Rigenerante, liberatoria, (sub)umana, purificazione musicale: si potrebbe così, tentare di sommariamente raffigurare l’attuale solido ed incrollabile Napalm Death, spietato, wall of sound.
Gli oramai semi-attempati Grindcorers per excellence, Napalm Death, variante 2005 (now quartetto, dopo la recente dipartita del Floridiano Jesse Pintado), deturpano efficacemente il pentagramma, con lo stesso immutato entusiasmo, la medesima autentica, rovinante, ferina, freschezza degli esordi: un lavoro estenuante, denso, dal "peso specifico" a tratti, se disabituati, sfibrante. Intensità sembra essere la parola d’ordine soggiacente i sedici feroci corrodenti frantumi acustici contenuti nell’urgente "Codice rosso": un vigore, ben inteso, non gravato sulla esclusiva iper-cineticità cardiopalmatica/batticarnea (lontani i tempi di "From Enslavement...") ben nota ai Napalm-aficionados (...and dislikers) di lunga data.
Belluinamente infischiandosene delle plurime falcidianti critiche Loro riservate fin dai primi, ultra-gutturali e caustici vagiti vinilici (la A-side di "Scum" risale oramai all’arcaico 1986) i teorici della "obliterazione da schiavizzamento", by-passato qualche precedente lascito vinilico (e digitale), di metà anni novanta, non propriamente contrassegnato dalla medesima urgenza espressiva dei vituperati esordi, da circa tre lavori a questa parte, sono riusciti a concretizzare un inaspettato quanto notevole processo rivitalizzatorio/sgrezzatorio, della nota formula, sguinzagliando today un platter ultra-hardcore (se non nella stretta formula espressiva, nella magmatica sostanza), quadrato, impetuoso ed impietoso, benché ferocemente fluente. "Silence is Deafening" vero e proprio paradigma intenzionale (più che concretamente confermato, a scanso di equivoci..), oltreché traccia proemiale, suggerisce neanche tanto figuratamente quanto verrà sviluppato (anche a livello testuale) in seno all’ultimo lascito dei Birmingham/Floridensi; riff spacca-montagne, voce brutal/corrottissima, velocità talvolta parossistiche quantunque "umanamente sopportabili", fino al "chorus" centrale: una sfiancante napalm-mosh/part di chiara sottostante proto-filiazione Sabbath/Celtic Frost-iana, mostruosamente "pesante" et rabbrividente (niente di nuovo sotto il sole ?: si conceda una "orecchiata", giusto per sentire l’effetto-che-fa...): da anni, in seno alla Napalm Death-machine (tale è la efficacia che verrebbe da supporre il tutto non sia eseguito da normali umanoidi), non si udiva una tale efferata, salvifica, sprigionata energia.
Mitch Harris (contrariamente a quanto si potesse sospettare), non sembra affatto risentire della monotitolarità attuale del corposo/incalzante riffing: paradossalmente la spessa, efferata, coltre chitarristica sembra aver guadagnato in stridore e freschezza.
In mezzo a cotanto coacervo di soavi suoni annotiamo la gradevole opportunità di poter auscultare il personale omaggio/lascito della "storica" screma/atoria, Dead kennedyana straniante ugola, Jello Biafra (emblema della musica indipendente nord-americana... e non solo), che restituisce, con proficui interessi, la napalm-cortesia accordata parecchi anni or sono (in seno alla compilazione "Virus 100" nella quale i"“nostri" tramortirono la arcinota "Nazi Punks Fuck Off" di Kennedyana-memoria) nobilitando a propria maniera, la falcidiante "The Great And The Good".
"Diplomatic Immunity" in neppure due miserrimi primi di esacerbante intensità, "Strading Purposefully Backwards", la lunga title-track o ancora la accidentata "All Hail The Grey Dawn" aboliscono, apparentemente in scioltezza e senza particolari dilemmi, cospicua parte della "fuffa" pseudo-musical/aggressiva coniata da intere legioni di novelli, "muscolosi", (fin troppo spesso) inconcludenti hc/metal-noisers dell’ultim’ora.
The Code Is Red… Long Live The Napalm.
