Fall Out
Mondo Criminale

The Cold War. How much did we dream about it? Savoring the taste of Atomic War between the SuperPowers until the end, until that Mysterious Wall disappeared, leaving the world without imagination. All that anguish, that terror of tomorrow, that anxiety of being nothingness in the face of atoms, how much have they contributed to the apocalyptic imagery of the radical punk of the early 80s?

It is in this fertile ground (how it reeks of no future!) that the Fall Out from La Spezia take their first steps, and in eighty-eight (nice to write the dates in words) they debut with Cobra Records with this stunning LP, which places them above the average, already good in itself, of the punk bands of that era.

There are 10 songs, all great in my opinion. The first, "fall out distruttore," can also be found in the band's previous works, sung in English and with a more '77 punk style, while here it is more HC and in Italian. It is very beautiful mainly for the lyrics that, with a few striking phrases, narrate the atomic genocide of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Another extraordinary song is "1234 chiodi," played on an almost heavy metal refrain, with a fierce and sarcastic text about the "Nazarene Jewish Sinner Redeemer," while the following "il funerale della terra" quickly spits out its suffocated despair in the throat of the hibakusha.

And the record continues with hardcore blows and dark punk omens, enriched by very beautiful graphics and a drawing by Professor Bad Trip, a friend of the band.

"The lover, like the poet, is a threat to the assembly line. Rollo May: Love and Will."

endless barbed wireeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for control and supremacyyyyyyyyyyy final clash for dominionnnnnnnn crushed foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr in the nuclear deserttttttttttttttttttt"