Burning Witch
Crippled Lucifer

In music, I've always been fascinated by intelligible sounds. Ever since I was little, I liked the low frequencies, I hated the clinking of cutlery on glasses, and I was mesmerized when I turned on the radio. Instead of listening to the music broadcast by various FM stations, I searched for the radio stations that were hard to get, all those noises that came and went. All those bad vibrations coming out of my stereo speakers gave me a certain high; I liked to manipulate and play with those waves, then I would record and listen to them again, enjoying the way they transported me far away, out of reality.
As I grew older, I was searching for a sound, a tentacular blend of low frequencies that stimulated my mind but, unlike the low noises of an unreachable radio station, would be regarded by the world as music, as a sequence of chords and words that made sense, had a foundation and certain coordinates. I realized that those low and ugly noises to human ears could actually be considered art if captured and mixed with the energy and rage that only music can possess: rock music.

However, this Crippled Lucifer by Burning Witch cannot be considered a fusion of low frequencies and rock music. This CD is indeed made of low frequencies repeated to the extreme, but the genre presented here before us is actually the ideal soundtrack (unconsciously, blasted directly into your veins at maximum volume) to follow in the third person what really happened on July 29, 1984, for example during a new moon night at “La Boschetta,” in the Sagginalese, between Dicomano and Vicchio; or on a night when the moon had almost disappeared, on September 8, 1985, at Piazza Degli Scopeti, well past midnight... this CD is the ideal soundtrack to bring your inner ghosts to the surface and to let your most creeping and hidden fears float with a certain amorphousness, the fear that behind a eucalyptus tree a creature made of tar and goose feathers might be hiding, feeling the need to devour you, for instance...

There's nothing more to add, if this music had been thought of twenty years earlier it would have been the ideal soundtrack for the Monster's crimes. Who, you ask? I'm talking about Cicci, of course, isn't it obvious?