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Anno Domini 1991.
Mentre "Nevermind" dei Nirvana attraversa l'etere di tutto il mondo portando il rock mainstream ad un livello quantomeno meno imbecille rispetto all'hair metal imbarazzante dello stesso periodo, il leggendario trio post-industriale underground dei "Cuccioli Malnutriti", capitanato dal carismatico quanto nevrotico Nivek Ogre (aka Kevin Ogilvie) ed accompagnato da cEvin Key (aka Kevin Crompton) e dal compianto e sottovalutatissimo Dwayne Goettel, con al banco del mixer il leggendario Dave "Rave" Ogilvie, dà alla luce un capolavoro, forse IL capolavoro degli Skinny Puppy, su tutti i fronti, ovvero il full lenght chiamato "Last Rights".
Disco creato con l'intera "Family" dei Puppy in balìa delle droghe pesanti (Goettel ed Ogre in primis erano sostenitori dell'eroina, e purtroppo il povero e talentuoso Dwayne sarà la causa ufficiale dello scioglimento all'uscita di "The Process", album dei Puppy uscito nel '96, dato che morirà di overdose nell'agosto del '95), detestandosi l'un l'altro per tutto il tempo del disco, tra urla, dimissioni dalla band ritirate dopo un'ora, ed esaurimenti nervosi reali accaduti durante la registrazione del platter, questo "Last Rights" rappresenta paradossalmente il picco massimo di unità, creatività ed integrità artistico/musicale del trio.
Poco o niente hanno a che fare i Puppy di oggi (una versione light senza buon songwriting degli OhGr, imbastardita dall'onnipresente control freak che cEvin Key é diventato) rispetto ai Puppy sicuramente più ostici ma cento volte più intriganti di questo disco di ben 21 anni fa, che ancora oggi risulta all'avanguardia: pattern ritmici pesanti ma in costante variazione tra batteria reale ed un arsenale di basslines sintetiche e drum machines da parte di Key, un inferno di samples schizofrenici, spezzoni di film e melodie malsane di Goettel, delle liriche a metà strada tra il visionario ed il cut-up di natura Burroughsiana sputate fuori dalla voce rauca e devastata di Ogre, questo disco é un'enorme dramma personale dei tre e delle loro vite messo in musica.
Si parte già da un'atmosfera malsana con la inquietante "Love In Vein" dove la voce di Ogre urla senza ritegno, distorta o meno, fa venire i brividi, la musica si evolve per accartocciarsi nella riflessività della bellissima "Killing Game", per poi esplodere con episodi così violenti da non aver senso logico per noi che ascoltiamo magari da seduti o cerchiamo di ballare musica che non vuole farci ballare, ma soltanto stenderci a terra e possibilmente prenderci a calci nei denti: "Knowhere?" e "Scrapyard" i due esempi di assalto sonoro al calore bianco senza senso, come se i suddetti malnutriti cagnolini soffrissero di idrofobia, ci regalano una hit come "Inquisition" ed un momento riflessivo quale "Riverz End", per implodere completamente con la lunga e pericolosissima suite di rumori elettroacustici creati ad arte di "Download", nome di un progetto che Goettel e Key fonderanno assieme a Mark Spybey dei Dead Voices On Air e Genesis P-Orridge (fondamentali i primi dischi con Goettel in formazione, fino a "The Eyes Of Stanley Pain"), l'intero disco é uno degli apici incontrastati in assoluto se si deve parlare di musica elettronica di qualità altissima sotto ogni punto di vista (anche la grafica, curata in maniera particolare, risulta una sorta di complesso puzzle in cui immergersi durante l'ascolto).
E' un peccato per il sottoscritto che i Puppy siano tornati a riesumare senza Goettel la loro band, creando dischi di buona fattura, ma di fatto, sempre con quel triste vuoto lasciato dalla mancanza di uno dei tre, che ha definitivamente abbassato gli standard di una band altrimenti inarrivabile, grazie proprio a quella formazione.
Disco storico, non fatevelo scappare.
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01 Love in Vein (05:35)
Dreams not waking creeping down inside the quiet urns
listen to the sound crashing down crashing into it
the needle is warm in the arm throat burns illusion pain pain pain
walk out in the street see the vacant eyes dreaming of the dream unbroken economic
repression plays a part i wonder what im going through ....pain..... wasted away island
body on a darkened see to avoid chattering taped tape taping human muttering warning
flicker lights the candle burnsinside..... a pain that never dies crawls up the back and
waits for the lies tall climb edges edges exhausts no night climbing higher ......
crawls wicked wire cut throat explodes singing of the the vein no desire .........great
fate...... human heart explodes attacking pointed sticks in sores the arms wheres the
warning warning shot the lights out wheres the warning ........ needle is warm in the
arm travels to the heart human heart flags the blood ........ a halo of fire scarring
made of flame the flower flavor find its worth calls the tripping strings supporting the
game of life ......the pain...... broken chair that horror tray of fear wheres the
warning warning killing me .......aking human heart except my patience is giving up on
me....... river of track mark volcano upon the arm open sores allowing ants to crawl in
and i wonder if i missed the warning missed the warning casting away varnish crack ants
symbolize decay missed the warning missed the vein reaching out crying for where is the
warning .......heart exploding human heart attack.
