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A differenza di molti illustri colleghi, i Napalm Death sono sempre riusciti a dare un senso concreto, tangibile e politicamente scorretto alla violenza sonora e visiva che da sempre li accompagna. Tutto ciò a costo di essere declassati - da certa critica snob-che-più-snob-non-si-può - a "gruppo hardcore", o banalmente "punk estremista".
Mai semplificazione fu più errata: è vero, non si tratta di una band death-metal in senso stretto, in quanto lo stile musicale è "semplificato" rispetto alle "pugnalate sonore", piene di iper-tecnicismi, di Morbid Angel e compagnia. Ma questo non può essere un difetto, semmai è una scelta stilistica ben precisa. Qui, infatti, più che la desolazione, la pesantezza sonora fine a se stessa, la carica emotiva oscura, gli assoli dissonanti, le melodie disturbanti, si ha una tendenza quasi a razionalizzare, a colpire nel segno, senza divagazioni superflue. Con il pessimismo più sincero che si possa dimostrare, ed una perizia tecnica non indifferente. I nostri, in sostanza, riconducono AL death l'attitudine disillusa - e realistica - di gruppi come i Dead Kennedies, cui si rifanno esplicitamente.
Questo disco, a differenza del pazzesco "From Enslavement to Obliteration", si caratterizza per una "pulizia" sonora, una produzione molto curata, ed una fase compositiva non studiatissima, ma comunque superba. Per loro è più importante il significato di un testo, o l'impatto complessivo del brano, piuttosto che la ricercatezza e la sperimentazione. Notevoli "Idiosyncratic", in particolare "I Abstain", in cui si registra una delle migliori "vocular armageddon" di Mark Greenway, accompagnato da un tappeto sonoro pesantissimo, crudo, iperveloce: perfetto, in una parola. Senza dimenticare la ferocissima "Christening Of The Blind", e pezzi meno "immediati" come "The World Keeps Turning", o "Judicial Slime" (in cui sono evidenti le origini punk-rock della band).
Si dimostra qui che possedere un buon livello tecnico non significa buttarsi necessariamente nelle meraviglie del jazz-metal o nel cinismo dei guitar-heroes, ma si può far convivere "serenamente" (passatemi il termine) un aspetto razionale ed uno caotico. "Contemptuous", tra l'altro, è la dimostrazione di come i nostri riescano perfettamente a suonare anche pezzi più rallentati, direi quasi doom, come ulteriore prova di bravura e capacità compositiva.
Si esce, finalmente, dalla monotonicità - gradita ad alcuni - dei lavori precedenti, con dimostrazione ampia di padronanza degli strumenti, predilizione per un sound "grezzo" frammisto a cambi di tempo sempre dosati correttamente. Le composizioni sono sempre con il marchio di fabbrica ND, cioè al fulmicotone, incredibilmente veloci e brutali: l'anello di congiunzione definitivo tra metal e punk. Due generi inconciliabili, secondo offuscate definizioni "accademiche" (e molti metallari "puristi"): tesi smontata prontamente da dischi del genere.
Mark "Barney" Greenway - Vocular Armageddon
Jesse Pintado - Dissonant Distorted Delirium No. 1
Mitch Harris - Dissonant Distorted Delirium No. 2
Shane Embury - Sub-end Vexation
Danny Herrera - Hyper Cans
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 I Abstain (03:30)
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.
03 Dementia Access (02:27)
Prolonged exposure,
In a world where I try to belong.
- I TRY TO BELONG. -
Character cessation,
On a major scale of depression.
Declining sense of fear, a fear that is growing,
That some divine treason is making me feel.... - like nothing. -
Dementia access, - DEMENTIA ACCESS -
Wide awake as I await sentence,
Resisting to be forced access.
Dementia access, - DEMENTIA ACCESS -
My immunity lenses every day,
I hope salvation relieves my disdain.
07 Aryanisms (03:08)
Put it on yourself to be, a role model, an image, that you feel, =
should guide the habits, to form a movement of self - infatuated =
fools.
Keeping "each to their own", where social bonding is taboo.
Keeping "each to their own", where social bonding is taboo.
Is it nice to be a clone in your interpetration of a perfect world?
Where all desire to consort is perceived as contagious disease.
Keeping "each to their own", where social bonding is taboo.
Keeping "each to their own", where social bonding is taboo.
Challenge your sordid claims to purify!
You distinction threatened? - absurd!!
Your wage crusades of loathing to prove a point - the need for =
divine,
How can the thought of unbounded relations kindle so much hate - =
outcast!!!
Get your kicks through persecution.
Used as scapegoats for your exterior doubts.
Exposing weakness - retarded, unworthy.
I cannot begin to comprehend how you wear such shame with vigor - =
Homophobic, race antagonist.
Harmony can only flourish with mutual regard.
09 Judicial Slime (02:36)
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.
10 Distorting the Medium (01:58)
Saturating, pre-assuming icon of the youth,
Ways and means to call the shots,
Fingers in the pies which resign us from vacant urges,
Facing the bombardment - no escape!
Stick your intentions!
Parade of puppets
Stickly sweet - you stink of vulgarity!
Sacrifice the faculties,
All you've achieved is synthetic scenes.
Next step is to gain approval from those who ignore,
Those who recognise the charade,
To fabricate alternatives designed to be expensive
In hand with the regular facade.
Acquire acclaim with plastic actions,
Sickly sweet - you stink of vulgarity!
Sacrifice the faculties,
All you've achieved is synthetic scenes.
Fit into the clich�,
A legend in your own brain.
Bigoted, motivated only for prestige.
A mask for your inadequacy.
Preshaping to what's required for slick commerciality.
Censored for subversion,
Redundant machine.
Don't let them mould your identity.
12 Upward and Uninterested (01:56)
Got to grab all while you can - a perversion!
Once you had the gall to even up the score,
Moving in common circles,
Where the circles stood for human bonds.
The tide has turned, allegiance tested.
Upward and uninterested.
Beforehand, adamant and strong,
Prosperity could not transform,
Snort the drug, gather the assets,
Step on the head of the drowning man.
The tide has turned, allegiance tested.
Upward and uninterested.
Hailed a saviour as enterprise succeeds,
Your obsession overrides.
Where once you fought to stop the trap enclosing,
Now you lay the bait.
Speculate, capitalize.
Words that distort to promote financial genocide.
Ideals for trade, respect invested.
Upward and uninterested.
Got to grab all while you can - a perversion!
13 Exile (01:57)
Pushed, promoted, justified?
Perhaps not guaranteed.
Reassuring cash transfer providing leads,
Media profile - fallacies we need?
I think not!
Labels breed the money making rock machines.
Broadening mind, eyes blind.
Criticism for the masses - or for themselves?
Progression of procession?
Do opinions count or do they mount?
The piles of shit,
(That the) alternative press delights us with.
Critique elite - ill informed.
No wrong can be done, depending on the trend at times to be untrendy.
Unexpired exile,
Reluctantly we all indulge their tasteful hype.
15 Contemptuous (04:20)
Sadness,
despair.
Sometimes
the things I cherish,
Sometimes
that's all I've got,
And that's enough.
Bitterness,
anger.
Man made torture,
Not to be shared.
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