Cripple Bastards / Corrupted 7″

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release date:

2001

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LINE-UP:
Giulio the Bastard – vocals, lyrics, gasvagen driver for the healthy
Alberto the Crippler – guitar + 1000 pedal lärm U-kammer
Schintu the Wretched – kriminal tunder-bass todesking
Walter Dr. Tomas – schadenfreude drumming kommando
Label: HG-Fact Records

TRACKLIST:

  • 1. Too Late
  • 2. Electrodes Dictating
  • 3. Gnadentod Of The Healthy
  • 4. La Repulsione Negli Occhi (Remix 2001)

3 unreleased tracks recorded during the “Misantropo a senso unico” session + a newer remix of the classic “La repulsione negli occhi”. This was the very last CB work at Acqualuce studios after going there for over 7 years. Musically it’s raw, negative Grind/Hatecore and the way it’s been mixed is slightly better than what can be heard on “Misantropo…”. The front-cover art has a very special meaning and it’s one of those we prefer in the whole CB discography, being also a bit outstanding from the hyper-exploited bloodbath style CB often used! “Too late” was the remake of a song written by Alberto the Crippler in the early ’90s along with “Stimmung” and others of that kind… the EP sold fast as hell and got tons of positive responses.

> Released in 2001, HG # 145, 2000 copies made out of 2 different pressings, no colored wax.
> Comes with a 2 sided cover jacket w/ lyrics inside, no inserts. HG-Fact als printed some wonderful full color posters. (separately from the records) for advertising it.
> Recorded in 1999-2000, some vocal parts added in June 2001.
> Mixed + mastered in June 2001 at Acqualuce Studios, Alpignano/Torino. Sound engineer: Marco Milanesio.

LYRICS:
Too late

real signs. traces of fraud gnawing at me /
attraction’s dying… love germs close to fade. /
I wish I could see her raped / down my knees forced to pray /
naturally grown in a sea of lame attentions /
synthetically absorbed by an ocean of frustrations /
too late / too late / too late……………….
those who had the skill to discard me in a shameful way /
for them it’s too late /
hatred boils finding new coils to proliferation /
one day blood will paint the headlights of my death-truck /
I’ll eventually piss in that mouth – ex-source of wasted words /
resurrection of frozen veins / it’s too late /

Electrodes dictating

locking your brain – a spiral of lust, tools bringing sexual pressure. /
electrodes conditioning. charm dictating. /
chained to walls of discontent,
you subdued to a figurative body-lash relation /
couldn’t give sense to decades of empty days /
SEXUALLY EFFICIENT, CEREBRALLY LOWER THAN SHIT. /
crossed your own longing for freedom then felt into compromises. She won. /
sucking off your vitality, the hopless attempt
to fill a void that will just get deeper and deeper. She predominated. /
A LIFE DELEGATED, THE TOUCH OF ANOTHER MISTRESS. /

Gnadentod of the healthy

as death cleans you off a screen gets 1 pixel more
forward to the immensity of my multicolored rainbow.

