UNSANE - Wreck

A bloodied hand: a perfect image to continue, in terms of visual impact, the saga of one of the most important names in the noise-rock scene.

Having reached their seventh studio album, Unsane have absolutely no intention of changing their stripes, still delivering a thunderous, martial sound, a perfect mimesis of a nihilism that refuses to die, of inner tragedies that have by now turned into deep scars. In short, nothing particularly new, just plenty of skill in dosing out impact and noise ("Rat"), rage and passion concealing a certain existential spleen ("Decay"), bluesy crypts from which we hear breathless harmonicas (yet determined to sell themselves dearly!) duking it out with scorching post-nuclear garage rock ("No Chance", "Ghost"), and infernal roundelays from which spring possessed riffs mixed with ever more desperate, agonized screams ("Pigeon"). So consistent in carrying forward the banner of noise-rock that you can't help but turn a blind eye, focusing instead on Chris Spencer's feral blasts and constipated delivery, on Vincent Signorelli's geometric scaffolding, not to mention the round yet sinister figures carved out by Dave Curran's bass.

Collisions that clatter and bleed, squandering hope, subverting optimism and worshipping ruin. Pressing relentlessly on through grim urban scenarios, the Motörhead/King Snake Roost hybrid of "Don't", the desert ballad that explodes and implodes in "Stuck", and the Cows-like bite of "Roach" pave the way for the cover of "Ha Ha Ha", with which we leap back in time: Flipper, 1981.

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17/05/2012