Il Teatro Degli Orrori
Dell'Impero Delle Tenebre

A fucking bomb!!! This album is a bomb... truly beautiful.

Everything fits perfectly. Powerful music, killer bass and drums, moving lyrics... and I'm falling in love with it. Why? I don't know... Maybe because Mr. Pierpaolo Capovilla (bass and voice of the one-dimensional men, here only on vocals) imposes his spectacle of blood, drunkenness, and various crap, and with the awareness of really saying something, he vomits his unease about life and how everything will end up fucked.

"Vita mia", the first track of the album, thrashes around with heavy riffing supported by a nice round and reasonable bass. The drums pulse, and damn, when you get to New York after sipping Pernod at the boulevard, you're thrashing your head like a possessed person, as if they were right there playing in front of you... listen to this one, how beautiful it is... "Dio mio" imposes on you an arpeggio like Jesus Lizard... a hell of a compliment for a guitarist who, in this case, is Gionata Mirai, voice and guitar of Super Elastic Bubble Plastic, and then many really effective stops & go. After the bass, always nice and round, it swallows you!!! There's no going back, that's for sure.
"E lei venne" is fully recounted through its lyrics... "tonight I'm getting really drunk and in the end, I lie on the ground and sleep like a dog. whether a truck or an intercity passes over me, I don't care, I don't care about God, I don't care about the devil, I don't care about the sacraments, I don't care about you"
"Compagna teresa" starts intensely and knocks you down until the perfect voice arrives on the bass-drums, leading to an incredible chorus that captivates you. everything mixes and intertwines in a vortical finale where the guitar makes you spin and twirl until the new chorus... and that's when one word comes to mind: FUCK!

"L'impero delle tenebre" is an apocalyptic song that leaves you doubtful... it's true: we have lost. we have lost a priori and no matter how it goes, we've lost, and you truly get lost in this dense web of riffs supported by the drums, which you imagine with skins carved and stained with the blood dripping from the hands (the drummer in question is Franz Valente and for me, he's the sublime... like watching a storm). Now, in "Scende la notte", it's time for riffs that then leave bass, voice, and drums to travel beautifully (the bass, for the record, is played by Giulio Ragna Favero, a former super-stylish guitarist of One Dimensional Man) until the chorus explodes... with "you're alone, simply alone"... and it sends chills.
"Carrarmatorock" opens with the drums... aim, target... it's all okay. In this song, the group emancipates from the world... this is new music here. It's a "tank of rock for you to die of music, not fear".

"Il turbamento della gelosia" is my favorite song and which I find the most biographical. Here the pace slows a bit to make room for lyrics with off-meter as cantatorial as they are captivating. Everything sounds always determined with a razor-sharp guitar that seems crazy to calm down in the final lyricism. The pace slows down, leading to "lezione di musica". A seductive piece that reminds you of the slower, less drunk Gun Club. It seems like a ballad but who believes it? Not me, nor do they, I guess, as the furious distortion that surprises you arrives! Acoustic guitars? Oh damn, do they slow down again? Wasn't it post-hardcore? "La canzone di Tom" begins like this: acoustic guitars with a clear sound... brief crescendo... 1,2,3,4... go. Chills and nothing else. The album closes with "Maria Maddalena" another strange case of life.

The beauty of this group is that they impose their influences (Melvins, Jesus Lizard, Shellac, Scratch Acid) on you, convincing you, making you feel comfortable, but then suddenly surpassing them, trampling them, pissing on their shoes, with an irreverence you didn't expect that leaves you stunned. Embracing both post-punk and Italian songwriter style. Truly an amazing album, perhaps the best in a while!, that makes you move your ass, makes you sing, and moves you, all while following their own alienated path... there's no going back.