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Si sentiva la mancanza di una recensione su "Death Church" degli anarcho-punx Rudimentary Peni. Una rece dedicata a "Cacophony" rende sì giustizia al menefreghismo che ha coperto la band, e che di solito copre tutte le valide formazioni, ma non poteva mancare una descrizione concernente uno dei capitoli più epidermici dei folli in questione.
"Death Church" viene pubblicato nel 1983 per l'indie label Corpus Christi. Non sono lontani i tempi della Crass Records ma, probabilmente, qualcosa è andato per il verso storto tra i musici-comunardi più famosi del rock e questi orrorifici psicopatici. Non posso aggiungere altro: non sono in possesso di biografie o interviste (cartacee come virtuali) in grado di esplicare dettagliatamente la storia del gruppo.
L'album dura trentadue minuti ed è composto da ventuno canzoni. Qualcosa non quadra? Se siete amanti della pop song da centottanta secondi, vi avverto già da ora, non troverete nulla di "quadrato" nelle note di "Death Church". Se, al contrario, amate la sperimentazione o la goliardia...accomodatevi senza problemi!
Punk, certo, ma anche deflagrazioni rock 'n' roll, un pizzico di noise e greve inquietudine dark. Qualcuno l'ha definito un disco "death rock" ma, personalmente, non vorrei usare a capocchia aggettivi che potrebbero rivelarsi dei veri e propri boomerang. Diciamo che se amate la follia di Pistols e Damned, pur condensata a livello cronometrico, e il cupo incedere di Joy Division e Christian Death, sembre condensati, questo è il disco che fa per voi. Ma ripeto: dovete prediligere le schegge alle canzoni e le urla al canto.
La voce di Nick Blinko, infatti, sembra un bastardo incrocio tra quella di John Lydon (PIL) e quella di David Tibet (Current 93). Infantile, schizoide e straziante.
"Death Church": una breve ma monolitica molotov lanciata contro il mondo dei media, delle corporations e dei vivisettori. C'è anche spazio per l'ironia e per divagazioni non-sense. Pazzesco. Eppure, nel suo grezzume, l'opera riesce a regalare perfino dei momenti epici. Ascoltatevi brani come "Radio Schizo" o "Army of Jesus" con la sua litania diabolica. Fondamentale. Per capire l'Anarcho Punk, l'Horror Punk e anche parte di quello che, in maniera generica, possiamo chiamare "Gothic Rock".
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02 Blissful Myth (01:48)
It's Escapist shit of a feeble kind
a fucked up institution for fucked up minds
holy Matrimony is a Blissful Myth
Wholly based on tradition, wholly based on bullshit
think you love each other, think youre so in touch
but its the shit institution you love so much
Is your caring so stifled so Perverted and Sick
That you need vowes and Duties so that it won't Slip?
You make your love secure but what of Respect?
Does it only exist as another truth to forget?
So your limited caring is the best you can give-
Smeared with lies and traditions behind which you live
Holy matrimony is a Blissful myth
Wholly based on tradition Wholly based on bullshit
03 The Psycho Squat (00:29)
Couldn't stand Dummy+Maddy no More
Thats why I had to go to the Psycho Squat,
Now the Fleas carry blood around my Body
The winning Spiel goes round and Round
The mass Debate Never ends.
04 Rotten to the Core (03:23)
Have you Realised that Rock Stars
Always seem to lie so much?
John Lydon once said he cared
But he never really gave a fuck
Said he'd use the money he made
So that people would have somewhere to go
But now he lives in the USA
and Snorts Coke after the Show.
Why is it that Rock Stars
Always seem to lie so much?
Joe Strummer once said he cared,
but he never really gave a fuck
Said he'd use the money he made
To set up a radio station to make the
Airwaves full of something more than Shit
Have you noticed we're still Waiting?
You must realise that Rock Stars
Always seem to lie so much
Some will always tell you that they care,
But they don't really give a fuck,
Still you suckers don't ever learn
That rock stars deal in money not truth
It's good Buisiness to exploit you
Just look at Lydon or Strummer for Proof.
05 Poppycock (00:35)
Poppies are the Opium of the People
You prefer poppies to people
You take pride in Genocide
There are no poppies in the USA
There are no poppies in the USSR
Poppy monopoly in the UK
Poppy Monopoly O.K.
Poppies are the opium of the People.
