Decibel
Punk

Decibel - Punk! (1978)

Television, radio, newspapers, and magazines you have joined forces to destroy minds, to make us your conquests, who want welfare and live in hardships. What the TV says is now law for everyone. Here is the product; you won't regret it.

Indeed, it's sad to see a super-cheap Ruggeri-D'Eusanio hosting trash TV shows like "Il Bivio": you know, those standard programs made by parallel companies of S-format-i, pre-cooked and smelling fresh like a McDonald's cheeseburger on offer. What won't you do for money, eh Ruggé... And yet, I can't say anything against this album... I admit that short on cash, I followed what our Decibel proposed-want more money in these my fingers... the big 33 I resold it to a psycho-collector making a bundle of money, an absurd amount- 1 million of old holy LIRE!!!, Long live rock collecting, hell, you can't make that kind of exploit with other genres, eheheh the god of rock always pays on Saturday - Nest egg that I, in perfect spaghetti-punk style, spent in a blissful post-graduation trip, where... New York, I saw you in a film? No, dear Enrico, the dollar was too high, but I had a great time in the Canaries instead, with a busty girl with two bigbabol equatorial like that.

I've always had great respect for Decibel, from the first time I saw them on TV with Indigestione disko and Contessa, I managed to buy even this album, which, I have to say, is really tough... God, like in that holy cover of Punk I would have liked to punch the remains of the Beatles, Bob Dylan, the Rolling Stones, peaceandlove, gringos, Nazis, reds, and gift a vibrator to all the stupid lesbo-feminists raging around, in short, a healthy and anarchic I am against that at that age is as physiological as a childhood illness, it just comes. Either seriously or for the fun of it, no one is saved from Punk's blacklist: "Sons of..." the mmmy ggeneration X of our local punks, down-with-the-chorus-for-the-traveling-pope, Woityla-Paparock-with the censored text, and a guitar riff that seems a forerunner of "Personal Jesus" by Depeche; the anti-acid "LSD Flash" story of a slutty pusher who scams is likely a true one because it happened to me with a university floozy who snorted grams of weed until I exposed her that time I showed up with the scale (Bitch, this is called flash... worse than that Lsd! a blast).

Then The leader finished fantastisch-chic, yes, yes that one, who already as kids spoke to you in political-speak, who pretended to be your friend, the pseudo-hippie with a tolfa bag, who in reality could never come to your party, never did his homework, because for him, the compliant teacher always gave a passing grade, while you clenched your butt at the year-end council... On the phone or at home, he never answered, because the butler was there... he was full of money already commanding student collectives and today governs you with drool and double chin, with intellectual glasses and produces films that no one watches, paves the career for his kids, he will govern with his clones for another thousand years... with your money - do you remember it was him plotting the right moment: ring-ring, sound of the bell-today we skip two hours of lesson, no snack, there's the assembly, or class collective, with handbooks for solving world hunger problems. "With the finger... with the finger" is another Renaissance poem against the enormous mass of turncoats emerging with a deviance of feminism not to claim rights but just to take power... with all means, through blow jobs and parties; where you then find the sapphic, or a clit-head, if you want to be safe at work, walk close behind the wall. Stunning and prophetic "Superstar", which bitterly mocks the fans of overpaid rockstars where idolatry mixed with envy culminates in a macabre desire to replace them: two years later they will kill Lennon.

The album closes with "Brainwashing", where the false theurgy of the media is anticipated, which in the hands of soul traders become only Faustian creators of many numbered and planetary mechanical oranges-berlusconismo docet-. At the production an ex Trip - prog group! - Joe Vescovi..

The album rocks, great guitars, with plenty of glam ghosts and new wave shadows: in short, it's a masterpiece of spaghetti rock... and more. To smash on the head of many of our local rockers, near and far.