La Crisi
III - Paura A Colazione

The Crisi return with their third album and, as usual, they prove to be one of the best hardcore bands around.

Produced, like the previous one, by Kurt Ballou, "III - Paura a colazione" is a punch: direct, fast, and powerful the tracks follow one another without a moment of pause and without lifting the foot off the accelerator, leaving the listener breathless. Compared to the previous "II - Tutti a pezzi" not only does the execution speed increase, but also the technical level, making it a really excellent work.
To this hardcore fury, we add Mayo's voice, which improves from album to album, his acid and harsh screams are one of La Crisi's strengths.

The 4 members - Mayo, Dario, Moreno, and Lele - are certainly not youngsters, and this is evident from the lyrics, another strong point of the band. Never banal, they are imbued with a sense of frustration, anger, pessimism, unease, and defeat; while they are certainly personal, they are largely relatable for anyone who has greatly passed the age of 30, or maybe it's just me who feels particularly connected...

"Il suono della sveglia è il nostro peggior nemico" ("Il nostro peggior nemico"), we are accompanied by a sense of habit, boredom, and routine: "giorno dopo giorno mi trascino fino alla fine settimana, quando finalmente avrò altro tempo da buttare altre ore preziose da sprecare. ore preziose? Ma preziose di che?" ("Il campionato della noia"). We live a life full of malaise and a sense of inadequacy - "è un corpo estraneo il mio! rigettato anche da me" ("Corpo estraneo") - with misfortune perpetually by our side: "ma poi torna sempre! mica mi molla... lei è mia amica!" ("La mia amica sfortuna"). Sure, sometimes we try to challenge fate - "Il cielo si scurisce ma io me ne frego ed esco, sfido l'umore di madre natura..." ("Puntuale arriva l'uragano") - but that doesn't eliminate the feeling of failure - "ammettere di avere perso averne il coraggio... missione fallita!" ("Missione fallita") - and anxiety: "quel sistema di archiviare le emozioni non sembra funzionare bene e mi ritrovo la paura a colazione con l'ansia fuori dalla porta, come ogni volta" ("Paura a colazione"). We've lost hope by now - "Continuo a scrivere di speranza esaurite tempo fa, seduto male senza nemmeno stare al mio tavolo del bar" ("Una spiegazione logica") - and it seems that everything, or almost everything, has lost its importance "come sempre non vale niente il crollo netto dei miei nervi, la morte di ogni ideale, la debolezza della sera, la resa verso la sconfitta; come sempre non vale niente" ("Non vale niente").

No pseudo-youth rebellions often conformist, here it's about everyday life and struggles and this is also hardcore. "Paura a colazione" is a splendid hardcore album that beautifully describes the feelings of a largely defeated generation (forgive me for this banal sentence when talking about an album that is not banal at all).

P.S. The album was self-produced and released by Mayo’s Wooden music, so the only way to get it is to go to one of their concerts, do it, leave your rooms and sweep away in half an hour of furious hardcore all your frustrations.