La repulsione negli occhi

Guardami in faccia, atteggiati da uomo
irradiami di determinazione e onestà infinita
io dal basso in alto non so se starò a sentire
ti vedrò come un grumo nel cancro della mia vita.
Chiamala debolezza… forse anche nervosismo
no, é il modo di fare di una persona irritata
la repulsione di chi é solo, in un mondo separato
la luce, il sapore dell’aria – qui non c’é spazio per te.
Tu parli e cerchi i miei occhi
io annuisco e allontano lo sguardo
FRONTALE – ma é come darti le spalle
lo sai, dentro ho qualcosa che non va.
Carisma + un tocco di simpatia
intrattieni e ti giochi la gente
ma qui ora non c’é psicologia
che dirotti il mio disprezzo per te.
Troppa gente si arrampica a quel senso di sicurezza
parlare senza fissarti é il simbolo della mia negatività.
Guardami in faccia, donna che chiava
condizione perfetta, calorosa e slanciata
inebriatrice di sensi, demolisci il mio IO
allatta il sadismo di una mente malata.
C’é gente che ti ammira, ti protegge, ti invidia
e chi ti sfoggia in giro come un abito firmato
é il riciclaggio umano la rampa della tua scalata
buon mezzo per parare il culo… saper dosare la femminilità.
Matura e diretta nel piegarli
arrendevole e dolce nel sedurli
per me sei solo la deriva
di un mito fondato sulla disonestà.
Mi annoi come un libro già letto
mi disgusti come un pasto avariato
mi ecciti solo se penso al tuo corpo…
… sbrindellato in un’orgia di crudeltà.
SE A TE NON DISPIACE… BUONGUSTO E CORTESIA…
UN MARTELLO PER SFONDARTI LA FACCIA.
SIGNORA SI ACCOMODI… HA TEMPO PER DUE PAROLE…
TI STUPRO, TI DISSANGUO, INFIERISCO SUL TUO CORPO.
SOLO DEPRAVAZIONE PER SEDARE L’OSSESSIONE
TU FILTRI CON LA MORALE IO RESPIRO REPULSIONE
“AMORE FOTTE AMICIZIA” – TUO GUADAGNO E SODDISFAZIONE
HO SCELTO DI FAR DEL MALE PER STAR LONTANO DALLE PERSONE.
Sentimenti falsi, ingredienti del rapporto umano
contatti autoimposti per sterilizzare la ferita
giudicami con schifo, scelgo il sesso-sfruttamento…
…per scansare dosi di parole e il ribrezzo di un’altra vita.
La mia esclusione é certa, cresce a spilli nello stomaco
come articolazioni rotte da giorni spenti nel passato
liberarsi da uno strato e scoprirne un altro ancora
tu sei il vuoto che rimbalza, ma non toccherà mai me.
Quando soffri di carenze affettive
mi piace vederti bruciare
il cinismo e la sociopatia
sono il sole sul deserto che ho in me.

(REPULSION IN THE EYES)

Look me in the face, behave like a man
irradiate me with determination and infinite honesty
I, from bottom to top, don’t know if I’ll stay to listen
I’ll see you as a lump in the cancer of my life.
Call it weakness… perhaps nervousness too
no, it’s an irritated person’s behaviour
repulsion of someone alone, in a separate world
the light, the taste of the air – there’s no space for you here.
You speak and look for my eyes
I nod and look away
FRONTAL – but it’s like turning my back on you
you know, I’ve got something wrong inside.
Charisma + a touch of charm
you entertain and play with people
but here and now there’s no psychology
to hijack my contempt for you.
Too many people scrabble for that sense of security
speaking without looking at you is the symbol of my negativity.
Look me in the face woman that screws
perfect condition, warm and slim
intoxicator of the senses, demolish my Ego
breastfeed the sadism of a sick mind.
There’re people who admire you, protect you, envy you,
who show you off around like a designer garment
it’s human recycling the stairs of your rising
good way to cover your back… knowing how to dose femininity.
Mature and direct when bending them
acquiescent and sweet when seducing them
I think your just the drift of a myth based on dishonesty.
You bore me like an already-read book
you disgust me like a meal that’s off
you excite me only if I think of your body…
…shredded in an orgy of cruelty.
IF YOU DON’T MIND… GOOD TASTE AND COURTESY…
A HAMMER TO SMASH YOUR FACE IN.
MA’AM, PLEASE COME IN, DO YOU HAVE TIME FOR A WORD
I’LL RAPE YOU, I’LL BLEED YOU, I’LL RAGE ON YOUR BODY.
ONLY DEPRAVATION TO SEDATE THE OBSESSION
YOU FILTER WITH MORALS I BREATHE REPULSION
“LOVE FUCKS FRIENDSHIP UP” – YOUR PROFIT AND SATISFACTION
I CHOSE TO DO WRONG TO STAY AWAY FROM PEOPLE.
False feelings, ingredients of the human relationship
self-imposed contacts to sterilize the wound
judge me with disdain, I choose sex-exploitation…
…to avoid doses of words and the disgust of another life.
My exclusion is certain, grows by pins in the stomach
like articulations broken by exhausted days in the past
remove one layer only to find another
you’re the void that bounces back but will never touch me.
When you suffer from lack of affection
I like to see you burn
cynicism and sociopathy
are the sun above the desert that is in me.