Cripple Bastards / Patareni 10″
release date:
1996
LINE-UP:
Songs 1–6:
Giulio the Bastard – vocals
Alberto the Crippler – guitar
Michele Hoffman – drums
Songs 7–10:
Giulio the Bastard – vocals
Alberto the Crippler – guitar
Paolo Arturo – drums
Eduardo ‘o’ Brazil – bass
Song 11:
IMPACT + Giulio the Bastard guest on vocals
Label: Havin’ A Spazz Records
> Released in 1996, no cat. #, 1500 copies (white, transparent blue, transparent green wax)
> Some rare copies with misprinted envelope-style cover
> 1 xeroxed A3 insert with band infos + long article (in Italian); some copies had extra page by CB
> Songs 1–6 recorded 1993 at Michele’s practice room
> Songs 7–10 recorded live @ BuBu7Te, Firenze, 18/11/1995
> Song 11 recorded live @ Leoncavallo, Milano, 23/9/1995
This 10″ is the official re-edition (with extra trax) of the CB / Patareni Split 7″ released by Regurgitated Semen Records. Both bands agreed to license a re-issue, as there were many rumors about unauthorized repressings and people selling the original EP at excessive prices. EP tracks have been re-equalized/re-mastered, nearly 50% of bonus unreleased stuff on each side, new cover art, enhanced layout, etc. CB side: 6 tracks from the 1993 split, 4 recorded live in Firenze (Chaos Barrage fest), final track live at Leoncavallo with GTB guesting with Impact – a killer session!
This edition has become a collector’s item. The insert’s reverse side featured a story of police brutality at a birthday fest in Samobor, Croatia. No English version available, only Italian. Some versions included an added statement from CB on the DIY scene.
TRACKLIST
Victims of society, victims of society,
you continue to pay – suffering without talk.
Existing to recycle superiors’ will/thoughts.
Life in general.
Commentary:
Frantic crowds of suit and tie idiots,
and the sickening threat of being like them,
trapped into their aseptic models.
“Earnestness”
– something I can’t call freedom… too rigid.
“Ratiocination”
…but where’s a smile among those upset screens,
always standing on the same old picture: money.
Disagreeable selections:
– you die in comfortable emptiness /
– I live my tragic oddness, alone but free.
originally written by KING CRIMSON,
get their records and find the lyrics there
Commentary:
Invisible chip of emotions projected in the human sphere,
uncertainty or sadness are the only reactions of a fanciful mind;
Sense of perversion, aggressive hate…
stagnant feelings entangled in sinews.
My brain’s wrapped by hydrophobic webs.
Your plastic existence will conduct it near the nervous breakdown.
My conformity would mean complete annihilation, mental blackout.
Suicide left as the ultimate act of freedom, escape. But no, not for you.
WHERE PEOPLE SEE A PROMISING FUTURE
I CAN ONLY DISCERN AN ENDLESS ABYSS.
(just a few parts of this commentary constitute the words in the song)
originally written by INDIGESTI,
check the lyrics on their “Sguardo realtà” CD
this one has no lyrics/words. GTB screams carelessly.
Voice can be an instrument too. “Grimcorpses” is the name
of our earlier band, back in 1987, when we were 13/15 years old
and we used to rehearse in a dusty room at the top of a gristmill.
This song belongs to those tragic/peaceful days.
(never edited before this website!
written by GTB & yugoslavian kids back in the ’80s!)
Bane Mitevski, stize junaka iz Kumanovo.
Bane = frka, Bane = Kumanovo.
Bane nam je dao obecanije jednog dana
necu se tuci, necu piti
Isti dan prebijo je neki mladi Siptar
zbog limenku piva
i zavrsijo kod pandura!!
de si Bane, ima jos masu Siptara da gazis
Kumanovo, frka, osveta. Vrati se junak
vrati se nam stari drugar – nasa borba nema kraju
Bane = frka, Bane = Kumanovo.
Per quello che valgono le vostre azioni…
cicatrici sul cranio – ossa spezzate.
Non posso contare sulla vostra “difesa”
perché solo violenza é ciò che create.
Polizia, polizia…
razza da estinguere, razza da estinguere!!
Finding myself the connection,
the perfect key to interpret your lies.
My mind invades
Inventing an own private philosophy,
my brain selects nourishing thoughts.
My mind invades
A rabid dog breaks his chains – MY MIND INVADES
A rabid dog breaks his chains – MY MIND INVADES
Tu, porco egoista
incastrato nella noia dei tuoi piccoli valori,
ingrassato dal privilegio di essere schiavo,
preferisci esser scannato piuttosto che reagire.
E non pensi che qualcuno abbia diritto a vivere,
lontano dagli sporchi pregiudizi
di un infimo “proletario” merdoso come te.
Come lo vedi il tuo futuro??
Come lo vedi il tuo futuro??
É sempre rose e fiori per un inutile codardo
marcire dietro il ciclo sistematico
di una catena di montaggio?
Vivi per difendere un massacratissimo stipendio.
Muori con alle spalle il vuoto più completo.
originally written by IMPACT
check the lyrics on their “80-87” CD