Let’s go out once again from the most usual and, in some ways, reassuring metal boundaries, to go into the deepest layers of music as an emotional flow and a disturbing element for consciences flattened by everyday life. Music For Primitive is the second album of Gopota, Italian-Russian duo that does not leave too much hope of redemption with its sound for which, wanting to find a term of comparison, it is natural to associate it to the sounds that, in the nineties, were proposed by the musicians working in the seminal Swedish label Cold Meat Industry, primarily those Brighter Death Now of the same Roger Karmanik, creator of that stimulating reality record unfortunately stranded for a few years. Framed in some way the Gopota, it remains only to listen to the work in the form of an hour or so of auditory interference, able to overlap with its own substrate sound to that constant background noise made of messages, commercials, ring tones and voices bellowing banality, a sneaky cacophonous attack that our mind has derubricated, mistakenly, to harmless and acceptable normality. Everyone can find in the five tracks of Music For Primitive the meanings that he likes the most or it suits him, but certainly the ambient contained here is not a lulling or pleasant background: the sense of decay and degradation, physical and psychic, that for example the funeral doom makes explicit accentuating the emotional impact, in the work of Antonio Airoldi and Vitaly Maklakov remains repressed, as if it were unable to escape with all its virulence. Like a living organism that struggles to crack a thick shell that imprisons it, the death industrial of Gopota launches heavy signals to the outside, both when everything goes to fit in the deceptive peace and solemnity of Gregorian chants (Summa Liturgica), and when it appears as an insistent buzz that brings the imagination to what happens near organic substances in progressive decay (Meaningless, Empty Eye). A great work, able to disturb by making you feel the horror rather than exhibiting it explicitly: wanting to make a comparison not even too bold, this was the prerogative, in the literary field, a certain H.P. Lovecraft.
2016 – LUCE SIA