Un'ora è durata la seduta di analisi dall'amica e psicologa Barbara due giorni fa.
Ho dovuto, mio malgrado e non senza fatica, ricominciare questo percorso che ciclicamente irrompe nella mia esistenza.
L'ennesimo periodo di disoccupazione ha minato i miei fragilissimi equilibri, le mie poche certezze.
L'ansia ha bussato alla mia porta; sogghignando la bastarda.
Ho come sempre per prima cosa cercato il sicuro conforto e comprensione di Marina ed Elisa, delle mie montagne della mia musica. Ma non è bastato.
Ci vuole altro; dovrò ancora una volta essere guidato nel buio inferno del mio animo, preso per mano da Barbara. Dopo ritornerà la calma, la tranquillità.
E' andata bene la seduta; pensavo peggio. Non sto ancora così male e per il momento mi occorrono soltanto poche gocce di ansiolitico.
Ci saranno altre sedute; ma ho fiducia.
Esco dallo studio sereno, anzi forse è meglio dire "poco nuvoloso"; salgo in auto e prendo la via verso casa che dista circa tre quarti d'ora. Giusto il tempo per spararmi a volume inaudito la compilation Entombed. E' da sempre così: quando entro in crisi, quando sono in difficoltà la musica estrema, Grind e Death Metal in particolare, ha un potere enorme sul mio animo. Contribuisce a rilassarmi, a farmi evadere dai negativi pensieri; mi aiuta. E' la mia ferale medicina.
Non so spiegarmi il motivo; forse lo faccio per soddisfare la parte più nera e malata di me. Quella parte che emerge quando mi trovo in queste periodiche "Crisi di Valori".
Non ho tempo è voglia di raccontarvi la storia della band. Ho gia scritto altre recensioni riguardo gli Entombed e a queste eventualmente vi rimando.
La compilation è una mazzata clamorosa; una botta di vita (come mi piace tale frase in questi momenti...!!!); una valanga impressionante di primordiale Death Metal. Senza fronzoli, senza amenità, senza divagazioni. Cieca furia scandinava.
Vengono messi insieme tre EP usciti in precedenza che sono di difficile reperimento; c'è anche un brano di uno split singolo composto, udite udite, addirittura con i The New Bomb Turks.
Cover di Kiss, Repulsion, Unsane, Roky Erickson (!!).
Un flusso mefistofelico di tracimante catrame liquido.
Chitarre crushing, accordate su di un tono ribassato che mette ansia...ma in questo caso è per me autentica manna dal cielo. Suoni da catacomba che mi rilassano; altro che ansiolitici.
I chilometri volano, le canzoni si susseguono; sono in "trance" e godo di queste apocalittiche note.
E' il drumming assassino di Nicke Andersson (spero che a qualcuno di voi siano venuti alla mente gli Hellacopters) ad illuminare il mio tragitto.
Inizio la breve salita che da Domodossola sale verso la mia piccola borgata; pochi minuti che vengono da me spesi per riascoltare il brano "Out of Hand" uno dei pezzi migliori, bastardi e dilanianti mai composti dalla band.
Eccomi davanti all'uscio di casa; apro la porta ed entro.
Sono solo, le mie donne le vedrò tra qualche ora...ma oggi va bene lo stesso.
Proverò a dormire qualche ora; ne ho bisogno adesso.
Diabolos Rising 666.
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01 Out of Hand (03:10)
Fools gather round to watch me bleed
but there are things you'll never see
to protect and serve one nation under god
a nation in which no-one's free
Their flesh begins to rot
what's left of what they've got
a boring life is getting old
mischief won't turn to gold
By going back to burning books
ripping apart things that doesn't fit
one times one equals nine
Your make-believe reality is full of shit
Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
fuck!
It's fucked to hear one idiot's words
but worse to see others believe it
fucked up minds in fucked up times
it's up to you to foresee it
Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
it's all built upon lies
out of hand
is this a fucking joke
out of mind
and it makes me fucking choke
fuck!
