Ritorno nelle macerie di un passato mai spento, riprendo in mano il solito veleno, una mistura radioattiva che tramortisce i sensi, intensifica il dolore interiore, spegne le speranze. Un travagliato trascorrere di giorni inutili, consumati nell’anonimato di una sofferenza sempre presente, insistente, devastante, corrosiva.
Il declino dell’anima e della voglia di vivere ben si sposa con questo dischetto uscito ormai nel lontano 1995, ri-assemblato con grande maestria dal superbo Rave, manipolatore elettronico dall’indubbio talento tecnico. Ritorno con un morbo antico che continua ad assillare e a consumare le mie giornate agonizzanti, perse nel buio di una realtà senza forma, insipida, ispida e violenta, fottutamente molesta e priva di cali di tensione.

The Process rappresenta l’ultimo grido malsano dell’epopea puppyana, quella plasmata dalle malate intuizioni industrial/tecnologiche del genio sregolato qual era Dwayne Goettel, un collante perfetto tra la minuziosa perizia tecnica del polistrumentista Cevin Key e le visioni apocalittiche del cantante Nivek Ogre, denunce pessimistiche di una realtà crudele che sembrano voler decretare l’inevitabile declino del genere umano.
Quest’album esce miracolosamente dalle ceneri di una band ormai allo sfascio, minata da incompatibilità interne e irrimediabilmente recisa dalla morte per overdose di Dwayne. Il cucciolo malnutrito si perde ancora una volta nelle fosche lande dell’angoscia, pervaso da un insistente sentore di pericolo cercando disperatamente un posto sicuro dove poter esalare finalmente in pace, il suo ultimo respiro. Jahya è un tremebondo accavallarsi di corpi scarnificati, putrefatti, devastati da micidiali scariche elettriche, disorientanti avvicendamenti di suoni elettronici impazziti, chitarre metal in primo piano a scandire il maligno sermone recitato da un’abominevole voce che sembra provenire dall’oltretomba. Classico inizio in puro stile Skinny Puppy che sembra seguire le solite coordinate di una musica spiazzante e senza un chiaro filo logico, ma questa volta la storia è diversa, le canzoni sono ben definite, il risultato è meno ostico del previsto. Death rivela subito i nuovi cambiamenti, le collaborazioni di Ogre con Revolting Cocks e Ministry si fanno prepotentemente sentire, chitarre metal che costantemente si accoppiano con i ritmi marziali dell’ebm, atmosfere dark da scenario post atomico.

Ed ecco che arriva quello che non ti aspetti, Candle una sorta di ballata per i sopravvissuti all’olocausto nucleare, per la prima volta in oltre dieci anni di attività si sente la voce di Nivek pulita, senza distorsore, melodica e quasi intimistica nelle strofe, esasperata nei ritornelli, sostenuta in apertura da chitarra acustica, archi funerei che degenerarano poi nei soliti delirii techno cibernetici.
Tutta l’opera si muove su queste traiettorie, sintesi perfetta di una strabiliante carriera, testamento finale di una delle più influenti band elettroniche degli ultimi vent’anni.
Nel 2004 però il ritorno alle scene con i due superstiti Nivek e Cevin per un album discreto, professionale, accessibile, danzereccio e ricco di motivetti orecchiabili, una nuova veste insomma che potrà piacere anche a chi non ama queste sonorità orrorifiche, lontano anni luce dall’ineguagliabile creatività bizzarra dei lavori precedenti.

Elenco tracce testi e samples

01   Jahya (03:34)

02   Death (03:56)

holding his hands dream the whole week radiance hissing rodent speak elective evil once
started shot struck home so it goes inches towards flattened back on all fours drawn and
racked doesn't mean a thing nature perverts itself so it goes so what the hell let it
grow regret so full of haste coming clear piss in blood no one should ever have to cut
assemble resembled played out wording disturbing quiet saying relaying a message raising
cain's revenge got a few no fucking whacked house of cards dealing smack crimson
scolding driving told im never holding one thing back credit full of nothing slither
here one thing back licking dogs no hook no song feeling high fantasize wonder why suck
them dry choppy waves take a dive crash enable disabled effect not carried no power in
quiet playing resaying never more never again distort the monomaniac delivering the blow
core rotten bone distort the monomaniac black mass held upon the radio doesn't mean a
thing be it what or ever could doesn't mean a thing sinister creation doesn't mean a
thing evocation of the dead moses forbidding it doesn't mean a thing worm like ticking
art worth shit we play upon the things we fear the smell is foul where does it fit screw
yourself go screw yourself no one should ever have to how do you sleep when its still
alive never to deep take a look inside

