Tasaday
Implosione Tra Le Pieghe Dell'Anima

THE REVIEW

If someone had come to tell me some time ago that there was a dark industrial scene around here, I would have laughed in their face. Come on, seriously, Brianzolo underground? Just the expression itself is laughable.

So what happened?

One fine evening I was supposed to go out with my group from that time (all of three or four years ago). A friend of mine, who has now disappeared, moved to Switzerland to produce noise tracks for a drum machine, was supposed to pick me up. Anyway, he had in his car a disc that was absolutely not 'car music'. Something cryptic, dark, at times barely perceptible, and other times, instead, it plunged into noise debris that transported you to another dimension.

I said to him: "This album is so cool! What is it?"
He, pointing to the CD player, replied: "It's my uncle playing." 

It was a Tasaday album. That's how I discovered them. That's how I found out that among these lands and these seemingly empty minds, a rather thriving subculture extended.

"Implosione Tra Le Pieghe Dell'Anima" is the most anti-musical and "cursed" album of the band.

It sounds like a swarm of worms reminiscent of Nurse With Wound and the darkest things of Coil. It unfolds between free-jazz implosions and rotten, out-of-tune post-punk, then plunges back into dark-ambient extensions. All dark, terribly free, improvised, and painful. 
The tracks flow, but it might all be a single suite: sounds with neither head nor tail that, however, build something wonderfully hypnotic and visceral. The sound of a starless night battling an impending storm. 

Drunken spoken word declamations and wind instruments that make their way through skeletal and dirty structures, only to be annihilated by sudden noise that hints at catacombs. 

An album that doesn't loop easily, but each time you press play, it always makes its statement: it builds imagery, sensations, and universes that feel like pitch. Free, anarchic, bloody music that leaves you stunned. 

An album that perhaps won't tell anything new to those already accustomed to the genre and who already have the cornerstones of the movement in their collection. But it's sad to know that in Italy we had Tasaday, and today we admire the terrifying Offlaga Disco Pax and their middle school politics.