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Among the last real (thus not ephemeral) electronic body musicians-agitators from the deadening/hyper-creative cyber-scene of the mid-eighties, we count the fierce Vancouverites (thus, from British Columbia), "Skinned Puppets". Undoubtedly, they have represented, often more than many overrated and overly-named contemporaries, an absolute, firm, pillar in the dark electro/punk terrestrial scene of those years.
Skinny Puppy fully reappear ten long (truly an eternity, in the "electronic" field) years after their predecessor "Process" LP (from '95 by the time chronology), with this truly masterfully percussive (never monolithic), multi-rhythmic, up-to-date soundscape: crystal-clear (hard)body-music for the contemporary age. Offspring/astute-prosecution, albeit degenerate, of maliciously acoustic cyber-historicity such as Throbbing Gristle, Cabaret Voltaire, and company audio-drillers, the hallucinated/nti (surreal-theatrical) live-electro/performers Kevin Ogilvie & his historical deconstructionist partner, Monsieur Kevin Crompton, with the passage of vile time, have effectively subjected their future tracks to an audible skimming, rounding treatment (not drying out and/or even worse, "commercializing"); the most screeching and angular acoustic algorithms reach, in this "great right-wing error" (great title... did they learn of the unusual political vicissitudes in Italy?) a considerable, albeit perhaps now unexpected, electro-dynamic turn: a layered comeback, in its total audio integrity, of monolithic sonic-siliconity.
The parcelized guitar " Pro-test" (potential ultra hit for leaden dancefloors), as well as the hyper-dynamic/disorienting, as well as corrosively "melodic", "Neuwerld" or even the wonderfully contemporary, industrial-pounding, "Ghostman", represent the absolute peaks of a work so long-awaited as proportionally/successfully achieved.
If one were miserably and offensively to seek the classic needle in the haystack (?), the only (truly minimal) flaw of the work in question might be the not fully expressed potential audio-intuitions/directions for further future exploration of an (im)possible new way of Canadian electro sound for upcoming (hope is always the last to wither) turbulent, nascent electro de-generations... Their fractal (albeit microbic) audio-historical, they have extensively and lucidly narrated/established, even more mockingly over these last five decades of honorable/scraped career... for any possible/probable new developments, may the fresh new recruits come forward kindly: one cannot/must not demand/ask for (the whole of) everything from them, after all.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Pro-test (05:28)
Hit me on the street while waiting to do nothing where
Within the space can anything feel certain look into
The future make out the word speak send in the spies
To watch them creepy are the people unable to do
Something sitting on an armchair fenced in their
Creation look up to be there anywhere is somewhere
Itchy past scratch the itch hit me in the streets hit
Me feel about a nation so precious is the freedom
Carousel the brass ring reach into a black mass so its
Corroded always polluted we all want some of it maybe
All the people now left without no loving where within
The strength gone better see it coming get off the
Fence trip rip up the garbage make it up to the earth
Bitch hit me in the streets hit me be a politician
Eroding all your freedoms down the rabbit hole cracks
Money markets fall through a looking glass time
Becomes too fast all to benefit the rich so keep
Eating from the apple edges from the center shaken to
The core until it doesn't matter no one to turn to no
Where to run to better the bomb to blow it HIT ME in
The streets
03 EmpTe (04:11)
beat my head to wake up cause I feel as if I'm sleeping past is in the heart and I am waiting for the rhythm feed the holy jaws no saying pain is the answer after all is gone the story leaves me feeling empty and all alone it leaves me feeling emptE breathe we are all animals inside free the spirit is alive to guide us we're all alone and really feeling empty we're all alone when all revenge falls apart taken a step back from the start leaves me feeling empty IT
05 Ghostman (04:55)
give it up today average levitation mojo no magic
dedicated delusion give it all away oh yeah mother
theresa all of it for the good of everyone never
really ever really happens life is all distorted
reasons are purported what we share with everyone
nothing every little boy and girl is under everything
is wrapped up tight underneath the spell what is
discovered everything is wrapped up tight every little
thing that is discovered did it ever really happen
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