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Rating: I read the news a few weeks ago...and it certainly didn't make me happy.
Chris Spencer has declared that he has put an end to the artistic trajectory of Unsane.
He will now be solely dedicated to his new project called Human Impact.
To "celebrate" the New York band in a worthy way, I'll jot down a couple of quick and angry thoughts about them, while listening to this bloody collection that includes tracks from 1991 to 1998.
I need to make a disclaimer: anyone who doesn't even know the band's name is kindly (kindly, so to speak) requested to leave the page and do some research on this true war machine that has defined, established, imposed the musical canons of Hardcore-Noise. On par with fellow New Yorkers Helmet.
Okay, now it's time to start, to take action.
The images, the frames of the covers of Unsane's albums are synonymous with violence, death, murder, crime.
And even Lambhouse does not stray from this brutal characteristic: a man lying on the ground, agonizing, dying...or perhaps already dead. The smell of death everywhere, of putrefaction, of a torn body.
Then the Music arrives.
A filthy, chunky, dirty Noise...almost unlistenable due to how stretched to the extreme it is.
Only guitar, bass, and drums; nothing else.
Multidistortion to the nth degree.
Then Chris's vitriolic voice arrives and the auditory damage is amplified.
Frozen cascades of notes; blood gushing from the home shower...
Widespread malaise everywhere.
And the relentless blood continues to flow, staining the walls of the house.
An inhuman force in all 24 episodes of the collection.
It starts with "Over Me" and reaches the exhausted, oxygen-deprived "Exterminator".
No respite, no survivors.
An impregnable wall...Massive, heavy-laden blows of UltraHardcore shot in the face. Red-hot awls inserted into the eyes...total blindness...
Diabolical and cunning like no one else.
The murderers next door will be missed...SICK...
Never managed to see them live...this will torment me forever.
Diabolos Rising 666.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
02 Committed (02:41)
Need for correction
I stand with a gun in my hand
It's time for inspection
Wipe off the blood on ya hands
It's the new world
Time on my hands
It's the new world
Time to get out / while you can
Need for attention
No room for the hate that I have
It's time for dissection
Cut open the chest
While it's planned
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