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Giocano in casa i Napalm Death in questo concerto; è infatti registrato nell'Aprile del 2002 a Londra. E sono ancora in cinque a pestar giù duro sugli strumenti, visto la presenza del compianto chitarrista Jesse Pintado e dei sui dissonanti assoli.
Ventotto terremotanti brani per poco più di un'ora: i padrini del Grindcore dimostrano, se ancora ce ne fosse bisogno, di non aver rivali quando spingono sull'acceleratore come nella maggior parte delle canzoni che vanno a comporre questo live mostruoso a livello di intensità.
E' il basso tritatutto di Shane a dare il via alle ostilità: seguito subito dopo dalla batteria iper-velocizzata di Danny, dal growl abissale di Mark, dal lavoro imponente delle due chitarre del binomio Jesse - Mitch. "Lucid Fairytale" e "Take The Prison" hanno il compito di introdurci nel loro mondo: un muro sonoro spropositato, violentissimo che ti sega da subito in due.
Nemmeno il momento di respirare ed arriva "Suffer The Children" suonata con una veemenza ed una velocità ancora maggiore rispetto alla versione registrata in studio; tutto è finalizzato per far male, per triturare i timpani del pubblico. Con una qualità del suono nemmeno troppo curata: a loro non importa di tecnicismi e pulizia. Hanno ben altro in mente, riuscendoci in pieno.
Finalmente un attimo di breve tregua con la "commerciale (da prendere comunque con le dovute cautele) "Breed To Breathe"; ma è solo un'illusione perchè subito dopo si torna a livelli di ferocia con poche eguali in ambito estremo. Un trittico micidiale: "Scum", "Life", "The Kill" tratte dai loro primo disco composto sul finire degli anni ottanta. Una colata lavica dalle movenze pachidermiche da tanto possente e distruttrice.
Non può mancare "You Suffer"che dura esattamente DUE SECONDI (il tempo necessario a Barney per urlare "You Suffer - But Why?", mentre gli strumenti vengono violentati in egual maniera). Inutile spendere altre parole su questo brutale "ricamo".
Siamo alla fine con la cover dei Dead Kennedys "Nazi Punks Fuck Off" che mette i brividi anche soltanto per gli urli psicotici di Mitch che fanno da controcanto al growl di Mark. Una dimostrazione di forza, di coesione, di integrità che continua da più di trent'anni.
Questi sono i Napalm Death. Non ci sono vie di mezzo: prendere o passare oltre. Lascio a voi la decisione, io l'ho già presa.
Jesse Pintado (1969 - 2006): R.I.P. Amigos.
Ad Maiora.
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Lucid Fairytale (01:01)
Delude yourself with the notion
That life's viewed defiantly through your eye
Subconsciously following the flock
From which appearance is the only exemption
The stagnant illusion of change
Concealed behind your disguise
What's perspicious on the surface
Is artificial inside
When views are merely symbolic
Of an image you hide behind
The stagnant illusion of change
Concealed behind your disguise
04 Unchallenged Hate (02:00)
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"
05 Volume Of Neglect (03:18)
Mitch Harris, Jesse Pintado
Speculate freely
Begrudge me intensely
Lacking a conscience
Lacking intelligence
Lesser than nothing
Lower than everything
As you drain our vitality
to a mundane reality
A form of therapy
without compensation
A vague psychology
Free from obligation.
Intercept the negligence
Accept the consequence
Amongst Barbaria
Mass hysteria
Opposite in a sign to abide
when the future is ours to decide
We continue to watch and observe
Just to find out what purpose it serves
Paralysed ? A spectacle / for all to see
Hapiness within our grasp, but out of reach
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Devastate a silhouette ? Calm and serene
Abandon / a systematic insane routine
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Opposite in a sign to abide
when the future is ours to decide
We continue to watch and observe
Just to find out what purpose it serves
06 Narcoleptic (02:30)
In a dayz for days
Let normality blur the vision
Perseverance in trauma
I falter though I ought to take it in my stride
See the bitter narcoleptic
Sperma-downer - Narcoleptic
I'm bursting with intention
'til the cause hits the horizon
The buck's too hot to handle when it's there to be passed
See the bitter narcoleptic
Dead-eye, red-eyed narcoleptic
Constructn a weightless world to hold
Aloft my shoulders
Actions do speak louder than words
But inaction leaves me undisturbed
Free the embrace the finer trappings of a
Barely functioning being
Constructn a weightless world to hold
Aloft my shoulders
07 Hung (03:30)
Downwards, downwards-
Life's spiraling descent.
All love is lost.
Premature and unreasoning.
Perversely chained without any values.
Wretched, degraded.
Take it all on the chin.
To forever hold my piece.......
The reins turned noose pull taunt as I fall.
The figment is more painful than the fact,
And I'm the one to hang,
Just for being me!
The murky clouds wash,
Solace comforts me not,
And I'm the one to hang,
Just for being me!
Black numbing blanket smothers attrition
Once and for all.
08 From Enslavement To Obliteration (01:33)
Commited to a life of slavery
In the factories our own hands have built
Where we must work twice the graft
Before gaining the goods we've already slogged to create
To consume all things material
Stands above human compassion
As we compete with our fellow man
In the bid for a stronger position
In our ruthless search for prosperity
We become the tools of our own oppression
Forming the backbone of a society
That thrives on mass division
From enslavement
To obliteration.
09 Scum (02:41)
In your mind
Nothing but fear
You can't face life
Or believe death's near
A vision of life
On television screens
An existance created
From empty dreams
Hide behind T.V.
