Råmangelös
Vad som gjort och fortsätter göra Napalm Death så jävla mycket mer lyssningsbart än det mesta annat i sin genre är att de låter som ett gäng radioaktiva mutanpunkare inlåsta i en futuristisk cementblandare och samtidigt hittar svänget mitt i malströmmen. Napalm Death är inte främmande för att slänga in en oväntad saxofon(!) eller mässande domedagskörer i manglet, fast utan att det känns alltför sökt i meningen att överraska lyssnaren bara för sakens skull.
Kort sagt kan man väl säga att Utilitarian fortsätter i mångt och mycket där Time Waits For No Slave slutade och det är lika ursinnigt som alltid. Uppskattas.
Sweeping the void like sin,
Treachery penetrates my skin,
Serpent shapes in the depths -Obsolete acts of kindness
The wolf
The wolf I feed,
In cloaks of decency,
The wolves,
The wolves I feed,
Invoke the blessings of peace
Supply lines of the swarm,
Ensuring danger and harm,
As the first wave diminishes,
Depleted stronghold vanishing
The wolf,
The wolf I feed,
In cloaks of decency,
The wolves,
The wolves I feed,
Provoke war-waged capacities
The wolf I feed,
To ward off wildfires,
Blind alleys lead,
Violating cease-fires,
Domain of the parish,
That march in Eden,
Corridors of sadness,
Embrace the madness
Truths Transcend time,
Beyond the stones of destiny,
Celestial landmines,
Of sacred geometry
A wake up call,
Traverse the wilderness,
Death by design,
With cosmic significance
Immobilized in it's path,
Bearing the bulk of the burden,
Authoritarian trails between,
The colony and queen
The wolf,
The wolf I feed,
Outweighed, policed and rationed,
The Wolves,
The wolves I feed,
Our liberties seized and blackened
Treachery penetrates my skin,
Serpent shapes in the depths -Obsolete acts of kindness
The wolf
The wolf I feed,
In cloaks of decency,
The wolves,
The wolves I feed,
Invoke the blessings of peace
Supply lines of the swarm,
Ensuring danger and harm,
As the first wave diminishes,
Depleted stronghold vanishing
The wolf,
The wolf I feed,
In cloaks of decency,
The wolves,
The wolves I feed,
Provoke war-waged capacities
The wolf I feed,
To ward off wildfires,
Blind alleys lead,
Violating cease-fires,
Domain of the parish,
That march in Eden,
Corridors of sadness,
Embrace the madness
Truths Transcend time,
Beyond the stones of destiny,
Celestial landmines,
Of sacred geometry
A wake up call,
Traverse the wilderness,
Death by design,
With cosmic significance
Immobilized in it's path,
Bearing the bulk of the burden,
Authoritarian trails between,
The colony and queen
The wolf,
The wolf I feed,
Outweighed, policed and rationed,
The Wolves,
The wolves I feed,
Our liberties seized and blackened
Satan i gatan vad det svänger! :)