Redworms' Farm
Amazing

That the Italian indie undergrowth should be kept under constant observation if you care about the fate of Italian rock is a fact, given that by now you can't even trust dinosaurs like Marlene Kuntz or Afterhours (precisely because they have become dinosaurs and therefore have fossilized on the same things).

And discoveries can always be just around the corner, like these Redworms' Farm: a trio from Padua with a conventional structure and a heavy, caustic, and hyperkinetic sound. It's impossible to resist the sonic assault of this group, which truly showcases its capabilities in this third work (more an EP than a real album, ten tracks totaling a bit over twenty-one minutes) "Amazing". The subtitle of the opening track reads "two guitars and a drums we do always the same": well, maybe they're not far from the truth, but damn how they do it! Tracks that sound powerful and aggressive, always teetering between noise and wave rhythms, hardcore and grungy roughness, almost reaching at certain points a mythical hard vein brimming with genuine inspiration.

The opening trilogy (Finish, Yeah Yeah Everything and I'm Looking For) immediately presents itself as a sonic boulder: desperate escapes and sudden stops, shovelfuls of energy thrown against a wall of unbearable rancor, rhythmic slashes drowned in all possible distortions (flanger, fuzz, bigmuff, overdrive, and so on).

The Sonic Youth brawling with the Fugazi. The Mudhoney paying a blood tribute to their idols, the Stooges.

Later on, the album becomes a bit more eclectic without losing any of its original energy: Rhythm Is A Dance, Pop Song Remixed, ABC, and Nervous Act merge MC5, Teardrop Explodes, and the obsessively skewed scans of El Guapo into one. With the closing, rowdy, and vicious Telephone, not only an excellent CD ends but an exhilarating physical experience.

Keep your ears and eyes open and run to see them if they pass by your area: believe me, at that point you shouldn't envy those lucky ones who were at the Grande Ballroom in Detroit on Halloween night 1968... If you like them (and how could it be otherwise, my dear fuzzy friends) don't miss out on this effort of theirs, which would otherwise be quite difficult to find and especially with much less enjoyment.