Nou Món 7" (LUNGS​-​061)

by UNA BÈSTIA INCONTROLABLE

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UNA BÈSTIA INCONTROLABLE - Nou Món 7" w/ download (LUNGS-061)
Two brand new long awaited songs to follow up last year's incredible "Observant Com El Món Es Destrueix" LP on La Vida Es Un Mus. UBI have managed, working so smoothly it almost seems effortless, to make music that is timelessly familiar and crackling with modern energy. Anthemic industrial tinged hardcore punk with an anarcho slant from Barcelona. Truly, music of the people for the people. One of the best bands going these days. Ring, ring, don't miss this call.
Black or orange vinyl comes packaged in a heavy feltweave sleeve in the style of our other singles from this series (PHT, Column Of Heaven, Gag, Flesh World...).

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released August 10, 2014

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Track Name: Nou Món
Nou món / New world
Ferides obertes que mai se li curaran. El soroll del metall com
es va doblegant. Òxid, barres, tubs i cargols, ferro al seu cap.
Enemics transformats el perseguiran. Junts emprendran camins nous,
destruiran la ciutat. És la por a mostrar-se tal com és. La violència que
habita en ell. El seu cos no respon com abans. És el seu nou món.

His open wounds that will never heal. The sound of metal bending.
Rust, bars, pipes and screws, iron in his head. Transformed enemies
will chase him. Together they will start down new paths and destroy
the city. It’s the fear of showing himself as he is. The violence inside him.
His body does not respond as before. It's his new world.
Track Name: Cinturons, Genolls, Vidres I Cossos
Cinturons, genolls, vidres i cossos / Belts, knees, glasses and bodies
Cinturons negres clavats a l'esquena. Genolls de sang dibuixats
al terra. Vidres trencats, marques a la pell, i cossos atrapats rebent
cops de pedres. Un record, un malson, un calfred que sempre torna.
Un desig, oblidar, una ferida que mai curarà.

Black belts nailed on your back. Bloody knees drawn on the floor.
Broken pieces of glass, marks on your skin. And the seized bodies
taking stone hits. A memory, a nightmare, a shiver that always come
back. A desire to forget, a wound that will never heal.