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Tanta la voglia di Napalm Death in questa giornata post elezioni.
Anzi avrei voglia soltanto del Napalm per fare piazza pulita...ma lasciamo la pol(l)itica e torniamo ai maestri del Grindcore.
Quattro brani per nove minuti; Ep che segna il ritorno dei nostri a suoni ancor più devastanti e primordiali, dopo la "sbandata" Death Metal del pur validissimo precedente album sulla lunga distanza Harmony Corruption.
Suoni con una produzione al solito dannatamente chiusa, che ti strangola. Ti mettono all'angolo e ti annientano.
Dedicano il tutto all'amico Roger Patterson, bassista degli Atheist da poco (siamo nel 1991) scomparso.
La pesantissima e spettrale title track ha l'onore di aprire le ostilità; accelerazioni ed improvvisi rallentamenti caratterizzano il brano, con un finale dove i riff "flamencati" di Jesse dominano sul resto della truppa. Una truppa d'assalto, pronta alla guerra, alla distruzione; spietati Napalm Death.
"Pride Assassin" è il momento dove più si avvicinano ai canoni Death Metal del già citato precedente lavoro. Le invettive cavernose di Mark si fanno sentire, mentre urla rabbiose e psicotiche del chitarrista ritmico (!!!) Mitch creano ulteriore danno uditivo.
"Unchallenged Hate" e "Social Sterility" vengono riregistrate per l'occasione, essendo vecchie canzoni del monolite sonoro recante il nome di From Enslavement To Obliteration. Solo e soltanto Grindcore disarticolato, convulso; in grado di spingere la tensione ben oltre il livello di guardia.
Sono le ultime sessioni con Mick Harris alla batteria; abbandonerà subito dopo per formare quella dannosa creatura Industrial Post-Grind che sono stati gli Scorn.
Dominanti Napalm Death, padroni assoluti; da oltre trent'anni.
Diabolos Rising 666.
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Mass Appeal Madness (03:29)
Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Dissention, seeking attention, yet segregation from the ones' that
really cared.
Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Cash styled deadhead, no conscience or opinions.
Material gain bar happiness means shit.
It means shit.
Mass appeal madness eats your brain. False influence like a leach.
Sucking dry your veins.
Public eyes see fit your second face.
Freakshow - fooling those who imitate.
Clever marketing to dominate. Screwing those who gave you your big
break.
And when the bubble bursts, exposing your selfish crap.
You'll cry for sympathy, we'll just sit back and laugh.
02 Pride Assassin (02:05)
Brought forth into an acceptance.
Expected mass production.
All cloned to obey without fail.
To question means breaking the mold.
To turn your back, that courage you lack...
Or live in pretense.
In youth, confused.
Prime for manipulation.
An open sore cursed with their social infections.
"Absorb to be seen as a failure"
"Not fit to breath the air we take in"
Pride Assassin.
True feelings call for deviation.
But could you face mass condemnation.
Pride Assassin.
Backed into a corner.
Why should you adhere to their illusions?
And their orders?
Willing to dictate yet for themselves exemption.
Evaluate your brain, form your own opinions.
To be an individual - compassionate and free.
03 Unchallenged Hate (02:06)
A chronic complaint of dimness.
Prevails your profound ideology.
A romantic vision of a master race.
Attained through coercive forms of authority.
Your observance is negligence.
If you see the threat from difficult cultures.
We're all in this sinking ship.
Each of us together.
Where does the whiteman stand?
Where does the blackman stand?
Where do we all fucking stand/
Knee deep in the shit!
Lock into yourself and you'll find the real oppressor.
To a life of unchallenged hate.
It's yourself who's the "nigger"
04 Social Sterility (01:12)
Time for my omittance, from a sterile existence.
Where the weekend pays homage to stereotypical perpetuation.
Must inebriate my senses into a state of delirium.
Before I turn to the meatrack from my penile selection.
Apathy spreads in unison with sexual disease.
A scourge that infests the cattle markets of youth.
Unconscious, just promiscuous.
Deprived of self respect.
In the selling of their bodies.
All emotions dead.
Thoughts absorbed.
Lost in sense of direction.
It's time to sit down.
And re - assess my course of action
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