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Rating: "Everything has its place / Yours is the last one / Far from the circus lights / And it's perfect"
We had left them like this, the Discomostro, closing their personal 'trilogy of survival': hung out to dry after the last storm.
The creature of Carlame hasn't always been very lucid, but by some strange miracle, its spirit of self-preservation has nonetheless allowed it to discipline itself over time.
From self-pity to resignation that becomes awareness, from not even having the strength to count the number of bars in the cage to actually being able to see through them, album after album the Monster has never stopped staggering along the different spectrums of the same emotional register.
And today, three years after Mostrofonia, it leaves one speechless just watching it walk like giants.
The veil has fallen, along with the awkwardness of the titles - "Mostrofonía," "Mostroscopía," "Mostropatía" - and with Oh No! the Discomostro become surgical, because they are free with that freedom that belongs to those who are completely masters of a truly defined stylistic identity, softened in the blossoming of a sculpted and coherent rock.
And therefore it's trouble.
Because the Monster is no longer in front of us, it's among us. It's "the boy next door to the boy next door", and it's everywhere.
It purrs curled up on the couch, languid and melancholic. It jumps around like a monkey on your shoulder, sly and sadistic.
It wants to hug you but ends up pouring the poison. It's not evil, it's exuberant.
"Maybe a heart isn't enough / Maybe I'm a wench / Maybe I just want everything I'm entitled to" (Lima)
The hardcore fury of its past is tattooed on its forearms, thin and androgynous, but the construction of the twelve tracks that compose it tempers its scope, thus canceling any latency on a lyrical level.
"We smoke without words, without hurry, without hurting each other / And without ever looking into each other's eyes / Because it makes us tremble" (1996)
There's skill in the way Carlame and his associates reshape a sound that enhances the allegorical content of the former Skruigners.
"Try everything, everything's valid / Build a past that will be nice to look back on one day / Because in the end, everything comes back / Sooner or later it comes back / Like peppers and those damn trends" (Peperoni)
The real strength of Oh No! probably lies in this: the new Discomostro are more of a band than they've ever been, they convey the sensation of being a focused project like never before.
Giada, the turning point of the tracklist, is unwittingly its manifesto. A song with a capital "C".
Not all that glitters is gold, the Monster may have grown but hasn't yet learned composure, patience is needed. Often, during listening, it happens that you need to look away to take a break and not get sucked into the churning of its stormy belly.
"Because your child didn't ask to be born / Your child didn't choose to be born / You're the one who decided to roll the dice / Your child didn't ask to exist / Suffocate, get sick, and suffer / Or watch you die / You're the one who decided it was worth it" (Cactus)
Buonjiorno, a cover extracted from Carlame and Persona's own album, dipped in the acoustic digressions of Andy's solo project, enriches what is more than just the result of an artistic effort, it's the sublimation of a specific thread of our punk-hardcore.
The Monster did well, it applied itself.
And Oh No! is already a classic.
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