Review: Infamia – Self Titled

The new album by Infamia from Modena

To the sound of drums and guitars, we are introduced and welcomed to this new homonymous test of Infamia from Modena. Heirs of the Italian hardcore punk tradition of the eighties (but with obvious metal influences, you can not censor it), they are rough, raw, cynical, aggressive and committed against this society of appearances and injustices. They describe themselves on their Facebook page as dark hardcore and death punk, definitions that fit the complex, given the gloomy colors of some songs, such as “Noi siamo i morti” (which speaks of exploitation, slavery and homologation), “Tenebre padane” and “Insonnia”, titles that express everything but joy of living. The aesthetics of the band are the same as those of the Tragedy/Witch Hunt crust groups, which are also very unhappy. The lyrics cannot but receive the praise of existentialist punks (in particular “L’aria che tira”) who, even if there are more or less no substantial news, are better than average and are well accompanied by the base. Moreover, they are understandable and clear, and this is very but very well since of the half of the hardcore bands listened to in the last months I have not understood a thing, as far as the topics are concerned. Also some appreciated technical test, as in “Spleen”, which accompanies the depression sung beautifully.
Short story: anarcho-punk, born in 2003 as Kattiva Kompagnia*. They played a bit around, mainly in T.A.Z. and places occupied (daje, bravi), even abroad.
There’s nothing to say, daje Infamia, it would take a few more bands with this shot and a few less trappers.

P.S. important: “Infamia hate priests”

I’m glad that they’ve changed their name also because putting the K’s instead of the C’s in the name is no longer original since the U.S. revolutionaries in the sixties began to write “Amerikkka” as a criticism of the racist and reactionary policies of the government (KKK as the Ku Klux Klan). Can we go beyond this puerile aesthetic habit? It sucks, but a flood of bands with names surrounded by K’s and as original as Sbirulino’s stumbling continue to appear.

Reviewed by Alessio Ecoretti