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Rating: If the Italian indie-rock scene is bustling, it's also thanks to these small provincial bands that occasionally try to throw handfuls of pebbles into the pond of Italian music, which in too many cases is anchored to the usual names. This is a band that is already making its small part of history, having reached several finals in important competitions over almost a decade of activity (such as Rock Targato Italia 2004) and gained recognition from some specialized magazines (Mucchio Selvaggio and Rumore in particular). They have a musical direction that ranges from Massimo Volume to the early Afterhours, to the more extreme Marlene Kuntz, music that can comfortably be classified under the genre “noise”, these guys hailing from an unsuspecting Brescia land. They have reached their fourth mini-CD, and I must say it is a product on a national level; the recording and mixing were handled by Fabio Magistrali (incredible, a producer who has worked and works in major studios and with the most famous Italian independent rock bands agreed to spend four days in a remote shack near Edolo to produce five enthusiastic guys, well, this fact should serve as a guarantee).
It's a concept album about serial killers; in fact, four of the five tracks that comprise it have as a subtitle the name of a famous serial killer (Jeffrey Dahmer, Robert Berdella, Jack the Ripper) and the music, irritating and wicked in just the right way, fits perfectly with Phoppa's visionary lyrics, which he declaims with an almost worrying conviction, you can easily understand that the words come more from the “stomach” than from the head. Having seen them rehearse and record several times, I can say that the musical part is practically written in the studio, as the guys develop their ideas while they play. It's noise with fairly chanting pieces, interspersed with sudden sound explosions, also using an instrument for noise effects like the theremin (used by passing hands over a laser, thus creating whistles, moans, and various other noise series). The songs are titled “Ho il veleno nella testa (Robert Berdella)”, “Vene di cristallo (Jeffrey Dahmer II)”, “Giocattoli (Jack the R.)”, “Forma aldeide (Jeffrey Dahmer)”, and “Io mi uccido.” I have already mentioned Phoppa and his sick and crazy lyrics; the two guitarists, noisy and acidic, are Andrea Mazzoleni and Fabio Pedrotti, on the bass is Fiorenzo Basioli, while behind a gleaming DW Drums Collector's Series drum sits Aldo Fogazzi. They can be easily known, contacted, and listened to by visiting their website
I have poison in my head
The meaning of things destroys me
I decide to stay naked, without eyes
And discover the time of my visions
It’s just a sense of squalor equal to the idea I have…
Of my madness… of my madness
Probable visions on the corneas
But this night seems like an advantage
In front of the change of my prisons
Without a single breath to the heart, without a single moment
Of mediocrity… Of mediocrity…
There's nothing left but to tremble, oh my dear
You've only taken on the traits of a bitch
Or maybe I just never noticed them
I can’t wait to lay the black of my breath
On your agony! On your agony!
You are part of me… you are part of me… You are part of me… you are part of me…
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