Combichrist è uno dei molteplici side project dello scandinavo Andy LaPlegua già voce dei norvegesi Icon Of Coil e che dai primi anni del 2000 infesta i dancefloors di mezzo pianeta con 'L' aggressive-tecno' che va proponendo. Andy inizia l'avventura Combichrist con il mediocre e duro 'The Joy Of Gunz' e proseguendo con l'EP in limited edition 'Kiss The Blade' e 'Sex Drogen Und Industrial' molto potente e riempi pista, inquadra la strada più ovvia e adatta da percorrere con il suo nuovo progetto: quella più ballabile, più danzante, più oscura, più Combichrist. Così, per la sempre presente tedesca Out Of Line e l'americana Metropolis Records, lebel dei grandi dell'Ebm americana, nella primavera del 2005 esce il secondo full-lenght della 'band nordica' che ha preso il nome da una vecchia fanzine hardcore di LaPlegua dei primi anni '90, "Every Body Hates You".
Due dischi. 120 minuti di martellamenti compulsivi e immersioni liquide. Sesso e sudore misto a gomma bruciata nell'aria e nei dancefloors da riempire di mezza Europa.
L'idea: è quella che si era insinuata nella mente schizzata di LaPlague già dal riuscitissimo 'Sex Drogen Und Industrial' quindi. Basi ferrose, bassi cupi, ritmi assillanti, frustate deflagranti nel più tipico stile Ebm old-school disciolti in una forte dose di elettronica bella varia. Da quella malata più 'fighetta e ripulita' di 'God Bless', 'This Shit Will Fuck You Up' e 'Happy Fucking Bithday' a quella robotica di 'Like To Thank My Buddies', da quella ossessiva e danzereccia di 'Enjoy The Abuse' e 'Today I Woke To The Rain Of Blood' a quella delle sperimentazioni campionate in chiave dark-ambient di tutto il secondo disco. 2° cd che appare, quindi, come una sorta di inabissamento acquatico dopo le sfuriate a colpi di rasoi della prima ora di follia e ballo.
La formula: bassi sferraglianti, distorsioni sgretolate, testi indigesti per un sound elettro-industrial dei più riusciti, dei più coinvolgenti in pista. 'Blut Royale' e 'This Is My Rifle' parlano da sole per tutte: trascinante quasi come i grandi pezzacci dei KMFDM la prima, tribale e oscura la seconda. Si lasciano invece 'chiacchierare', deflagrando nelle orecchie, le dissacranti 'Lying Sack Of Shit' terribile e dura nella 'lirica' quanto nel sound apocalitticamente Ebm e la vertiginosamente sessuale 'This Shit Will Fuck You Up'. Puro piacere fisico.
Nota negativa l'eccessiva lunghezza dell'album che, appesantito dal secondo cd troppo sperimentale ripetitivo e minimale ('Wreckage'; 'Rubber Toy'; 'Below'), fa perdere compatezza e ruvidezza ad un prodotto TBM (Techno Body Music) che sà già da solo di festini, oscure presenze e stravizi. Godetevi la festa. E' appena cominciata.
