Unutarnji Rat by Nepoštovanje I Glupo: A Sonic Molotov Cocktail
Let’s cut the crap—this album isn’t for everyone. Unutarnji Rat (translation: "Civil War") is a grinding, chaotic mess of industrial noise that punches you in the gut and spits on your shoes. Released in 2014 via Total Black, this Canadian beast doesn’t care about your feelings or whether you “get it.” It just exists raw, ugly, and unapologetic.
The opening track, I, kicks off like an air raid siren stuck in a blender. The distorted loops hit hard enough to make your ears bleed while some glitchy static creeps in like feedback from another dimension. You can almost feel the cold basement where this was probably recorded—no fancy studio vibes here. This track sticks with me because there’s no escape; it forces you into its dystopian headspace and locks the door behind you. By the time it ends, you’re either gasping for breath or reaching for the volume knob.
Then there’s III, which feels like someone took all their rage and frustration and dumped it directly onto tape. The layers of abrasive sounds are relentless, but somehow they coalesce into something hypnotic. Around the halfway mark, a low-frequency drone emerges, vibrating through your chest like a warning signal. It’s the kind of thing that makes you wonder if the artist had a meltdown mid-recording—and kept rolling anyway. That rawness? Yeah, that’s why it stays lodged in my brain.
Genres like electronic and non-music don’t even begin to cover what’s happening here. Industrial and noise are closer to the truth, but even those labels feel too clean for the filth Nepoštovanje I Glupo churns out. And let’s not forget BW’s artwork—it’s as bleak and stripped-down as the music itself, adding to the overall sense of despair.
So yeah, Unutarnji Rat isn’t exactly dinner party material unless your friends are into self-inflicted auditory torture. But damn, it’s real. No polish, no apologies, just pure sonic aggression. Listening to this album feels like staring into the void—and realizing the void stares back.
Final thought? If this record were a person, it’d be banned from every bar in town. But hey, maybe that’s exactly what the world needs right now—a little chaos to shake things up.
