Kaos
-/-/-/-/- L'attesa

…Kaos is pure Hardcore, hatred towards institutions and misanthropy on par with Slayer, pierced by a damn claustrophobic sound environment within which to lock the listener, comparable only to Korn's first two albums, hardcore like The Dillinger Escape Plan, old school and avant-garde like Patton, relentless and exhausting in its lyrics like the vicissitudes and battles encountered in life.

Alienated and brilliant, it moves on atonal rhythms that echo obsessive metrics which crush, intertwine, contort, constrain, and fascinate you like even the most visionary Erno Rubik couldn't.

Delirious in its visions, lysergic like the most hallucinogenic acid that never ceased performing wonders in Pinkfloydian minds, the MC tells his story through a choked voice, scratched by a suffering and outraged life, outlined on mathematical old school metrics in abstract equations, tortuous like the mocking meanders and miasmas of a whorish life, in a combinatory logic born of an extreme condition, like the most inspired and engineering Fredrik Thordendal knew how to create, projecting impenetrable, aseptic, and deviated environments.

In his own artistic aspirations, in his lunatic utopias and in all his unabashed hatred, Kaos lashes out like the fiercest of beasts on the material concreteness of an ungrateful and unjust life, while the intense and obsessive succession of rhymes seems to dance on damned and futuristic logics ready to hurl themselves into a paranoid labyrinth in search of an escape route, away from schizophrenic and insane mental prisons.

Everything I'm talking about is represented in tracks like "Q.V.P", "Oltre La Fine" or the emblematic "Arkham Asylum" (a true sledgehammer on the phalanges), where a simple needle on the vinyl is enough to generate minimal underground hardcore old school Spartan sounds out of any commercial context on which to tune verses that explode in all their rage against the hypocrisy of the masses and their squalid porn-media representations.

Tofutronik 3000, Raggi X, Ziust Begun, Punti di Vista, and Paura: lyrics dictated by a lucid madness whose mission ends like in the worst Mansonian nightmare, a Helter Skelter aimed at pure fratricidal carnage, in which no one from the industry is spared.

Evolved mental prisons in an angry environment steeped in venom, hatred, and annoyance that assault smirking, greedy, and eager Mc and Media to sell out and profit from musical art equated to mere pseudo-committed commercial product, thus feeding the hungry jaws of a sick, ignorant, gullible, deviant, and losing society chasing myths at every corner and reviewing itself at every camera flash but whose foundations are organized on cunningly superficial environments made of elusive and superficial clichés where greed pairs with indifference.

In existential tracks like -/-/-/-/-/ (L’Attesa), La Via del Vuoto and Cose Preziose, his most extracted and remixed aria from Fritz Da Cat's album 950; Kaos shows the scars, the debts paid, and the love for a life spent in devotion to Hip Hop and music, projecting himself in an artistic frankness and honesty like few others, faithful to ethical and artistic rigors and dogmas as a samurai guided by love and gratitude towards his master would do, thus dedicating himself to selfless lyrics warning not to give up and to fight, from a life where stretching one's bow, as much as possible, is sometimes not enough.

An album boasting collaborations such as Sean, Gopher D, Deda, highlighted by Andrea Vigiani known as Chico MD and finally Neffa (before he prostituted himself).

In conclusion, an album for all those faithful to the underground and hardcore, be it rap or punk, music with balls, zero pop, zero crap, zero commercial, while Kaos's metric is nothing short of extraordinary, would surpass the likes of Wu-Tang and Busta Rhymes, and saying this, I'm not exaggerating, I just believe that it is wasted on a society like ours (shitty) that reserves artistic awards to pseudo-opinionated-engaged as seen on MTV.

Music, his, that paradoxically draws energy, strength, and vitality in screaming its own hatred and intolerance towards all the crap surrounding us without sparing itself.

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