02 Killing Game (03:49)
Fallen angel head crashes dead out of control
Lost memories staircase twists
Darker rooms lit with left out toys
After playing mean changes toys into tools
Twisted playthings on the staircase fools
Fools weapons represents the killing game
Who taught the killing game
Who taught the killing game
Awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tap tap temple door
Locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go
Quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds
Blinds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary
Padded walls not quiet storm's fury burnt out killing time
Who taught the killing game
Time's taught the killing game herself
No I taught the killing game first
Passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide
No one view window
Pushing faces through shards cold glass poke bloody holes exposed
I taught the killing game first
I taught the killing game first
Tongue lash spewing red tortured animals wake up time
Beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden
Strange no stronger feeling
Tempting motion slows to a crawl
Places his own foot in its own trap
Let go the springs snap shut
Crazy sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death
I taught the killing game
I taught the killing game first
I taught I taught I taught the game first
03 Knowhere? (04:19)
a leech passing unseen
kicked in mouth firm will prove sex slave
all encomapsses high gets you by
broken glass in a crystal blown problem room
and one day you will have no one to run to
self- self satisfier burns the genitals down no sensation
promise your heart to the [?slut who last slept?] in your bed
in her head
in your head
in my head
in my head
where it must have some reason
in my head
in all I said
in his head
all I said
all I said
[???]
[layered in the background throught the rest of the track ogre repeats: nowhere to run to]
one of two looks back wonder which is real
and the naked arm that heals the jaw
you will see the truth so what
your gift is misused your gift is misused
your gift your gift is a curse of it all
[???...curse when did this moon call underlaying towards the door underlaying ???...]
when it is done you will have no one to run to
no one to run to
04 Mirror Saw (03:49)
[whispered]: Whirlwind blow blowing in ??? the ??? message ensured
park within car passes terminal empty
cracks started showing through unlisted mystery
a dead child was thrown through a window
wind opens windows
whirlwinds carry promises truth
will unleash us little dogs
bite flesh biting exposing freezing the soul
whirlwind blowing through the soul
guilt crashes ceiling now fantasies gone ages ago
messed up guilt crashes through the privacy gone ages ago
??? chest freezes hands pale lighter frozen paintings illumination gone (not wrong)
??? chest
sides heaving chest boxed in I will find the real you
writer hand in smokes (thieves/speaks?) my treasures (hand?)
I write a note tossed aside
tossed aside word shines through a powder baby the real you
love shines through a powder feeds the real you
love shines through a powder feel the real you
love shines through a powder final curtain what's become of me and you
05 Inquisition (05:17)
blatant manner speak parting bonding cement no longer holds
parting [lips?] too young to grow old
addicted romance love tested [feeling?/ailing?/healing?] from substance abuse
wicked resenting never faces itself
torturer taints animal waits
no evironment torturer loving
[???*]
righteous real realtime intrusion
fears filtered for reasons unknown
cancer attack leaching desserts so sweet
leaves bitter taste in her mouth forever
torturer taints animal waits
corners creeping fear
tasting force fed lies of the wicked
acting out fears false truths turned around
wicked torture wicked wicked
the wicked words of the torturer
abusing and controlling anyone thats useful to him
wicked waiting of the torturer
wicked waits the torturer
[???]*
reads story truth seething
believed poison eaten swallows turning away
torturer taints animal with hate
enlightenment turned away
no change the wicked not facing himself
controls turning away
wicked torturer
force fed torment
animal torture
torturer turning away
wicked torturer
wicked not facing himself
wicked turning away
wicked turning away
turning away disappears from himself
tortures the animal
(tortures the animal)
*Slowed down vocal
06 Scrapyard (03:52)
“I'm a skate- I'm a skate-…�?
One must believe in
Alter their image
Turn against ripping poles
In a tatter you shivered cold
No longer feeling
“this is my s-“
Accosted raising funds
from the son of time
Crawls to the corner
I want face and mind
One thing I look
Up at you leaks from the head
Nothing sheets plug (???) Dread
Leave it alone
Best left unsaid
Words
Misused
There's tension
to destroy
Die infernal demon
Presenting
Nervous nails
(never deliver them?)
(raising matters?)
(why don't we?)
(don't let it?)
Torture myself
[whispered: tortures himself]
Please believe
Dirty daylight
Expression reveals
Best left unsaid
Cold and indifferent
Otherwise
Adjust the attitude
That the compass
Can confuse
Wherever shackle
Looks for refuge
Wherever falls the stone
Best left unsaid
this is (going by?) Oh, we all had to be addicted to one thing or another
09 Circustance (04:37)
[whispering:…?Never trusted?…]
(Kaiser?/Crazy?)
(Black time?)
I looked upon the circus in the sky
(…steaming?) colorized ceiling paranoia
Make it go away
Make it go away
(unclean?)
They're for use
Until tirade is used
Four ring
Four crap-hole
Listen to the circus
Listen now
Make it go away
Violent (teases/Jesus?) wet in mouth
Repromoting ecstasy escape
No self respected
Lies desperate
Lies pattern
Lies inside
Lies pattern
Lies inside
Lies pattern
Lies inside
(So let's spew?)
Set it in
Let 'em know how it feels
In gaping hole holding
Head explode
Cream drip bucket
Oversold
Washes dirt
Washing lies
Blaming cunt
Who won't realize
Tackle this reaper
Breeze rocking
Burning paper
(???)
pattern word
pattern lies
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