Tizi coi muscoli pompati e pose da gangster che trattano le donne come se fossero oggetti e invitano a “diventare ricchi o morire provandoci” infilando un insulto sessista o omofobo ogni cinque parole mentre la telecamera che riprende le loro mosse stereotipate per il prossimo video da trasmettere su MTV inquadra auto di lusso, party vanesi, catenoni d’oro e abbigliamento di marca: era questa l’idea che avevo della scena hip hop nella seconda metà degli anni ’90 fino a buona parte del primo decennio di questo nuovo millennio, finchè ho scoperto artisti e gruppi che con certi cliché non hanno nulla a che fare.
Un’altro mondo del quale fanno parte anche i Moscow Death Brigade, gruppo hardcore-hip hop che si è fatto un nome nella scena underground russa- e non solo. Composta da elementi provenienti dalla scena punk e hardcore, la band si distingue non solo per i testi politici che riflettono in modo critico sulla realtà sociale e la vita quotidiana in Russia, ma anche per l’attivismo dei suoi membri coinvolti in progetti quali Food Not Bombs, manifestazioni antifasciste e antirazziste, supporto ai compagni incarcerati ed alle famiglie delle vittime delle violenze neonaziste, iniziative contro la brutalità poliziesca e la repressione statale. I concerti dei Moscow Death Brigade in Russia e in altre ex repubbliche dell’URSS sono spesso accompagnati da minacce da parte dei neonazisti e dalla presenza di polizia antisommossa. Nell’anno appena iniziato la band sarà in tour insieme ai What We Feel:
(Testo tradotto dal russo all’inglese da BlacKronstadt, che è anche l’autore dell’ottimo blog RABM):
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Heroes do exist in this world, they’re here near us
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But your sight passes by them, dimmed by propaganda.
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Behind the mess of decay, through the hell smoke of mass media
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They commit the feats, asking no reward
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The paradise of a glamour world, streams of lies from the TV screen –
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Consume it until your eyes would sore like rotten wounds
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Swallow it! – says the dealer – Because you must!
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Just another golden calf leads the herd
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Of TV idiots, narco-clowns from the nightclubs,
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Venal “patriots” and gibbering “truthsayers”
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Silicone lips, greasy face…
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Do you want your daughter to be like them? To sell out yourself?
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And there are another “heroes”:
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On a frontline with stars on their shoulder straps,
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Listening to the screeching siren, they’re shepherds of Babylon’s herd (a reference to widespread police brutality and injustice – B.K.)
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Set the sound on TV more louder to drown out the moans.
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These are the new icons, the examples to follow,
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To writhe in ecstatic adoration.
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They’ll teach you to be trendy, to keep up with fashion –
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Dealer, Antikiller (a movie reference: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0325005/ – B.K.), a 1000 tonns of cardboard monsters
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Heroes do exist in this world, they’re here near us
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But your sight passes by them, dimmed by propaganda.
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Behind the mess of decay, through the hell smoke of mass media
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They commit the feats, asking no reward
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Divide et impera, this law is older than world –
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Every segment of consumerism has its idols.
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No matter if you’re “guardian of a nation” or a hardcore junkie –
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There’s only one puppet master, everything goes in one mouth, in one wallet.
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The opium of mass media dictates you whom to be proud of,
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Who deserves the respect – come on, memorize their faces!
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Got insomnia again? Reach for the remote control,
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Feed the addiction in your brain, join the cult!
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Blind worship, a whole generation standing on knees,
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Heroes are only on the TV screen, you’ll forever remain in their shadow,
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Tycoons’ children, thieves, pimps, cops –
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They’ll get mountains of gold, you’ll get only a bullet in your head
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Stories about drugs, guns, nightclubs,
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Money and success built on blood.
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These “colossal spirits” teach you to kill for fun,
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To solve the moral questions as easy as cracking nuts
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Heroes do exist in this world, they’re here near us
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But your sight passes by them, dimmed by propaganda.
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Behind the mess of decay, through the hell smoke of mass media
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They commit the feats, asking no reward
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The luxury-satiated bitches are going crazy with boredom,
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But this track is for those who never lay down their hands,
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Who does not give up despite the verdict of doctors,
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Who reached the fatal line but is going for his dream ’til the end;
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For single mothers who raise their children
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Despite the poverty, problems and government lies.
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Life is getting more and more filthy, injustice burns our eyelids,
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But the strong conviction and perseverance can even stop the rivers to flow.
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It’s for those who didn’t forgot the heritage of our fathers,
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Who didn’t chose the easy but curvy road of scoundrels
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Who didn’t betray his calling and his oath to live for people,
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It’s for firefighters, rescue workers, medics, teachers –
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For those who spend the day in work, and get up before dawn
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Who kill the health at three jobs to raise a family,
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Who forget their life for the sake of duty…
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It’s hard to save yourself, but too easy to lose!
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Heroes do exist in this world, they’re here near us
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But your sight passes by them, dimmed by propaganda.
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Behind the mess of decay, through the hell smoke of mass media
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They commit the feats, asking no reward