Dälek
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Misanthropy is not such a bad thing: an unconditional hatred towards the human race (the so lovable human race) that leads you to completely isolate yourself from everything and everyone, because deep down the only intelligent person is you and only you. Great, great, great. The story changes when you can't even stand yourself; just because I hate others, but at the same time in the company of yourself, whom you can't even tolerate. So it becomes useless to isolate yourself from those you hate only to end up with someone you hate but can't escape from. Luckily, I'm not alone.

Take for example Dalek, a talented MC who no longer knows whether to hate society, individuals, himself, or his parents for lying about the story of Santa Claus. Apparently, the old chubby guy doesn't exist, or rather, he does exist but he's the homeless man asking you for alms with a vodka bottle in hand. Oh, you didn't know? Well then, merry freaking Christmas. But what was I talking about? Oh yeah, about MC Dalek's hatred, the fat bomb (a.k.a. "destroythemicrophonebecauseI'mawesomeandveryangryandIhaveanultramegaextracrazyproducer") works in tandem with that stoner The Oktopus, who is the producer any ordinary mortal should adore. Raised on fights, Faust, Ministry, My Bloody Valentine, and Nine Inch Nails, The Oktopus manages to deconstruct, reconstruct, annihilate, and rework all the industrial-ambient-noise sounds he loves so much, creating a mix of industrial-ambient-noise RAP; a freaking cool thing indeed. For his part, Dalek embraces the attitude of Chuck D and company (does the name Public Enemy ring a bell?) and revives that branch of rap that deals with raising the crowds (perfectly useless, by the way, but who cares).

After releasing entire albums where the producer disintegrated every type of sound turning it into noise and the resident MC hurled invectives against everyone and everything, the fantastic duo creates this superb 44-minute sound composition (a single track), where ambient becomes the main course and industrial sounds a simple but very welcome side dish. A magnificent suite that will suspend you in a world even darker than the one we live in, where the tension will accompany you faithfully throughout the entire journey. Just a few brief moments punctuated by a desperate spoken word that seems more like a sort of prayer made by Dalek, where he addresses himself and all of humanity (which he hates so much), explicitly asking for a clear change; a change that can bring everyone back to being human beings again. A voice that slowly fades, until it also becomes one of the thousand samples present in the work.

"The day the whoooole world went away" sang Trent Reznor, even if the world had disappeared long before. And on the night when everything ends, what could be better than this monstrous record? What better soundtrack than this? I hate you all, but more importantly, I hate myself. And if the world really were to end, I hope I don't see any of you in the other world. Not even myself!

Merry freaking Christmas to everyone, assuming you manage to survive until tomorrow.