03   Candle (04:58)

here falls now undone looks beyond the credits sum livid fractures less of fate the
whisper winds blow the seed of hate disturbed society dogs my turn with no values intend
to raise ability tried and tested pointless view gods got security hands like snakes sow
the seeds raise all negative force-fed traces poisons all impure profane the haunted
heaven jeering leapt into the pit of calamity a mean condition no wealth dents
provisions for a time unknown thelemic gestures all planned and hatched in seasons of
dissolute pain cried afflicted and infected oblige the systems perfect dream distorted
my words assume all that is programmed before and somewhat left unsaid behind shutters
dirt before desire dusted crap ingested comes stealing life that you are not visited
warped torpedo night crawls through the distant and irrelevant a good life's experiment
fused im laying violent hands upon a dead card calling cattle the playthings are so
abused the derelict dial phone clock pusher delved in reliving the future too im
sticking pins and needles in this stinging rotten fleshlike substitute pieces of half
cooked meat that are walking on this earth abort desire irrelevance ticks in front in
view a candle rhyme to realign burnt out shadows on the wall seize the moment... reach

04   Hardset Head (04:06)

event width two path given pure force downs turns the screw crawl in back in term space
a time to intrude in term peace assuring a future silence noise forming sound like
silent noise silent voice screaming hints retaliation heinous plans in sides remain
taking downs taking aim filling curses two conditions back upon itself pass it off as
good intentions leaving marks hard to heal reassisted retrogression leaving tracks path
reveals sample act reflected clears noticed thought while leaving hears nuisance labels
paranoia so stupid how perceived that way silent claws shredding flaws hungers gnawing
silent flaws forever laughter silence knows shaman stands retreating all is over
evermore smoke the curse your creation back upon yourself pushes distress closer to the
edge one time cracks lights the walls worry wasted hearing clouds up above the chatter
digging deep insider storms to find the inner patience erasing shadowed gifted ruin
haste retracing promised news leaving statement meant as nothing starving your words no
excuses silent truth asserts its proof like you abhor

05   Cult (03:03)

a lasting moment to hold onto with regret the scent of time tried and tested i never
noticed the phantoms of her mind cresent moon im cutting through paste up warnings fill
the sky smoking embers i remember time and time again to try to live i light to sink
within her i think of light time to blame to borrow from your past elapsed collapsing
shes not insane shes gone insane and if the root of silence pulls me off and love is
lost not from my heart i sit upon this throne that throws me off and she falls backward
to the floor and forward to the back she says elapses all my truth again shes the one i
live for i live alone burns inside horilbly she lifts me to the spirit burns the darkest
hours my corrupt brain is hurting once again the door lies quiet left alone im thinking
of her sitting the burning clock of time

06   Process (05:02)

alternative - mass control
diversification and guilt

jealousy prejudice
the courage to be themselves... often hated

aims to make individual freedom
spiritual bounds mental shackles
to heal the wound of separation
to question the unquestioning of the mind

offers an alternative to mass control
the center of the information war

progressed
we have progressed

physically as far as we can go... next stage mental
the process is you

justification decentralized by conditioned guilt
fear responses
realize
for individuals who wish to acquire

sigil to the will
give the mind before which is a function of the self to react
and this focusing releases a tremendous energy

as the concourse lowers positive flow of energy

so be it
the process
so be it

body like mindedness
ageless souls
striving for individual matters
toward collective goals
a guiltless state of self awareness
the process is you
the process is yours

07   Curcible (03:28)

good and evil does not exist (christ) fix the outcome overall playing into follow along
face the weak bland righteousness deliver them or kill them dead shorter now god and the
demise patience cries the burning cross confessions alter bugger faith moisten gland
insert and taste shorter nw a god lies rich forced upon a sinners itch kept a box locked
in tight slaves reward reserved in spite drive across and burn incense this is the god
to save your soul water burns holy kill the faith inside of you watch the killing starts
after you accept the part to redirect your mind whisper the name all is not so black and
white

08   Blue Serge (05:13)

worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering whims condition as night falls spills
disease mental sores mine exploding you fucking liar lines form short mans views
cassandra's curse prophets eyes sees the truth they perceive as lies this controls my
mind after supper o much fatter how to reconcile this matter lies disfigured one on top
no distinction soaking sing a screaming phrased in ill contempt not worth it this
controls my mind so whose resolve cant stop them now raving mad so very small kisses
dust storm wave good-bye have no need to scrape so high

09   Morter (04:39)

killer in the morning scent of rain come on fills the part put on me stranger ive been
shown less we love and know how were just morter filling holes the glass eyed creature
creaks the broken floors teller lazy sky tales find your rate and pace reinvent
uniqueness adjust the outer face planning pits diversions pusher rap downfall take the
crap sold as fact hallelujah clueless the ship shine cellar albatross burned down find a
way across strangle hold albatross around my neck is sinking psycho hymns too high the
fee one step back to sanity were all addicted anyway

10   Amnesia (04:20)

for reasons untold born a body mass no excuse for intolerable kick set in glass grasp a
moment shattered a lock on the door scraping demon trapped resides starving for freedom
all my strength to keep inside tear it down if i could move heaven or hell i would to
summon heads rush all perception void and meaningless anti fathoms life in spite of it
negate all feeling fractured mocked deplore naming reverse remote viewing empathic
lesion surrounding the guilt cannot deny tear it down a process to describe whatever
truth means nothing when adding no results times a shallow digging through the mud
thrown out so expectable intentions not up front and the shit that never faced reflects
the sliver looped a flaw rotates forever unresolved tear it down

11   Cellar Heat (00:49)

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