Meshuggah
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I have never understood anything about Swedish Music (and not only Swedish music some "debaserian buddy" will immediately say).

Too "advanced" for me; too "beyond" the threshold of physical and mental pain. Especially mental.

But I have always been morbidly fascinated by their unique way of interpreting and shaping, at their pleasure, the Metallic verb.

I consists of a single track that exceeds 20 minutes. This alone is enough to quantify the monstrous specific weight when listening to this "sonorous pachyderm."

In my opinion, the pinnacle of their enormous career.

A disturbing, high-strung, oblique, twisted, spasmodic, rocky pinnacle.

According to drummer Tomas, everything was recorded randomly, without following a logical thread. Each member of the band entered the studio, flooding it with the claustrophobic sounds of their instruments. Including Jens' schizoid voice.

And the result is astonishing; in the sense that it holds, it adds up. Inaccessible aliens for anyone.

Colossal Techno-Groove-Death plunges; abrupt, sudden, and unexpected slowdowns as happens more or less at the fourteenth minute.

Again, uncontrollable, uncontrollable intensity assaults; towards the end, they slow down their pace, their killer cadence. Dangerously approaching exhausting Doom territories. With the last seconds where only the sharp, shrill sound of the guitars can be heard.

...and I come out of it destroyed, in pieces...but regenerated...exactly what I needed on this windy and freezing afternoon in Ossola.

Ad Maiora.