07 The Cloud Song (02:36)
The Black Cloud gathers smothers my Brain
As i cry another tear in this struggle of Pain
Another hurdle to clear is it all the same
Is the conquest of pain my only Aim?
The Pain has got to Stop, it's eating into me,
My apathy upholds this misery,
this hatred for myself will Destroy me
If i don't to give it the love it needs
Have you ever realised you must love Yourself
if you don't than can you love anybody else?
Nobody can reach you through your personal hell
Youll just eat yourself away in your tourtured shell.
08 Vampire State Building (01:06)
What's that festering Grotesque
Over there in a
Wheelchair, Wheelchair
Stifled in a Straitjacket
Self inflicted Safety pin Wounds, wounds, wounds
is it Punkoid? Devoid? Schizoid? Mumbling?
Vampire state building is crumbling Crumbling Crumbling.
09 Blasphemy Squad (01:16)
blasphemy squad, thriving on hate, in the warfare state, like piss in a pod. -ch- never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope. death love god squad + the babies of christ, pin you all down, in their burial mound. -ch- never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope. no need to feed, from corpus christi, no need to cower, inside you's the power. -ch-never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope. hairy white mouse + the rubber arch bish, the crazed entourage, their immoral barrage, they censored this line with a brick through my head, washed my mouth out with pope.
10 When You Are a Martian Church (01:11)
when you are a martian church, when the dust has settled, + you're born again, maybe as a martian church, maybe then you'll see, that your reality, was squashed into banality, when you are a martian church.
11 Pig in a Blanket (02:34)
i tell you about the animals- how they suffer how they die, you try to hide guilty doubt- from me with an appeasing smile, you never want responsibility- for this murderous cruelty, the wasteful piles of blood-soaked bodies - you won't let your conscience see. ask yourself what makes you want this- torn ripped flesh so desperately, are you worthy of having this suffering- brought about to fuel your greed??? not satisfied with killing animals- you're killing millions of people as well, as the numbers increase of those dying- in your man made 3rd world hell. millions dying all the time- locked in your abbatoir of greed, whilst you destroy them + yourself- by taking much more than you need, there is no justice in this death- no illusion i'll let you hide behind, the tradition you use to hide animal murder- is nothing but a thin disguise.
12 Inside (01:23)
no longer want to listen to your insane lies, or call for the blood of those who've died, or lust for the tears of another to be cried, no longer want to suffer this pain inside. no longer feel the need to crush all in sight, or play any part in a cruel + bitter fight, to maintain a blood stained curse of pride, no longer want to suffer this pain inside. no longer want to suffer this pain inside.
15 Slimy Member (00:56)
grind your bones to make their bombs. nothing so slimy as a member, or obscene as the prime cut, the real chaos merchant, severed head of state. masters of disasters. with jingo + jargon, juggling with our jugulers, the iron lady cried, the people came to see, the rust blow down the street, morbid crowd.
16 Love is Not (02:03)
love is not your parents lies, it's a myth that they create, true expression you're denied, in their "love" it has no place, love is not your parents lies, do they really care for you? why then must they hide behind, duty + guilt that smothers you. love is not your parents lies, strung up by hostility, never doubt that they're so kind, it's a sordid parody, love is not your parents lies, blackmail keeps you in your place, you can struggle you can try, but they won't see your real face. love is not your parents lies, but you dare not face this fact, their pretence at paradise, keeps you down + holds you back, love is not your parents lies, smash the myth of unquestioned love, it's a role they hide behind, dumb pretence is not enough.
18 Happy Farm (01:23)
as you walk out of the valium of death, a sad feeling limps around your brain, funny farmers sowing seeds of discontent, pumping nerve gas around unfeeling veins, war junkies perish in the wreckage, of their brains, mindward earthlings seek to change our path, stench crawling over the snow, bilious bodies terrorized by fastfood sugar demons, unhappy nuclear bomb-doubt families, meltdown in the melting tin pot boilers, another crutch splinters + snaps, time to heal the split atoms now, happy farm.
20 Army of Jesus (02:09)
v stone the crows + fuck the pigs + pass the ammunition to jesus- the holy ghost in mohawk hair has crept in every fucking where, ten tons of the babes foreskin + fifty-thousand skeletons of jesus. army of jesus. tho' the world ate all your shits they're still allowed to starve the turin shroud can't cover up your evil-smelling cloud deliver us from jesus, forever + ever, bloody men.
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