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Rating: Operating rooms, morgues, psychiatric clinics, and dehumanizing factories. But also shopping malls full of zombies and, let’s not forget, that damned "jerk factory" called TV.
A society subjugated by commodifying capital and technology at its service.
A new totalitarianism.
Someone said that poetry is dead. Someone else claimed that God met the same fate.
All true.
If you listen to this sound fresco composed by Maurizio Bianchi, you'll agree with me.
Sometimes, it's not enough to step outside to understand that "no future" is more current now than it was back in '77. In certain cases, it's necessary to listen to cacophony and inhuman noise to achieve a glimpse of clarity and obtain, in a short time, a chilling overview of the non-world in which we don't live. We just vegetate.
The cover is not apologetic of anything. It is an explicit reference to the atrocities of the twentieth century. Atrocities that, in one way or another, continue to be perpetrated.
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