Disavowed
Stagnated Existence

THE DISAVOWED AND THE TEN COMMANDMENTS.

"Promises and Lies on Mount Sinai"

Trapped in a doubt more Veltronian than Hamletian, I wondered what would happen now; in the merry theater of politicians, some were chasing each other with their pants down. Among them, those who preferred a contemplative life limited themselves to talking nonsense.

Everyone must have noticed that on the peninsula, a fresh, brisk wind of freedom has been blowing for three days; scarce precipitation.

I got up Tuesday morning, and the weather was nice, my boots were shinier, I found twenty euros on the ground, and the dead babies on the cover of "Butchered At Birth" were more alive than ever (playing leapfrog).

I visited Mount Sinai, near Arcore, and they promised to deliver the tablets of the Ten Commandments to me, but freedom was occupied, and there wasn't a tablet in sight. So, during the night, I wrote largely on a wall, "I want my freedom back"; the next morning, on the same wall, a huge "Viva la figa" written in the colors of the flag covered my loser slogan.

In my restless search for a remedy against constipation, I stumbled upon Disavowed; in my vain attempt to become a metalhead, I became constipated. I was watching the count of the ballot papers and shouting "Deliver us from evil," but Tuesday morning, my intestines continued to throw tantrums.

I learned to recognize masterpieces before knowing Disavowed; the word Devourment comes before Disavowed. But as we know, the eternal return of the same has no rivals in metal: if you're cool, the same returns.

I put the new Disavowed disc in the player, but the same came back, and I found myself listening to an album identical to the previous one: when I told my Virgil (see Origin review), he equally told me to go to hell. I tried to express my opinions, and thus I disappointed him. Moreover, I also have short hair and had forgotten to wear my cap; then Virgil took me to Mount Sinai to deliver the CDs of the Ten Commandments to me.

I COMMANDMENT (Devourment - "Molesting The Decapitated")

Disavowed is cool because there are members of Pyaemia, and since Pyaemia is cool, Disavowed is too (punctuation is poser).

I asked him why he tried to convince me with logical reasons when it was just a matter of faith: he was offended and sentenced me to listen to "Anal Electrocution" by Devourment twenty times. When I finished, my IQ had dropped by twenty points; it's like playing Rummy, the winner is the one who finishes their cards first.

II COMMANDMENT (Disavowed - "Perceptive Deception")

Disavowed has released two Brutal albums that are identical to a thousand other Brutal albums and are therefore better than all the others.

The reasoning was perfect, I had nothing to say; Virgil, satisfied with my display of idiocy, gave me the Promo of his group.

III COMMANDMENT (Pyaemia - "Cerebral Cereal")

Disavowed has an attitude because they previously served in Pyaemia.

At the foot of Mount Sinai, posers listened to Slam with their damn short hair; Virgil asked me for proof of faith, and I kicked the posers' asses.

IV COMMANDMENT (Incantation - "Decimate Christendom")

You will be very infernal and very blasphemous, otherwise the religion won't work.

This reverse religion gave me some problems: I didn't understand which God I should blaspheme against, and in doubt, I sang a praise to Cannibal Corpse. But too Old school, I'm a retrograde metalhead.

V COMMANDMENT (Devourment - "Butcher The Weak")

Disavowed cannot be touched; it's like touching Devourment.

At that point, Mastella arrived, apologized for ten minutes, and then perjured; a position of utmost respect.

VI COMMANDMENT (Disavowed - "Stagnated Existence")

"Stagnated Existence" is a great return, not a fossilization.

A brilliant deduction, a new world opened up to me: Bossi is also a great return, just like Berlusconi. It's true, the same returns, regardless of what Virgil says.

Timidly, I asked Virgil why "Stagnated Existence" is a great return and why Cannibal Corpse had fossilized instead. He took offense, and as punishment, I had to listen to "Stagnated Existence" thirty times. When I finished, I was already struggling to pronounce coherent sentences.

VII COMMANDMENT (Decrepit Birth - "Diminishing Between Worlds")

"Stagnated Existence" is a Brutal album that is quite refined; other refined Brutal albums are for posers (but not "Diminishing Between Worlds").

It was spontaneous for me to ask him, therefore, if Cryptopsy are also posers, and without even realizing it, I lost another ten points. Meanwhile, the Devourment Riff came along, and I sacrificed myself in its name.

VIII COMMANDMENT (Disavowed - "..???")

You will eagerly await the next identical Disavowed album.

I was a bit skeptical about this commandment, but by then I was too stupid to counter, and only a resigned and unconvincing "Yeah" slipped from my lips: but that was enough for Virgil.

IX COMMANDMENT (Hour Of Penance - "The Vile Conception")

You will boycott the metal bands of people you don't know and exalt those of your friends and acquaintances.

I thought that this commandment is very Italian; after all, in the government, they're all friends; but I mean, damn it, Devourment rocks, and Disavowed rocks too.

X COMMANDMENT (Devourment - "1.3.8")

Never, ever become a poser.

When I had the ten commandment CDs in my hands, I was a true metalhead; I mumbled six or seven words and couldn't go ten minutes without a cigarette in my mouth or ten seconds without blaspheming.

I descended from Mount Sinai, but no one believed me, so I and the Devourment Riff went to Arcore and consoled ourselves with a toast to Freedom.

Today is a new dawn on the boot: a single word spreads and ignites hearts from the Alps to the Indian Ocean: freedom.

"Infin che ?l mar fu sopra noi richiuso"