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Rating: "Everything starts with a fuck".
Although it's not the first track on the album, it could be its opening. The survivor Alec Empire releases this record as abrasive as muriatic acid. An album deliberately not for everyone, which seems to challenge the listener: come on, tell me you hate me and you'll destroy my CD by throwing it in the toilet.
The Berliner perhaps still feels the shock from the suicide of his former bandmate from the Atari Teenage Riot days, Carl Crack, found horribly self-mutilated in his Prenzlauer Berg apartment.
A bombardment of sounds, beyond any limit. The Nine Inch Nails have never dared so much. Perhaps few would. Behind this deafening sound machine (much to the neighbors' delight) lies enormous work in the recording studio, given that there is not a single sample in all the tracks present. Everything "generated" from scratch. It truly deserves respect.
The surprise comes from the bonus CD. Perhaps more experimental and less "borderline", it features tracks where musical research becomes more acute and, paradoxically, extreme. It almost seems like a chill-out album when compared to the main record. Alec, you've lost. I'm holding onto this album tight. There are things I will understand one day. Right now, it's just too early for me. Even my neighbors will understand....
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
08 Addicted to You (03:51)
Verse:
Doesn't matter what I believe
Doesn't matter what I believe
You mess me up and I want you to hear
Got it right back and I want you to hear
When you walk, when you talk
you're so full of lies
excuse me
When I'm gonna die
I don't care what you're like
Doesn't feel like you
Chorus:
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
Cos you get me through x 2
Verse:
The first injection wasn't free
Doesn't matter what I believe
Doesn't matter what I believe
There ain't no station
It ain't no fiction what I believe
It ain't no fiction what I believe
Staring at New York City
Missing those the ones I hate
Compensate
Alienation
The new centre of my renewed faith is too late
Chorus
I want you to hear
You mess me up and I want you to hear
Doesn't matter what I believe
Doesn't matter what I believe
I'm addicted to you x3
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