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01 Silence Is Deafening (03:48)
Rant long and loud
Repeat 'til you're blue in the face
Ever get the feeling you're always on a losing streak?
Their silence is deafening
From the havens of thieves and kings
Empower those who serve to deflect suspicious minds
Action and answers as likely as a reversal of time
Their silence is deafening
From the retreats of tamed apologists
Their disdain is crippling
For those whose crises they have fixed
I am your untermensch -a trace of filth to be scraped off
A trace of filth to be scraped off
Yet when it's you who's in their debt
The strong-arm brings you to your knees
So much for progressive authority
A trace of filth to be scraped off
Power for the powerless - well, where?
Screaming at the wall to make more sense...
... I melt back into indifference
The silence is deafening
The silence is deafening
The silence is deafening
03 Diplomatic Immunity (01:45)
[Embury, Greenway]
... And so it comes to pass
With a shrug of the shoulders
A washing of the hands
It was war through lies on demand
Work to live to fund their egos
With bombs and shaky claims
Make the cowboy killer's day
Take one life and your's will cease
He'll take thousands (in the) name of "peace"
Selective memory and distorted words
The methods of the untouchable
Struts away and dusts off his gun
To cast more net on his "axis of evil"
Make the cowboy killer's cay
Prays on all your lethargy
Knows you'll turn the other cheek
05 Climate Controllers (03:06)
Excuses, excuses
Fabrications, smokescreens
Manacles - no recourse
Fabrications, smokescreens
Lower than the lowest
Lower than the lowest
Lower than the lowest
Maybe, just maybe, this New World Order
Is no concept for "freaks"
Straight, true, and divine
Straight, true, and divine
Straight, true, and divine
Maybe, just maybe, plans to rein us in
Have broken to the surface
Full fronal assault on your choice
(Your) choice to spurn the flag
Waves retribution awating those who dissent
Patriot - yes, it's an act
Fabrications, smokescreens
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
Maybe, just maybe, you're an obstruction
Blocking their assets
06 Instruments of Persuasion (02:59)
[Mitch Harris/Greenway]
A farce - so sincere
A farce - so austere
A farce - hartfelt pleas
A farce - shock and awe to force a retreat
Ten thousand corpses in the wake of his whims
Count many thousands more on the way to obedience
Duty - to uphold
Duty - to make bold
Duty - purity so skewed
Duty - break out the arms, don't spare the rod.
Ten thousand corpses in the wake of his whims
Waves and flashes smiles, with the gall of an unmarked man
Instruments of persuasion
Instruments of persuasion
Instruments of persuasion
Rallying calls to the wilfully blinkered
Hands on the heart and heads in the sand
Instruments of persuasion
Instruments of persuasion
Stand shoulder-to-shoulder and win the bonanza.
A sweetener from death to get back in the good books
Instruments of persuasion
Instruments of persuasion
07 The Great and the Good (04:10)
Stinking to the bowels of high heaven
Creeping to the giants of status
Guarding protection of interests - not you
Not you or anything that might be misconstrued (as help)
Marching through the ashes of conquests
Slapping the backs of the empire men
Selling our consent in the process - that's you
That is you and everything you'd be reduced to do
A pledge is a pledge
But only 'til it doesn't suit your friends
The art of double-talk
Adamant on what you really meant
A pledge is a pledge is a pledge is a pledge
For lesser, the poorer
Pluck out their eyes - they offend
"Dumb" animals can't precede the lucre in barbaric tests
Big noise says jump now
The chasm is never too high or wide
The corporate slow-killer
Punished with a lenient smile
A pledge is a pledge is a pledge is a pledge
The arrogance, the hand in hands of despotic freaks that defend
An oversight where human rights fall at the fence of "good trade"
Yes man? Always.
Drop the high and mighty facade
Do the dect thing
Consider mouthing one word of truth
Blow open the grand scheme
Yes man? Always. Yes man? Always. Yes man? Always
Drop the high and mighty facade
Do - the decent thing
Consider mouthing one word of truth
Blow open the grand scheme
A pledge is a pledge is a pledge is a pledge
The man in the bubble smiles - berates the condemned
Back to his crusade, fights off more cries of dissent.
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