02 God of Thunder (04:42)
You've got something about you
You've got something I need
Daughter of Aphrodite
Hear my words and take heed
I was born on Olympus
To my father a son
I was raised by the demons
Trained to reign as the one
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
I'm the lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command you to kneel
Before the
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
I am the lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command thee to kneel
Before the
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
03 Black Breath (02:30)
Nine slaves of death - Trapped in eternal hell
Kill you with their breath - If you catch a smell
You've all will to live - Losing death
You are doomed to die - Smell the reapers of death
Fevered and delirious - Despairing dreams
Black shadow haunting you - It never leaves
Now you begin to feel unrelenting pain
Before your life is through your gone insane
Stiffening of the joints, death creeps in
Flesh is turning blue, the end begins
Screaming endlessly, until your death
Certain death comes at last
From the black breath
04 Stranger Aeons (03:28)
One more dead soul
there's a hole in the sky
illuminating dreamquest
the prophet's eye
by virtue of madness
a sign of faith
lurking at the threshold
you're lost between the gates
Death's a solution to life's dead illusions
Stranger aeons - stained by re-creation
Stranger aeons - of hallucination
Stranger things that eternal lie
awaiting beyond the time to die
in the city of gods in the temple of lies
initiation progression Zarathustra cries
You were wrong from the start
we will never part
Stranger aeons - stained by re-creation
Stranger aeons - of hallucination
Take strange drugs - swallow your pride
It's all but a game - nuclear stock piles
06 Shreds of Flesh (02:06)
Blood gush forth
When your skin is sawed
Reeking slices
Of flesh so raw
Now you're dying
- Slow and terrifying
Hacking your body
Limb from limb
I hope it felt nice
When the pain was set in
Horrified
Nauseating and disgusting
The art of murder has no
Emotion for it's victims
Now you are just
some shreds of flesh
07 Crawl (05:32)
Father set me free at this altar of death
dead fingers cold as ice touches my flesh
as it passed through my soul and body
the fear I thought was gone grows
tears of regret and confusion
this is not what I wanted to know
I have embraced the truth
beyond lies where honesty reigns
I thought I gave my life
but back I was only given pain
I once stood at the threshold of my desire
losing ground now I'm this horrid truth's denier
The nocturnal hour is passed
here nothing can last
I sought and screamed in pain
but there was nothing to gain
Nihility arise from the bottom of no lies
from here to eternity I just can be set free
SATAN, help me die away from reality
my arms and legs are bound
please grant me mortality
I'm losing it
crawling upon these white walls of truth
for the darkest void I've wasted my entire youth
I'm crawling down
the dirt that I licked off my mind
the truth you'll never (want to find)
10 Night of the Vampire (05:00)
Tonight – is the night of the vampire Tonight – is the night of the vampire If it’s raining and you’re running don’t Slip in mud cos... if you do, you’ll Slip in blood tonight Is the night of the vampire Tonight – is the night of the vampire The moon may be full The moon may be white All i know is you will feel his bite tonight Is the night of the vampire He comes from Transylvania (?) On St Swithens day he was born I stand in the darkness with no-one Makes his by turns (?) Tonight – is the night of the vampire Tonight – is the night of the vampire Never sleeps in the night Comes out when the moon is bright – tonight Is the night of the vampire
11 State of Emergency (02:36)
You're looking for something
But what could it be?
You look for a hero
Well don't look at me
You look for solutions
But there's none you can find
You believe in something
That's only in your mind
You're looking around you
But hate has made you blind
And you've spent the last ten years of your life
In this emergency
So please don't just sit there
Let's try to break out
From all the hatred
Suspicion and doubt
Try to change your life
That is no life at all
Try to break down the imaginary wall
And if you couldn't be bothered
Well then, my friend, you'll fall
And spend all the rest of your life
In this emergency
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