Nervosismo, accenti distorti, fischi assordanti sono l'esempio di un martello che percuote le corde di una chitarra, con reminiscenze art rock, noise e hard core.
Da queste presentazioni si può intuire il panico clautrofobico di "RED MEDICINE" dei Fugazi, un prodotto al di là di qualunque parola e rappresentazione. Infatti partendo da "DO YOU LIKE ME", si intuisce la dissacrante dicotomia chitarristica degli scontri aneuristici tra chitarra e basso, un effervescente post-rock, contaminato da scariche noise, violazioni hard core e tendenze suicide.
Con "BED FOR THE SCRAPING", si viaggia su binari figli di un certo retrogusto grunge e tendenze maniaco depressive con un cantato quasi extraterreste. "LATEST DISGRACE" da carica punk al disco con effusioni chitarristice debitrici al miglior Black e Moore, mentre "Bithday Ponyda" un saggio di post rock moderno, con rumorosismi alla "Confusion is sex", tensioni emotive ala Husker Du, tonicità e emotività. "FORENSIS SCENE" addolcisce il disco con grande passione depressiva, un viaggio estremo verso abissi del post-pop catacombale e rissoso.
"COMBINATION LOCK" e "FELL DESTROYED" danno espressione melodica ad un disco già carico di diverse realtà oniriche, una navigazione diretta verso uno strano abisso di suoni, si arriva a livelli quasi dadaisti. "BY YOU", "TARGET", e "BACK TO BASE" baciano sonorità clautrofobiche, vicine al noise più schizzato un energia ai limiti del malconcio extro creativo, un pentagramma dissacrato. "DOWNED CITY" e "LONG DISTANCE RUNNER" sono degli abissi sonori tra hard core e art rock moderno, un icona mentale.
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02 Bed for the Scraping (02:50)
I'm sick with this
I'm sick with this
situation avoided or just missed?
my own sweet time says it's ten twenty four
hardly recognise simple things anymore
I don't wanna be defeated
I don't wanna be defeated
I don't wanna be defeated
I don't wanna be defeated
this is the point
this is the manifest
bed for the scraping
dirty little secret
reason for the gathering
consequence
what else is there to do but go
this is the point
this is the manifest
bed for the scraping
dirty little secret
reason for the gathering
consequence
what else is there to do
what else is there to do
but go outside
look around
look around
04 Birthday Pony (03:08)
This is a birthday pony
This is a strange kind of rest
Because i feel like a guest when I'm right here at home
I'm not right here at home
I opened up these accounts
All these separate accounts
Because I can't comprehend the single ride to the end
I needed something to do and so I split into two
But now the pattern takes hold
I find I'm losing control
Laugh boy
I don't want to be free
This is a birthday pony
05 Forensic Scene (03:05)
In your memory not so gentle
Perversify slash sentimental
Caught between and caught without
I'm a failure not your failure now
In and out just like a knife would tax the flesh and leave a cheap wound
Fucked and fucking love and lay
Congenitally fractured anyway
Unclipped unclean this forensic scene's all played out
The defense rests and sorry's just a no shit sherlock mouth talk con job
From your memory to this instant worked so hard for working distance
Like a mouth too late to shut
I'm a failure not your failure now
07 Fell, Destroyed (03:46)
Here's a list of side effects
Practice tested
Covering every malice angle
For example you will sleep forever
You will never sleep again
Yawn to yawn your face is born to mask the shade of shit you're in
Now it's time to fake resignment room assignment
Next door to the generator
What the fuck it is
Whatever powers lights to burn all night
Your teeth to grind to grind so fine
You'll find out sooner what it is
To ring the alarm or you're sold to dying
Fell, destroyed and long out used step into it
Green in laying water blue
Cop a feeling coprophagics
Say next in line well how about you
Freedom's fiction sorry fifteen time to sell the softer shoe
Ring the alarm or you're sold to dying
(respects to tenor saw)
10 Target (03:32)
It's cold outside and my hands are dry
Skin is cracked and I realize
That I hate the sound of guitars
A thousand grudging young millionaires
Forcing silence sucking sound
Forced into this conversation
So i say shine let their planets collide
This is the darkening down of my mind
We could be making it oiling like crime
We could be making it staking last dimes
If you want to sieze the sound you don't need a reservation
The torch is passed it's yours to return
Lay at their feet now use it to burn
For marketing the use of the word generation
A false alliance of money persuading
Forcing silence sound sucking
Forced into this conversation
Now if you want to sieze the sound you don't need a reservation
So open so young so target I can smell your heart you're a target
11 Back to Base (01:45)
autonomy is a world of difference they're creeping round but they know they can't come in back from the front with observation it's still there across from me an extreme example bringing you what they want twenty four hours a day whole lot of not but it's convenient pray for fire they'll tell you anything it's speculation pure speculation bringing you back to base
12 Downed City (02:53)
I want to go
I want to get out
All guns are loaded
And have gone off now
I'm channeling 17 dead revolutions
That have long gave up the ghost
One drink of water and I'm drowning
The space between the dime and the dollar
The space between the city and the suburb
Some kid took another kid
Pumped him full of holes
Just to see a new horizon
One drink of water and i'm drowning in it
Not alright
Downed city downed city
Two and two sawed in two
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Di easycure
Red Medicine è uno di quei pochi dischi nella storia del rock che vive fuori dalle definizioni, immortale e atipico, originale e trascendente.
Fell, destroyed è forse l'apogeo dell'estetica proposta in Red Medicine: un pezzo fuori dal tempo e dallo spazio, indefinibile eppure perfettamente compiuto.
