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What to do when the extreme, the real deal, has been absent from the site's pages for a bit? Simple: shrug it off, prepare an artichoke herbal tea, put on cozy pajamas, and turn on the TV. Or act like an asshole (here I am!) and cram everything that hasn't been there into a few lines!
PCP Torpedo is a 1998 EP by Agoraphobic Nosebleed, who need no special introduction. Come on, they're the ones who puked up this stuff here; but it's the good kind of puke, like the aliens in "Bad Taste." A sample of a rather animated conversation (I thought they'd kill each other) between two men in "Thanksgiving Day" (you know, holidays can make you angry) followed by scarcely six counted minutes of fierce Grindcore: no particular surprise, in short. A nice performance after the quite interesting "Honky Reduction," the band's first full-length. Well done, bravo, encore. Yes, but in 2006... holy cow, in 2006...
In 2006, Hydra Head releases it again. With a second disc. Of remixes. Guys, what the hell is that remix disc. Do you know who is the author of the first track? Vidna Obmana. That is, let me make it clear: a dark ambient remix of grindcore excerpts. I could leave it at that.
Instead, I inform you that among others there are also (not necessarily in this order): Merzbow; Xanopticon, with his shower of breakcore shards; a James Plotkin suspended between Industrial and Grindcore, reminiscent of his O.L.D.; Speedranch, according to whom Creed are wet pussies and Nickleback seem like Mike Bolton (right? right!). But above all there's Justin Broadrick...with his "Flesh of Jesu mix," oh yes... and here in Domodossola some walls might start shaking...
The whole thing decently concluded with five hardcore techno, speedcore, terrorcore, darkcore slaps, pieces of heart, in short, what do I know, they go BAM BAM BAM and that's enough, actually it's even too much.
Guys, I really don't know what to say. The first time I listened to this album, discovered by pure chance, I was already dizzy from study fatigue; these crazies managed to lay me out almost irreversibly. To make me feel a sensation, rarely experienced, of being overwhelmed by a creature stronger than me, made of fire and pills. After listening, I admit, I felt the need to leave the house, breathe the air of my Plaino, and take a generous gulp of good smog... I don't know why I'm attracted to -certain- extreme music, perhaps because it constitutes a sort of challenge and I must throw down the gauntlet, perhaps for Aristotle's doctrine of- and enough, I'll stop and you listen to this gem of which I don't even know what to think, except that I can't curse the moment I discovered it.
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