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Piove, piove, piove da qualche giorno qui in Ossola; dovevo salire ad oltre 2000 metri di quota quest'oggi per la festa di apertura di un noto bivacco. Ma la neve è scesa ancora abbondante ed il tutto è stato rinviato. E la mia angoscia, la mia paranoia ha raggiunto livelli esplosivi...
Come sempre mi ci vuole il Grindcore-Death Metal per cercare quella pacifica quiete interiore. E' così da decenni, mi conosco.
Sono solo in casa; le mie donne sono in giro per centri commerciali. Orripilanti posti che non fanno per me.
L'orripilante Musica dei Napalm Death fa al caso mio quest'oggi.
In attesa del nuovo album che dovrebbe uscire entro la fine del 2019; troppi quattro anni di attesa dall'ultimo lavoro in studio.
Mi conforta una loro raccolta, una compilation (mi viene da ridere ad usare la parola compilation nei riguardi dei padrini e padroni del Grindcore) uscita nel 2016 per la Earache Records. Ho tutto dei Napalm: album, live, Ep, sette pollici, singoli, raccolte varie. Per un totale, tra cd e vinili, che ha ormai superato la trentina di pezzi.
Un amore viscerale il mio, maschio, repellente...
Si parte con Scum del 1987 e si arriva, con un percorso circolare, con il SECONDO (come durata) di You Suffer.
Tutta la carriera, uscita per l'etichetta Earache, viene scandagliata, sezionata: dal Grindcore, al Death Metal, alla sbandata industriale del 1994 fino agli ultimi epilettici e tiratissimi episodi in una forma spropositata e velocissima di Hardcore-Crust.
Siege of Power, Suffer the Children, The Kill, Nazi Punks Fuck Off (cover dei Dead Kennedys sempre doveroso citarli), Mentally Murdered, Plague Rages, I Abstain...
70 minuti scarsi per 25 (s)brani.
Ma ora mi devo fermare...stanno rientrando le mie donne. Devo spegnere lo stereo od almeno cambiar Musica.
Proverò con i Depeche Mode che Elisa sta iniziando ad apprezzare!!!...WALKING IN MY SHOES...
...I Suffer But WHY...
Diabolos Rising 666.
P.S. : scritta in dieci minuti...e si vede...questa pagina fa schifo...
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Scum (02:37)
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
02 Unchallenged Hate (02:07)
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"
03 Siege Of Power (03:57)
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
04 Mentally Murdered (02:13)
Your aspirations, unable to stretch,
Beyond the barriers of what's expected,
As the free thought you were born with
Becomes externally polluted.
Lose sight of your ideals
In their brainwashing institutions,
Predetermine your values
To befit your substandard existence...
Discouraging creativity,
To aim for empty ambitions.
Living up to others expectations.
Takes hold of your assiduity.
Mentally murdered!
Always up to the mark,
Set the wheels in motion,
A fake sense of security
From your invariable position.
Sinking in the crowd,
A face minus expression.
A mouth that echoes words,
Recycled from tradition.
Your only contentness
Is in living a lie.
Mentally murdered!
Do you possess the strength
To re-create your own life?
05 Judicial Slime (02:38)
Taste me,
You made me what I am,
Mind polluting worthless fuck.
Am I the mental feast,
Bruised and scarred,
The underdog.
A pawn within a losers game,
My strength will grow upon your fear.
Slime,
In time you'll face your end line.
Judge me not before yourself.
Breed,
Take my pride - that's all you can.
Hatred surges burning me.
Feed,
For what atonement do you seek,
Your dying grasp of loyalty breaks like brittle bones.
Forgotten past,
I stand condemned,
For I am more powerful than you'd imagine.
07 If The Truth Be Known (04:11)
Your self-determined place of value
Think before you act!
Can you justifiably criticise
A situations development
Sometimes there's only a single path
Which we have to walk
You realise before you even speak
That we're standing in a one-way street
Why should we retreat? - To satisfy your gain?
Think hard - tell me
What's your actual thoughts?
Could you even give your brain the time of day?
I'm not defending things I've said or done
But let he without sin
Cast the first begrudging stone
I the truth be known
Your desire to judge unchallenged
And revel in the according attention
08 From Enslavement To Obliteration (01:36)
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 Social Sterility (01:03)
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
10 Plague Rages (03:51)
Scale the inferno, take it all in
Am I right or wrong, or just confused?
Glamorized, dare I say it?
Fantasized, but through who's eyes?
Not theirs, that's for sure!
Rebuff beliefs that we've lost.
A plague rages in all our hearts.
Am I the last in line?
To stop and turn, and pretend that we're really changing.
I'd sooner DIE!...........
12 Suffer The Children (04:21)
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.
13 I Abstain (03:31)
I abstain!
Summon my pride? What pride lies behind blinkered eyes?
Your vigilance is shit!
"The lads together" - you'll fall!
Smug complacency, notions of reserving the right to think with your fists.
I abstain from this mundane apathy.
Committed to "all for red, white and blue" in effect you're fighting
for what's really fighting you.
"Grit those teeth, push out those chests" tears only for the flag.
Always the brave patriot as you slip to second class.
But you stand steadyfast?
People are not subjects, why should the few get more respect?
Open your eyes!
Imperialism feeds off you, not patrons but patronized.
Open your eyes!
They're shaping you - you're trapped with "pomp and circumstance"
Lose your discretion.
Soon, you'll not fall from grace endorse their rhetoric you fade,
they prosper.
They're shaping you - you're trapped with "pomp and circumstance"
Lose your discretion.
Soon, you'll not fall from grace endorse their rhetoric you fade,
they prosper.
I abstain!
Don't be a colonial slave.
Don't substantiate the act.
14 Lowpoint (03:16)
Banish the emotion
Severing the ties
Mutual aggressions
Multiply unwind
Reason lost is reason gained
Reluctance seeping through the rage
Acceptance changing on all fronts
Phase me out... I've reached my lowpoint
Tarnished with the notion
Voids in which we hide
Excuse pales from pressure
Desperate thoughts collide
Confessions, protection - the facts distort
Frenetic, eccentric - acts are caught
Phase me out
Relentless, contagion - a single choice
Dissecting, mutating - the single voice
15 Lucid Fairytale (01:03)
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
20 Breed To Breathe (03:15)
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
21 The Kill (00:22)
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
23 Hung (03:49)
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.
25 Unfit Earth (05:03)
Looking from outside inwards
A view to dumbfound the most outspoken minds
Silent screams from an unfit Earth
Battered and bruised with nowhere to hide
Disasters man made and natural
Gradually pushing to absolute imbalance
On the scales of survival
Soon to tip in favour if extinction
An unrelenting dioxin cloud
Propelled to dispel our oxygen
Slowly seizing up our lungs
And choking the ground we depend upon
Silent screams from an unfit Earth
Battered and bruised with nowhere to hide
Transforming aquatic inhabitance
Overcome by cocktails of sludge and chemicals
Interfering with life on which so many rely
Then dumping our shit to economise
Wanton destruction
Environment in regression
All reverse into decline
Kiss this unfit goodbye
Silent screams from an unfit Earth
A future of provocation with nowhere to go
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