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02 Enjoy the Abuse (05:14)
Enjoy the abuse (x3)
Enjoy
Next time you open your mouth
I'll put my fist down your throat
So deep you cannot swallow
I'll make your body hollow
You will enjoy the abuse
Cause you've got nothing to lose
I swear I'll fistfuck your brain
Until I'm smiling again
(Everybody hates you)
Enjoy (enjoy) the abuse (x3)
Enjoy (enjoy)
(Enjoy, joy, joy, joy, the abuse)
Next time your down on your knees
And you're expecting a slap
It might be me in that mask
And I just might have a bat
Enjoy the abuse
Enjoy
Enjoy the abuse
Enjoy (x5)
Next time you open your mouth
I'll put my fist down your throat
So deep you cannot swallow
I'll make your body hollow
You will enjoy the abuse
Cause you've got nothing to lose
I swear I'll fistfuck your brain
Until I'm smiling again
Enjoy the abuse, enjoy (x3)
Enjoy (enjoy the abuse)
03 Today I Woke to the Rain of Blood (05:45)
(Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
So feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands
We will flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be
E nomine Patre, et Fili, et Spiritu Sancti)
(Each day we will spill their blood til it rains down from the sky)
Last night my shadow went to heaven
My body's here, my soul in hell
Last night I killed, I can't remember
Who I killed or why I laughed
Last night was never supposed to happen
Today I woke to a rain of blood
A rain of blood (3x)
(Each day we will spill their blood til it rains down from the sky)
I think I might have killed the world
But anyway I'm better off alone
A rain of blood
(Each day we will spill their blood til it rains down from the sky)
A rain of blood
A rain of blood
I think I might have killed the world
But anyway I'm better off alone
I'm better off alone
05 Blut Royale (05:33)
Come hear the voices in my head
They say you wanna hurt me
and they want you dead
Its scraping the bottom of the barrel of life
Theres a million different voices
And they're synchronized
Into one real army that will kill you all
Injecting my brain with adrenaline
They're marching
They're screaming
They wanna get out
They're armed to the teeth
It's the Blut Royale
(Come to me)
Come hear the voices in my head
(Come to me)
They say you wanna hurt me
and they want you dead
(Come to me)
Come hear the voices in my head
(Come to me)
They want you dead
It's the Blut Royale
(It's the Blut Royale)
(It's the Blut Royale)
(It's the Blut Royale)
x4
Come hear the voices in my head (head, head, head..)
Come hear the voices in my head (head, head, head..)
Come hear the voices in my head
They say you wanna hurt me
and they want you dead
Come hear the voices in my head
They want you dead
It's the Blut Royale
(It's the Blut Royale)
(It's the Blut Royale)
(It's the Blut Royale)
x4
07 Feed Your Anger (04:49)
Here you go, here’s one covered in blood, babe.
Do you think he is dead?
Do you think we can leave him like this,
or Should we chop off his head?
I know you like it when I’m covered in blood,
on your knees with a gun to your head.
I let you know that your no means yes, babe,
And your tears are fake.
The night is young.
Is there anything else we can do for fun?
Kill a body of doom,
fucking high on the tomb,
make you gag on a gun.
Feed your anger.
A real demon girl.
Why don’t you soak that angel’s wings in blood?
I know you’re ready for this,
I’ve seen you licking your lips,
all you need is to nod your head.
Feed your anger, feed your anger.
Feed your anger, feed your anger.
08 God Bless (04:28)
God bless:
Jeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Kaczynski, Richard Ramirez
Robert Berdella, David Berkovitz, Albert DeSavo, Joseph Briggen
Timothy McVeigh, Gary Leon Ridgway, Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka
Ted Bundy, Edmund Kemper, Kenneth Bianchi and Angelo Buono
Herman Drenth, Albert Fish, Andrew Cunanan, Robert Yates
John Wayne Gacy, Aileen Wuornos, Charlie Starkweather, Caril Fugate
David Koresh, Marshall Applewise, Robert Hansen, Herbert Mullin
Edward Gein, Caroll Cole, Richard Cottingham, Joseph Franklin
Charles Manson, Harvey Carignan
God bless, God bless
God bless, God bless
God bless, God bless
09 Happy Fcuking Birthday (04:47)
Happy fucking birthday
Birthday boy, birthday girl
Birthday boy, birthday girl
Birthday boy, birthday girl
CombiChrist, evil nice
10 This Is My Rifle (04:58)
[intro]
Tonight you cadets will sleep with your rifle
You will give your rifle a girls name
Be warned this is the only pussy you people are going to get
This is my rifle, it is my life
We are masters of our enemy
Till there is no enemy
11 Like to Thank My Buddies (06:18)
I'd like to thank my buddies
For sticking the knife in my back
I'd like to thank my buddies
For twisting the knife in my back
For twisting the knife in my back
For twisting the knife in my back
I'd like to thank my buddies
For sticking the knife in my back
I'd like to thank my buddies
For twisting the knife in my back (x2)
For twisting the knife in my back
13 Without Emotions (04:40)
Without Emotions
Without Feelings
Without love
Without hate
Breath is just a clock
Ticking
Ticking
Ticking
Without Emotions
Without Feelings
Without love
Without hate
Breath is just a clock
Ticking
Ticking
Ticking
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