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Rating: Beyond the fact that the truly brutal debut of the New York City grindsters Brutale Verità was, is, and will forever be, until death do us part, a virulently concentrated blend of romantic nihilism d'antan that musically still kicks asses today with Mawashi-geri strikes, I believe I can say that there is a fundamental error in the categorical assumption promoted in the title.
"Extreme Conditions Demand Extreme Responses"
Let's reason: if extreme conditions demand extreme responses, everything becomes more extreme, by extremizing it.
With the result that in the next go-round you might face not just challenging extreme conditions but rather extremist conditions.
The extremist conditions, like in a Snakes and Ladders game typical of Monopoly (the one-star hotel on Vicolo Corto remains my favorite), would in turn require ultra-extremist responses.
And what if by chance these ultra-extremist responses aren't enough anymore?
[I would advise the desperate, the optimists, the pro-government, and the extremely angry to skip the next line]
Twenty-six years ago in New York, you couldn't know but today many eminent sc(iem)entists who govern us give us easy answers to complex problems. And without even passing Go!
The risk in the case of extreme extremist extremization is that of not understanding a thing anymore. A bit like what happens inside this album: splintered bones and guts scattered all over the floor.
And so?
I realize these are extreme issues that require extreme responses.
So let's ask Brutale Verità for enlightenment: if they made an album on it, they must have studied it for years and years.
No?
No.
Released in September 1992 "Extreme Conditions Demand Extreme Responses" warns us that "extreme conditions demand extreme responses".
But I'm not that much in agreement. I don't know if I've already told you.
Because the risk is ending up playing Monopoly with fake notes instead of real ones. It's also true that there, if you're lucky, you can easily buy four houses on Viale Dei Giardini and live grandly; but outside of that, you certainly can't live off it.
Unless you manage to sub-rent at least one on the sly (aumma-aumma) to the less fortunate from Bastioni Gran Sasso: but if they catch you, you'll end up in jail. And without passing Go.
In short, the album may well be the best example of mainstream grind of Austro-sideral level, but, it pains me to say it, the title is wrong.
There.
And now let me go back to playing Monopoly.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Birth of Ignorance (03:28)
Ignorance and prejudice.
Raping peoples minds.
Molded by environment.
Hatred of all kinds.
Never knowing tolerance.
The ignorent domain.
Never knowing freedom.
Wear it like a chain.
Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?
Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?
Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?
A life of hate is useless.
You don't have a cause.
Breeding hate with no excuse.
Starting racial wars.
Religion teaching lies.
Hypnosis of the weak.
Believing false prophets.
Slaughtering the meek.
Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?
Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?
Don't you think?
Don't you see?
Don't you fool?
Don't you see the lies?
Justify your bias.
Give me reasons why.
Innocent victim.
Murdered by your lies.
All the hate that you create.
A product of stupidity.
All the statements you have made.
Have no real validity.
05 Denial of Existence (04:24)
Spreading.
Across out land.
Infecting breeding grounds.
Never to leave our hated soil.
Dying.
Hope is gone.
Right wing oppression.
Sentence us far beyond.
Submit - your fooled existence must now cease.
Torment - ignorant fools deny it's presence.
Eternal - condemned to back pages of mankind.
Nevermore - no one cares who lives or dies.
Denial of existence.
Existence.
Submit - your fooled existence must now cease.
Torment - ignorant fools deny it's presence.
Eternal - condemned to back pages of mankind.
Nevermore - no one cares who lives or dies.
Denial of existence.
Man.
08 Time (05:58)
I see through.
The gray facade.
Solemn expression.
Time goes on.
Ageless questions.
Pointless passing thoughts.
Time goes on.
Backwards forwards.
Meaningless answers.
Time goes on.
Insight on model values.
Problem faced?
On scriptless parts.
Screaming.
The confrontation.
Problem faced?
Time, time goes on.
I see through.
The gray facade.
Solemn expression.
Time goes on.
09 Walking Corpse (01:40)
Preconditioned.
Accepting your role.
Robbed of life and stripped of soul.
Fall into the same routine.
Of drab existence, what does it mean>
Are you satisfied with the way that you exist?
Every single day just like the one before.
Don't you feel the need to express the way you feel?
Wake your sleeping brain, there's so much more.
Just a walking corpse!
Preconditioned.
Accepting your role.
Robbed of life and stripped of soul.
Fall into the same routine.
Of drab existence, what does it mean>
Are you satisfied with the way that you exist?
Every single day just like the one before.
Don't you feel the need to express the way you feel?
Wake your sleeping brain, there's so much more.
Just a walking corpse!
Just a walking corpse!
15 Unjust Compromise (10:56)
Visions behind walls.
Hide sordid truths.
Unjust suffering.
Upper hand blinds you.
Blind eyes never see.
Sheltering.
Forever unjust compromise.
Raping others.
Terminate will.
Forced extinction.
Capitalize the kill.
Blind eyes never see.
Sheltering.
Forever unjust compromise.
Ours not meant to be.
But you'll never see.
The tales of misery.
Small minds crushing fees.
Blind eyes never see.
Sheltering.
Forever unjust compromise.
17 Lord of This World (05:03)
You're searching for your mind don't know where to start
can't find the key to fit the lock on your heart
you think you know but you are never quite sure
your soul is ill but you will not find a cure.
Your world was made for you by someone above
but you chose evil ways instead of love.
You made me master of the world where you exist
the soul I took from you was not even missed.
Lord of this world Evil possessor
Lord of this world He's your confessor now!
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