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Davide composed all lyrics. prevalenza di nero has the nicest sentence of the mini-cd. and that electric piano you can hear at the beginning of the song, is played by davide. guitars are arranged by enzo and davide. icaro sounds like a cavalcata (horse ride). the final part is robi's, naturlich. scatole are not boxes, really. it's an old robi's song when he played in 102 truffe, but with a different lyric and completely re-arranged. try and get into these stanze (rooms) , the music you can hear is cgb's: you can shout as long as you please that...'I look for myself in another place again'. guitar riff of tosca, the little dog who's gone away, was composed by beck. Toscanini (so he was called) has now never ending fields to run and run and run...
we recorded it at Thomas's in Torre Paponi (IM) during the first days of may 2006. Then Enzo thought about mixing it, doing his work. it took 35 hours i think... hehehe..once it used to take two hours to record 10 cuts and two hours to get them mixed.
Lorenza and Thomas offered us a delicious dinner. Andrea has grown up in an unbelievable way. Time goes by so fast. Well..better than this we couldn't do. To those who'll happen to listen to it: if you let us know what you do think about it, it'll be a nice thing to us.
We're helped by Max of SanMartin Records in production: Turbojugend aus Turin!
in stanze you can listen to cgb like this:
beck_guitar
davide_vocals, additional guitars
robi_bass
enzo 'rotox'_drums, additional guitars, vocals
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| Written by Scott - www.strangereaction.com | |
| Sunday, 05 November 2006 | |
| CGB Stanze EP San Martin Records |
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| One of the better bands I've never heard of, CGB (Crime Gang Bang) started out in 1987 and have been pushing forward ever since. I admit to not being as aware of Italian hardcore as North American, but this is some good shit. Their latest EP, "Stanze", is 5 tracks of polished old-school hardcore with some odd musical inserts including the opening track's piano and some slower rhythm sections that jump back into a thrash beat out of nowhere. This record is currently on repeat at my house, short but great. I'll definitely be seeking out their older records. |
testi:
01 prevalenza di nero (prevalence of black)
once again, once again
i signed this skin, carved
for ever with undeletable ink,
get to stay forever inside my flesh
inside my head, that sometimes forgets.
I'll watch it with love and hate,
this sometimes positive feeling,
sometimes. Hate for all the things
that didnt go the right way. get slower and stop
explosions, i see things in a different light, more clear
in all this prevalence of black
all this prevalence of black
It's the bitter honey of unsure things that digs and makes
you bleed, but what comes out is sweet warm blood
in all this prevalence of black.
02 scatole (boxes)
welcome to the memory room,
welcome to my memory room,
among brown millboard boxes
smelling of travel, of desolation, of not anymore.
boxes containing memories,
piled up one upon the other -
boxes gathering moments
that won’t come back.
boxes to put away what you were,
how the sounds were
and the colors, and how the others were.
i keep everything by me, tight,
being afraid to never belong to something
that’s just flown away.
03 icaro (icarus)
always in that room, once again, far away from you,
i feel those smells, held out hands,
red eyes on me,
once again once again you’ll choose... breathe...
how many pins, how many blades,
some tongues are like razors,
how many false conditions,
how many quick conclusions.
fists clenched but not too much,
leave open the door you know,
lift your chin, watch the wind and your naivety,
now you’ve got untied wings,
may a good wind accompany you.
04 tosca
useless are these thousand explanations
of a white over-all when you’ve decided to leave already.
senseless are efforts and questions
when you’re already thinking
about another place far from here.
vain those 'i could do like that',
when your eyes are cast over.
last memory a toothless snout,
a spaceman cover and the cold steel around you.
changings in the air, rooms get empty,
grey hair falling, drops falling from red eyes.
05 stanze (rooms)
rooms smelling of identities
stolen by someone else -
we belong to what surrounds us - embraces -
part of ourselves - hanging - and maybe everywhere.
rooms sheltered by chimeras
who alternate undisturbed,
ready to leave towards another place -
losing bearings with eyes wide open.
rooms that is like sinking -
coming out, not being here.
I tremble, cry, don’t forget, I try -
I look for myself in another place again.
Feel my dead eyes, I watch with trembling hands,
I look for myself in another place again.