Hard Pop Volume 2, your album released on March 21st, is a remarkable evolution of your signature sound—melding raw rave energy, evocative pop melodies, and innovative studio techniques, all while honouring your Neapolitan techno roots. Could you share some insights into your creative process for this album? How did you balance the traditional elements that have defined your sound with the new experimental approaches, and were there any unexpected breakthroughs that reshaped your creative vision?
First of all, I think this is a great question from someone who has truly listened to my album, and that makes me very happy. Usually, I get questions like, “Where did you get your inspiration?” and that’s it. So yes, in this album, I am still present, but in evolution. If you listen to the previous album, you can understand how I have—not changed—but evolved with the times. Music has become faster, sounds have become harsher, but my signature, everything about my musical essence, is still there. That essence is what my father taught me—with his vinyl records, his pop melodies from the ‘70s, ‘80s, and ‘90s. Everything is there, so you can hear it all in my music. It was almost automatic, like a natural direction to take. Though sometimes, like in life, I still carry a bit of nostalgia for the past. And I discovered—oh my—I discovered that I had so much to say and give. That’s why I made 25 tracks in a two-volume release. That’s a lot—it could have been four albums.
When you have one day completely disconnected from music, your career, and your public image, how do you spend it—from morning until evening?
Actually, I’ve learned to keep my work and private life very separate. On Sundays, when I come back, a little hungover, having barely slept and taken flights to return home—let’s not even talk about that. But Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday are my normal life days. Those are the days when I stay with my dogs, cook pasta with tomato sauce, relax on the beach, take my dogs for a walk with friends. I don’t go out much—we always eat at the same two restaurants, which are just a kilometre from my house. Otherwise, we just stay at home, chilling on the couch, goofing around like normal guys and girls.
Deborah, I have to say what everyone thinks: your radiance is truly timeless—you look even younger now than you did 20 years ago! It almost seems like you’ve made a secret pact with the devil. Could you share some practical beauty tips—whether diet advice, luxurious creams, indispensable supplements, or must-have treatments—that you swear by and that keep your glow effortlessly ageless, making the most difference in your well-being?
Thank you so much! I’m not very good at receiving compliments, but I’ll try to make an exception. To be honest, I would never go back 20 years. Mentally and physically, I feel much, much better today—probably because experiences have made me stronger. And when you’re strong on the inside, maybe you become strong on the outside too, I don’t know. But I have to say, I used to think, “If I just do a lot, I’ll be fine.” But in recent years, I’ve put in the work. I have an amazing trainer, Carmine Menna from Torino, who coaches me and puts up with me. I try to drink more water, take tons of supplements—I even pre-pack them in little bags, a month at a time, so everything’s ready for each day. I take everything from Omega-3 to tons of vitamins and supplements. I drink a lot of collagen. I take good care of my skin. As for expensive creams, let me tell you this—on Amazon, there’s a snail slime cream that costs 30, maybe 32 euros, and it’s amazing. Just amazing. And it costs less than 30 euros!
Scampia and Naples are imprinted in your soul—shaping you, fueling you, and challenging you. How much of who you are today comes from what the city gave you, and how much from what it took away?
Scampia gave me so much—it gave me grit, strength, the fearlessness to take risks. It gave me character, a lot of character. It taught me that nothing is given for free, and that I had to work and struggle to earn everything—whether it was a bike, a house, or a job. And what did it take away from me? It took away the fairy tale. As a child, I saw things—I didn’t fully understand them, but I saw them. And today, looking back at what my Scampia was like when I was 15 or 16, seeing it portrayed in shows like Gomorrah—which tells the real story of what was happening 25-30 years ago—it kind of takes away that fairy tale. It takes away the magic of Naples a little bit. But let me repeat—this was 30 years ago. Scampia hasn’t been like that for a long time.
If young Deborah from Scampia could see you now, what would shock her the most about the woman you’ve become?
I was just a girl trying to survive, doing small jobs to afford a t-shirt or a pair of pants, so I wouldn’t burden my parents. I was a girl who took on a lot of other people’s problems—problems in general. So no, I would have never believed I would get where I am now. Never. And sometimes, I wonder… if my grandmother, who passed away when I was 17, is proud of me when she looks at me. And I wonder what she would think of me.
You built yourself from the ground up—with no blueprint, no safety net—turning dreams into reality, from buying a house for your parents to living by the sea. Yet, even with all you’ve achieved, are there parts of this journey that still feel unresolved? Are there moments you’re still trying to make peace with?
Honestly, I’m really happy to read these words because you’ve understood the most important thing: This career was built without any safety net behind me—no one to catch me if I fell, no one to push me forward. Yes, I’ve done a lot, but sometimes I still feel like I’m at zero. I’m never satisfied with myself. I always want more. But not because I crave success or fame. I want more because I feel like I haven’t given enough.
Do you have any unusual superstitions or rituals before a show?
Well, I have this little pouch for my headphones, and it’s stuffed full of things—like little drawings, a keychain someone gave me, a bracelet, a piece of paper, a lollipop. I never empty it. I never remove anything from it. Those things belong in there, and they have to stay there. It’s like if I took them out, the magic would disappear.
The stage is electric, the music is euphoric—but when the lights go out and you’re alone in a hotel room at 5 AM, what does that silence feel like?
You’ve touched on an issue that most people probably don’t understand—only those who live this life experience it firsthand. The transition from being surrounded by loud music and people shouting your name to suddenly being alone in a hotel room, far from home—that’s tough. Some will say, “Oh, but you make money, so why are you complaining?” No, I’m not complaining at all. I’m incredibly privileged. But honestly, I think that when you start living this life, you should get psychological support right away. Going from the excitement of a crowd to the isolation of a hotel room can cause a mental short-circuit. It absolutely happened to me, and not just to me—to everyone I know in this industry.