Neurosis
Enemy Of The Sun

THE REVIEW

Deep, dark, pounding sounds.

The voice of a man searching for his son among the rubble.
The voice of a woman being violated during a raid, in any place, in any era.
The shouted and tight voice of the Vietnamese girl, roasted by napalm, running towards the photographer with open arms and tears in her eyes.
The voice of a commander ordering the killing of your relatives, the people you love.
The voice of a soldier in a trench, muttering something to himself, before the whistle calls for a charge.
The voice of a relative uttering their last words, and you are not there to care for him.
The voice of someone abandoned.
The voice of those who betrayed someone: this voice will haunt them forever until they kill themselves out of shame.
The voice of those who killed themselves and, waking up in a useless afterlife, still feel their shame too strongly and kill themselves again.
The voice of someone discovering that all people contribute to the art of predation and expropriation.
The voice of the darkness within the ignorant.
The voice of the light you feel when you make love, only to realize it means nothing and it's an ephemeral feeling, leaving you more alone than before, as always and forever...
The voice of the last men slaughtering each other to board the last ship, sparing neither children nor women: but like gorillas, they climb aboard and spit on the weaker ones, while the boat departs.
Your mother's voice, very old now, who, from the couch she no longer rises from, says, "Dear, dear, come here to help me!" And you would crush that useless weight...
The voice of madness stinging you at night, your skin burning, your stomach choking you from below...

A splendid record: incredibly dark and revolutionary, full of unusual ideas and sounds; maybe I'll listen to something else, what do you think?