Maybe you thought of living in horrible country. Deluded: it is much worse. They say Pierpaolo Capovilla and its in a job that recapture the energy and powerful wild Shop of Horrors, what was missing in some songs on the album three years ago, "Brave New World". In here is the best sonic vocabulary of the band of "empire of darkness", enriched by sounds of keyboards destabilizing. Stamps are bright, strong colors, the rhythmic violent. Monstrous riffs alternated purposes rumorismi. The verses are often recited and sung choruses in the style widely tested by Pierpaolo Capovilla. Acceleration is dizzying, visceral sounds, musical phrases obsessive. Joined by new members Batelli Marcello (guitar) and Kole Laca (keyboards), who already accompanied them live, Capovilla, Jonathan Mirai (guitar), Giulio Ragno Favero (bass) and Francesco Valente (drums and percussion) Musicano twelve stories that, lined up, offering a portrait of that seems hopeless and instead calls for action. It sings the loss of these years, the feeling that all is lost, the anger in front of the wreckage. It is a hard square, hard, dark, devoid of irony. The tone is apocalyptic fury mitigated by sarcasm.
Fourth studio album of training, the most overtly political of his story, "Little Shop of Horrors" tells the harmful effects of the myth of well-being, the danger of social exclusion, the weight of the work in "useless lives" of people, the 'effect of the drugs, the 2001 G8 in Genoa, conformism, the therapeutic value of music. It takes issue with the PD of Renzi in an appeal "to politicians and militants of common sense" that the party would return to the values of the Constitution. Only in the queue to the disk you get rid of the shadow of financial speculators, double agents and "fascists in uniform" to live "A day in the sun", which resembles a final positive or at least a truce. Where it comes the hyperbole takes the moral blackmail here is a picture of a model on the runway as opposed to photos of a Kurdish fighter with guns on their shoulders, here are the refugees who flee from certain death while the rest are "here to make us our cocks ". We are disinterested and indifferent, says Capovilla, and those who rebel looks like the protagonist of "Punches and supplications", a piece inspired by Antonin Artaud: "If I were God, I would make a clean sweep, but I'm not an asshole that any drunk and quarrelsome looking at you wrong at the bar and be careful, because I hurt you. " Not the alcohol to make angry, is the sense of helplessness.
When the group looked over the scene, about eight years ago, his music played with an anxiety so violent by playing grotesque. The band produced a sinister sound, a kind of noise rock hysterical crossed by a streak of madness. Stuff that was frightening. To wriggle unpredictable and turmoil the new album replaces the fervor and the sermon. Training is still capable of a tremendous impact, and the arrival of Kole Laca is a novelty item like it, but I fear that in here there is more invective than poetry, more prayer that healthy emotional upheaval. It's all established, peaceful, secure. The certainty of being champions of truth is granite, the enemy has always monstrous appearance. Never a doubt, a hesitation, a question mark. "Little Shop of Horrors" is a political map in which the company is divided into good and bad, the exploited and the exploiters. It's all black and white, when the outside world does not offer anything but infinite shades of gray.