Hide behind life
You should be living
But you only survive
Life holds nothing
But pain and death
Don't look for love
There is none left
11 The Kill (00:27)
There's nothing left to gain
You have just been led
The kill, after death, the kill
The shit you were promised
Means nothing now you're dead
The kill, after death, the kill
13 Deceiver (00:41)
Becoming wary of your lies
Your disguise the truth belies
Only fooling yourself
Pretend to bite the hand that feeds
But you won't discard your security
The transparency of your fantasy
16 Mass Appeal Madness (03:13)
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.
18 Instinct Of Survival (01:51)
Advertise the product you make,
never give, but always take.
Kill and lie for security.
On supermarket shelves death to see.
Instinct of survival
Advertise the product you make,
never give and always take,
clingfilmed flesh and genocide,
contented life, while millions die.
Instinct of survival
The multinational corporation
takes its profits from the Starving Nations.
Indigenous people become their slaves
from their births into their graves.
The multinational corporation
takes its profits from the starving nations.
Another product for you to buy,
you'll keep paying, until you die.
19 Nazi Punks Fuck Off (01:19)
Punk ain't no religious cult,
punk means thinking for yourself.
You ain't hardcore 'cause you spike your hair,
when a jock still lives inside your head.
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Fuck off !
If you've come to fight, get outta here.
You ain't no better than the bouncers.
We ain't trying to be the police.
When you ape the cops, it ain't anarchy.
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Fuck off !
Ten guys jump one, what a man !
You fight each other, the police state wins.
Stab your backs when you trash our halls.
Trash a bank if you've got real balls.
You still think swastikas look cool.
The real nazis run your schools.
They're coaches, businessmen and cops.
In the real fourth reich, you'll be the first to go.
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Fuck off !
You'll be the first to go.
You'll be the first to go.
You'll be the first to go.
Unless you think.
21 Siege Of Power (03:31)
Siege of power
In your land
Too many problems
For you to understand
Siege of power
Inside your mind
Outward restrictions
To keep you in line
Siege of power - in your land
Too many problems - for you to understand
A slave of their power - you never question why
Your going to suffer - you're going to die
Siege of power - inside your mind
Outward restrictions - to keep you in line
You're a slave of their power - you never questioned why
You were made to suffer - you were born to die
Siege of power
They made you a tool
While others were ruling
You were being ruled
22 Next On The List (03:27)
Next on the list?
Such a smug parasite
Snug in the comfort zone
We stepped back and watched while you violated
our effects, our spirits, our souls
Opportunist scum, think you're so immune?
Opportunist scum, we yearn to see you removed.
Opportunist scum, truly spineless cunt.
Opportunist scum, basks in his loathsome glow.
Where once I was passive, I'm ready to snap.
A pound of flesh for those that you've taken
That smiling surround can't shield you forever
When it slips, we'll be there to fuck your world!
A slap in the face
A slap in the face
Don't turn your back, don't lower your guard
Or assume you're safe around fellow sharks
'cause when I catch that patronizing smirk
(It) strengthens my will to smash your worthless bulk
A slap in the face
A slap in the face
A slap in the face
Goodbye to logic for this necessary justice [x 2]
24 Suffer The Children (03:52)
Your unflappable conceptions
Moralistic views
Never open to criticism
Your overpowering ruse
Promises of sanctuary
In eternal bliss
With starry eyes and cash in hand
Pledge to all the master plan
Just face the truth or fund the farce
At one with your god
Your sole intent
Your treasured place assured
For a substantial rent
Global lunacy
Death threats for supposed blasphemy
No room for free thought
All non believers pushed to the floor
Aggressive tyrants
Supposed saints for the cause
Judgement through force
Faith a fuel for pointless wars
When all is done
Who shall benefit? Who is the one?
Not to those who pass on
But those dictators divine waving their deceitful wands.
25 Cleanse Impure (02:56)
Super-power - soup from bloated pyres.
Ultra-pristine - break off a nation, take a bite.
Covet me dearly,
shaft me completely,
cleanse me impure 'til the doctrine sticks.
Super-focused - fields of red to dredge.
Ultra-conscious - earmarked? devil? in your wake.
Covet me dearly,
shaft me completely,
cleanse me impure 'til the doctrine sticks.
Might is right to blight
in the just scheme of things.
Bombs for sludge for blood,
(generations) snuffed out on a whim.
Husk of a patriot.
Vapours of a soul blown off.
Husk of a patriot.
27 Breed To Breathe (02:58)
Divorced humanity
Science strays
Walk the path of servitude
Grown unknown malignant code
Misconceived the passion whole
Misconceived the passion whole
Born against the innocent
Amongst us issues preset
Determined goals which are set
Love: a crime of serverance
Are we free to feel!?
Do we hurt to heel!?
Whose life to steal!?
Whose life to steal!?
Awareness fails the public eye
Primate morals sell the lie
2,2 - symbolic bait
A process - bound genetic fate
The selfish feed - breed to breed
28 Vermin (02:18)
The rats on/ this earth/ have nothing on you
An insult/ to those which/ crawl the sewers
Devourer, plunderer, deceptor
Sniff out a/ scheme/ and leave the scraps behind
Voracious, insatiable? A nose attuned to greed
Devourer, plunderer, deceptor
Evade all traps
and come out gnashing, snarling, gnashing, snarling!
Disguises are many
Media pawn or man on the street
They'll scavenge your emotions
and leave you diseased
They'd steal a last possession
And smile as you concede
Devourer, plunderer, deceptor
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