pg.99
Document #5

"It makes me really think that you love me more than the other labored six hours. To hold my body in her arms. Fuck you jesus!"

Take a handful of neurotic and frantic guys. Guys who think outside the box, who follow only their own rules and have guts. Among them, those who play must make noise for 40 even if there are 8 times fewer. Add a singer, or even two, who isn't afraid to make their vocal cords bleed. Let these bad boys play a lot, let them write and record albums and see what happens.

The result usually leaves the first-time listener flayed alive. 

The thing is strange. Take musicians who make a hell of a racket and one who screams at the top of their lungs into the microphone. Musicians so taken by what they play that they erupt with unheard violence, a chaos that encloses an unthinkable beauty. This is the effect. The strange thing is that such a simple genre doesn't date back to aeons ago, it took about a decade to take shape, to build its bare skeleton, an essential skeleton, and precisely because of this, it could be enriched and personalized in many ways, so much so that a genre that in its first glorious beats was pure sonic nihilism now has an album and a band for almost every shade of the "emotional spectrum." The common denominator is intensity.

At the first glorious beats of the now-established genre after the long embryonic phase, one band stood out in particular, crazier than the others. An impulsive and crazy collective that has always known what it means to write and play with guts. Often they were 8 with three guitarists, two bassists, two singers.

They were called Pg. 99

And it was the dawn of the third millennium when Document #5 was released. A phenomenal album written with inspiration, ferocity, mastery, poetry, and above all, madness. But it's not just violence here, Pg. 99 knew how to make their music intricate and how to make abrasive chaos coexist with melodies, purely genius, purely beautiful. "My Application To Heaven" is a perfect example of all of this, a manifesto track that perfectly sums up the essence of Document #5 and Pg. 99. Not content with the apocalypse unleashed with the previous 9 tracks, the band proves they can also write long and monolithic tracks and closes their personal 25-minute white-weapon attack with "By The Fireplace in White". 11 indescribable and uncategorizable minutes. So much anguish and decay. 

Despite all this, their most famous work is that of the seven alienating tracks of Document #8, which together with this Document #5 goes on to define a type of sound that breaks the barrier of pure aggression and the sharpest nihilism and becomes catharsis, where poetry is not only that of yelled words.