4:17 mark.
Everyone has experienced that moment in their life when things get too real. That first time you watch Requiem For A Dream for example, or maybe that moment when you realize you aren't a kid anymore. The first time I heard Dystopia is one of those moments in my life. This eponymous release just so happened to be their last, and the first I had heard of them unfortunately. Wanting to make up for lost time, I dove right in.
What happened over the next 33 minutes was rather unsettling, and a bit unnerving as well. The record immediately set the tone with a sampled monologue by Eckhart Tolle, ranting on about how mankind continually poisons the present by looking too far into the future. That present suffering will some day pay big dividends, if we can just make it through until then.
For some this mindset either works for them or they fake it and self medicate, and then there are people who just self medicate. The particular track I have chosen begins with a sample of a heroin addict explaining his habit to an unidentified person. The man explains how as his addiction progressed, his money ran out, his friends money ran out and then he ran out of friends. Singer Dino Sommese growls and wails, vocal chords throbbing with anger. Some might say the lyrics are a bit insensitive towards the disease of addiction, and that may be true.
But to me, it sounds like grief. Words pouring forth in frustration and sorrow at the body laid out in front of him, either on a morgue slab, an open casket or maybe even the living room floor. The pain of not being able to save someone who didn't want to be saved. You cannot help someone who does not want to be helped. This is a horrible truth and this record is chocked full of horrible truth.
What happened over the next 33 minutes was rather unsettling, and a bit unnerving as well. The record immediately set the tone with a sampled monologue by Eckhart Tolle, ranting on about how mankind continually poisons the present by looking too far into the future. That present suffering will some day pay big dividends, if we can just make it through until then.
For some this mindset either works for them or they fake it and self medicate, and then there are people who just self medicate. The particular track I have chosen begins with a sample of a heroin addict explaining his habit to an unidentified person. The man explains how as his addiction progressed, his money ran out, his friends money ran out and then he ran out of friends. Singer Dino Sommese growls and wails, vocal chords throbbing with anger. Some might say the lyrics are a bit insensitive towards the disease of addiction, and that may be true.
But to me, it sounds like grief. Words pouring forth in frustration and sorrow at the body laid out in front of him, either on a morgue slab, an open casket or maybe even the living room floor. The pain of not being able to save someone who didn't want to be saved. You cannot help someone who does not want to be helped. This is a horrible truth and this record is chocked full of horrible truth.
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