young "artists" chewing on derogatory words like candy, normalizing a language that turns women into objects to be consumed. We, who may be "old" by the algorithm but not by our souls, respond with a wall of sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For this song, we didn't settle for just our voice. We launched a sound bridge to Australia to involve Moly Cat<\/strong>, a friend of ours: sweet, yes, but with a determination that cuts through the mix like a razor. Because physical distance doesn't matter when the intent is shared. The words Michiko and I wrote are an invitation not to look the other way. \u201cDon't touch her, don't break her<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n She's fire, she's the storm.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Don't hurt her, don't shake her,<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Respect's the norm.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Listen to it here, at full volume. Because sometimes that's exactly what rock is for: to cover the noise of indifference.<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"Moly](\"https:\/\/ilrickyverso.it\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Gemini_Generated_Image_m7v47qm7v47qm7v4-1024x1024.jpeg\")
The result is a metal ballad that doesn't ask for permission. It screams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Respect isn't optional; it's the norm. Or at least, it should be. In "Don't Touch Her," music becomes a shield. Words aren't blades that wound, but barriers that protect. It's our way of saying that true strength doesn't lie in raising your hands, but in knowing where to stand: on the side of dignity. Always.<\/p>\n\n\n\n