If I had to choose the soundtrack for my personal day of the Apocalypse, I would have no doubt about including the Motorpsycho concert I attended...

The Norwegian power-trio (and rarely has the term been more aptly used) takes the stage shortly after 9:00 PM, leaving only close to midnight; an essential scene, stripped of any adornment that's not part of the instrumentation... 2 and a half hours of pure noise fury, mostly played without the slightest pause between tracks. The devastating inhuman energy of the new drummer Kenneth Kapstad accompanies the arabesques of "Snah" Ryan and the seismic shocks of Sæther throughout the concert, centered around the latest album "Little Lucid Moments" with the lightning attack of "She Left On The Sunship", but certainly not shying away from excursions into the distant past, the final "Hogwash" is truly one of those gifts you never expect to receive; or more recent, where tracks like "Kill Devil Hills" or "Year Zero" fit perfectly into the acidic vortex of the "new" course. But the entire concert is a perfect fusion of their history in the psychedelic and noisy whirlwind of the little lucid moments, pieces like "Watersound" and "Drug Thing" are revisited and transformed as if they were entirely new, with new colors and new astonishing flavors, as only three superb alchemists can render so majestically, without the slightest need to have unnecessary instruments in the background to excessively overload the sound which seems to come directly from hyperspace... incredible, pure and simple rock 'n' roll of the new millennium.

The Milanese audience, notoriously not very warm, instead seems to be swept away in the sonic chaos and explodes when from afar 1993 Motorpsycho suck into the present "Nothing To Say" in an attempt to extract from each of us (and them) every trace of bile so it can be vomited in the face of one's worst enemy.

Dazed, I’m on the street, I look at Fabio in shock and all that comes out of my mouth is... "These guys are criminals."

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