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Rapida E Indolore

by Daniele Brusaschetto

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1.
Etere 02:12
un mondo privo di esseri umani sprovvisto di coscienza puro i conflitti, meglio perderli che affrontarli svanire
2.
Iglu 03:08
3.
mangiare con avidità e rapidità il contenuto del piatto tutto ciò che è commestibile giù per l'esofago sentire il corpo pieno come un sacco carico di specialità indispensabili concime per l'ansia l'intestino consumato dai molteplici e rapidi passaggi di feci il perdono non alberga in queste membra
4.
cosa siamo? reazioni chimiche impulsi elettrici e materia come ectoplasmi ancorati al suolo cervelli che macinano a vuoto pensieri che non so brillanti idee notturne che già al mattino si trasformano in bolle di sapone voci di bambino mi invitano ad una fuga perenne la vita è un pessimo racconto con un finale di merda
5.
navi spaziali di pelle e di carne ossatura di leghe metalliche sconosciute riempiono il cielo davanti a me scorrendo con lentezza racconti dal buco della notte chiudendo gli occhi e appoggiando la fronte al cuscino mi rendo conto di quanto sia facile perdere il senno un pulcino bagnato isolato che aspetta solo di morire di fame e di freddo anime gentili ... sopraffatte dalla marea
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Fare Finta 06:40
uccidersi o continuare ad odiare se stessi e gli altri e tutto ciò che ci lega alla vita morire o uccidere oldness please bring me somewhere not here no more cauterizzare le proprie ferite con saliva incandescente chissà se la morte ci salverà.. o ci condannerà ad una pena ancora peggiore.. oltrepassare soglie per raggiungere altre porte chiuse cercare di aprirle, scassinarle, abbatterle, evitarle. incontrarne di nuove. fare finta di prendere delle decisioni essere un testimone del mutare delle stagioni il loro susseguirsi il loro ripetersi
7.
sul battiscopa in fondo al muro vedo comparire il muso di un orso ... un cane ... un topo triste ... un uomo, forse. una voce mi distrae dalle metamorfosi della ceramica macchiata scarpe che si muovono sul pavimento bianco piastrelle quadrate parole e bestemmie non importa più niente di quello che sputo fuori dai polmoni passato qualche tempo l'eccezionale diventa il consueto topi di polvere mi festano in circolo quando apro e chiudo le porte musica solida lost thoughts between life and death mondo che muore ore rubate al sonno o momenti rubati al sonno vagare senza scopo cattivi ospiti essere solo un pelouche appoggiato alle tue ginocchia inerte, inermi, inerme l'invalicabile barriera dei linguaggi a bag full of money letter to no one malodore un mondo limpido che non cambierà mai, l'infanzia bisogna sopportare pazientemente le persone moleste
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La Deriva 02:47
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Svanire 06:08
cerchi concentrici visi sole un'ancora una nave una spirale un cerchio un segno un sorriso rassicurante non so ali segno di vittoria con le dita una freccia qualcosa che abbia a che fare con la musica un girotondo di bimbi l'impronta di una mano un sole con dentro un sorriso qualcosa di rotondeggiante fanale braccia che sostengono una farfalla simbolo di gioia e leggerezza la radice di un albero lanterna forse una catena umana profilo una sagoma e poi svanire

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released February 1, 2014

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Review of "Rapida E Indolore" on Heathen Harvest
heathenharvest.org

"Rapida E Indolore" is Daniele Brusaschetto’s Existential Crises in a Sea of Distortion

The first thing to mention, perhaps, is that there’s an actual corpse glued to the otherwise minimalist cover art of this CD. It’s a simple affair, with a plain white (though nicely textured and quite firm) paper CD cover, with the name of the artist and album title scrawled in unpretentious hand- written capitals—and, smack bang in the centre of the otherwise blank white paper, the inert body of a fly encased in transparent glue. Given the restrictive nature of Australia’s quarantine laws (and the zealousness of the officers through which these laws are enacted), I’m honestly surprised that it made it into the country—but here it is, undeniably decorating this mysterious and decidedly D.I.Y. package with its insectoid cadaver. It can’t help but bring to mind a whole lot of interrelated thoughts: thoughts of mortality, and the inescapable fact that we all end up dead, a corpse without movement, a state so incredibly different from the movement-filled experience-drenched vitality-rich state of being alive which we tend to take so very much for granted; the very different values we place on the corpses (and lives) of different creatures (I imagine the varying reactions there might be were it a glue-saturated corpse of a mouse stuck to that CD cover, for instance, or a white American human baby); the nature of mass-produced artifacts versus the distinctly handmade aesthetic that an individual corpse glued to a CD cover entails; (...which implies the related thoughts about) the nature of the actual individual entity versus the completely imagined and entirely mathematical general standardised average concept of an entity removed from reality (the difference between, say, the concept of a ‘human’ and an actual real-life human). Whether all, or even any of these thoughts were what Daniele Brusaschetto had in mind when he patiently glued an ex-living being to a nicely textured and quite firm piece of plain white paper may be impossible to ascertain, but such thoughts definitely do not feel out-of-place listening to the album.
The album has a simple and unified palette: hideously distorted drum machine/programming, simple but evocative string sounds (real or synthesised), and very human- sounding vocals, sung-spoken in a kind of non-musical-but-a-teensy-bit- musical-actually way amongst the noise and battery. In my estimation, there’s really few things finer than a brutally distorted drum machine, and this album boasts one of the filthiest drum machines I’ve ever heard (and I’ve heard a lot of filthy drum machines in my time). Overdriven beats festoon this album, accompanied by the mournful oversaturated strings, making a really quite distinctive wall of sound that Brusaschetto sing- speaks over and through in his unaffected Italian.
And it all works really well. The strings create melodies and atmospheres which fit perfectly between the unholy mechanical horrors which pound and grate rhythmically all over the album, contrasting against each other beautifully, like a dead black insect on a plain white paper sleeve.
The very human vocals add something that the beats and strings alone do not: a frailness, a wavering ‘unprofessional’ edge (there is absolutely no way this chap has ever had singing lessons, I’d put money on it) that adds a tangible unpretentious fragility to the songs, and perfectly makes sense with the D.I.Y. aesthetic. This is a very real human, making very real human music, for very real humans —a music that evokes mournfulness, confusion, loss, grief, impermanence, and all that other stuff that a corpse glued to a CD cover brought to mind in the first place. It’s a singular vision that is surprisingly strong, simple, powerful, and not much like anything I’ve really heard before: There’s something quite novel about taking such aggressive sounds (and man, some of these distorted drums are just insanely brutal) and pairing them with such delicate strings and vulnerable- sounding vocals. It’s not angry music at all; it’s... just wistful. And it’s really great.
(I googled some of the lyrics—yes, turns out it’s Italian—and I think I’m pretty much right. There are lyrics along the lines of, ‘What is it to be alive? We are just chemical reactions’, ‘Life is just a sad story with an ending of shit’, ‘The voices of children turn to a sad song’, ‘Lost thoughts between life and death’, and so on. Bitter melancholic ruminations on the point/pointlessness of existence: Right up my alley!)
Mat Blackwell

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