It has been 26 years since the release of this FUCKING ALBUM! And it might as well have been released yesterday. As for how detached it is from the common channels of musical entertainment and otherwise. Not even within the punk scene has anything so daring been done in Italy in terms of noise and despair, not even by the great Wretched, in my opinion. The darkness in which Rudy Medea's lyrics shine with their own light is truly profound. And now we risk forgetting this band, we risk letting the inexorable time pass by, and it's very clear, all too clear, that today if some band of ridiculous kids, or not-so-young anymore, claims to play hardcore punk, it's only because they have forgotten the fundamentals of the genre. In fact, the results obtained by these insignificant realities are accessible to everyone. Forgetting is the watchword of the young.

The lyrics speak of a society coming to an end, killing itself with its own hands, with its own cameras, and trying to escape, flee from the white phosphorus spotlights of a world that is now a plagiarism of itself, that swallows us in the "Dunes" of the desert, poems that delve deep into long-lost emotions, "Observed by Deception" that suffocates dormant wonders, sadness from distant planets, permeated by a "Golden Halo", and they are shouted continuously, in an infinite whisper (a peculiarity of the album, this voice increasingly deeper than necessary, a deliberate countertrend to Italian lyricism?) and accompanied by lashes of caustic guitars, ultrasonic drumming rolls, and a drill instead of a bass, sending us to the depths of a province (the obscene one of Vercelli, the home base of the four) that pulsed with anger and innovation, with eyes fixed on everything else, overlooking hardcore, thinking in a rusted-nail jazz, embedded in a coffin of propriety and voyeurism, a hardcore attitude embodied in an industrial framework that's not at all clean and polished.

A chapter of refined hatred, a slash across the face. And a lesson that this useless province should learn. But I doubt it will.

Tracklist Samples and Videos

01   Silenzio statico (01:48)

02   Doppio confronto (01:44)

03   Diretto nel mio sguardo (02:55)

04   Senso di abitudine (02:11)

05   Fragile costruzione mobile (02:19)

06   Osservati dall'inganno (01:41)

07   Alone d'oro (01:33)

08   Dune (01:57)

09   Dubbio legato (02:44)

10   Permessi nel disagio (01:29)

11   Uguale nell'uguale (02:17)

12   Oltre camera (03:11)

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