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...Fuck you...Shit cubed...
It's been raining, raining, raining for a few days here in Ossola; I was supposed to go over 2000 meters in altitude today for the opening party of a well-known bivouac. But the snow has fallen abundantly again and everything has been postponed. And my anxiety, my paranoia has reached explosive levels...
As always, I need Grindcore-Death Metal to seek that peaceful inner calm. It's been like this for decades, I know myself.
I'm alone at home; my women are out roaming shopping centers. Horrible places that aren't for me.
The horrible Music of Napalm Death suits me today.
Waiting for the new album, which should be out by the end of 2019; four years of waiting from the last studio work is too much.
A compilation of theirs comforts me, a compilation (I laugh using the word compilation regarding the godfathers and masters of Grindcore) released in 2016 by Earache Records. I have everything from Napalm: albums, live, EPs, seven inches, singles, various compilations. In total, between CDs and vinyl, which has now surpassed thirty pieces.
An visceral love of mine, masculine, repellent...
It starts with Scum from 1987 and comes full circle with the SECOND (in duration) of You Suffer.
The entire career, released on the Earache label, is combed through, dissected: from Grindcore, to Death Metal, to the industrial diversion of 1994 up to the latest epileptic and very tight episodes in an excessive and fast form of Hardcore-Crust.
Siege of Power, Suffer the Children, The Kill, Nazi Punks Fuck Off (a cover of the Dead Kennedys always worth mentioning), Mentally Murdered, Plague Rages, I Abstain...
Barely 70 minutes for 25 (s)ongs.
But now I have to stop...my women are coming back. I need to turn off the stereo or at least change Music.
I'll try with Depeche Mode, which Elisa is starting to appreciate!!!...WALKING IN MY SHOES...
...I Suffer But WHY...
Diabolos Rising 666.
P.S. : written in ten minutes...and you can tell...this page sucks...
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