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![](/img/blank.gif) "Morning Star" в свое время объявили не иначе как "возвращением Entombed к металлу". Хотя не сказать, чтобы они куда-то из него отлучались... Просто на данной пластинке, наконец-то, гитары прописаны именно так, как то и должно бы, да и ритмы стали куда стройнее, окончательно избавившись от былой расхлябанности. Ну а если уж серьезно разбирать материал по составляющим, то несложно понять, что сторонние влияния, примеси от панк-рока или корневого тяжеленного ритм-н-блюза, отлично прощупываются и в данной работе.
Есть у меня подозрение, что во второй половине девяностых эти шведы слишком уж увлеклись двумя первыми составляющими бессмертной формулы "трэш, угар и содомия". Трэш (тот, который trash) и угар - это, конечно, хорошо, но безотказно действуют они только на живых выступлениях. В случае же со студийными альбомами переизбыток того и другого вполне может привести к тому, что релиз будет восприниматься не иначе как стёбное произведение категории "B". И, в принципе, правильные шаги Entombed предприняли еще на "Uprising", но последнему, в сравнении с "Утренней Звездой", недоставало разнообразия. На данном же альбоме последнее соблюдено и в большом, и в малом - наши герои вообще выжали из дэт-н-ролла в самой широкой его трактовке практически все мыслимые и немыслимые соки. Брутальные и качевые номера. Брутальные и скоростные номера (вроде "Ensemble Of The Restless"). Композиции со сложной динамикой. Почти что ортодоксально рок-н-ролльные песни ("About To Die"), отличающиеся разве что очень уж жестким саундом и грубым вокалом. Тягучий суицидальный психодел ("Mental Twin") и почти G.B.H.-ные анархистские вальсы. Ну а конкретно в аранжировках найдется место и эпизодическим клавишным, и столь же эпизодической акустической гитаре, и предельно лаконичным "чистоголосым" эпизодам - всё в формате перчинок, приятно дополняющих общий вкус. Ну и да, это демонстрация того, что Entombed прекрасно знают о существовании музыкального мира и за пределами своего личного виски-водка-трактира. Знают, но не считают слишком уж активное заимствование нот или целых мелодий из него для собственного, кхм, купажа уместным.
Признаться честно, "Morning Star" устраивает меня даже больше, чем "Wolverine Blues" с его незабываемой "Hollowman". Здесь нет неуместно звучащих в данном антураже реликтов, принадлежащих изначальной, плоть от плоти дэтовой эпохе творчества группы. И ритмы, как было уже упомянуто, стройнее, и риффы не "наползают" друг на друга. А главное - в отличие от чистого дэта, где важен максималистский запал, ярость (в какой-то степени - и сугубо молодежная энергетика, подпитываемая неприятием окружающей действительности), в рок-н-ролле (вне зависимости от того, каким словом в этой конструкции мы заменяем "рок") возраст чаще всего делает исполнителей только краше. Чем более проспиртован их организм и чем больше седых волос в их бородах - тем честнее и убедительнее становится каждая извлеченная ими нота. Быть может, не до конца понятно, как, но главное, что это действительно работает. |
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Phosphoros
Lucifer
Say it!
Chief Rebel Angel
Phosphoros
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star
Don't get too cocky, keep yourself small
Don't ever let them see you coming
Look at me, underestimated from day one
You never see me coming, I'm a surprise
Solid my game
We're one and the same
The chaos, the being
And the everlasting flame
[chorus]
Watching, waiting
Holding my breath
But I'm no pupppeteer
The stage is set, you pull your own strings now
Like butterfly wings
Once they're touched they never leave the ground
No,
I don't make things happen here
[chorus]
Phosphoros
Lucifer
Say my name
2. I For An Eye
God is waiting, always hating
Endlessly
Loss of life means nothing now
That everything is free
Never in your wildest dreams could you anticipate this loss
impotent redeemer hanging helpless on the cross
I for an eye, tooth for a truth
Pain in kind
Try to see things straight
The hate has made you blind
Inbred soul cries out in anguish
Nightmare ended, life surrended
Spent a lifetime shooting up
But still they drag you down
Deliberate infliction
From a whiter shade of brown
I for an eye, tooth for a truth
Spinal staircase
Comprehension sets in violent embrace
I for an eye, tooth for a truth
Pain in kind
Manic,
Always searching what you'll never find
(You're blind)
3. Bringer Of Light
Listen
No-one knows
True evil never shows
You cannot see it's face
True evil travels without trace
No, it never dies
Always on the rise
Evil this good need no disguise
Shit-caked
Moral slide
Soul-sized token entry ride
No, it never dies
A modern hell is an enterprise
[chorus:]
At the head of all tables
Bringer of light
Here I am
I'm your man
I will kill you if I must
I will help you if I can
I'm your man
At the head of all tables
Here I am
I'm your man
I will help you if I must
I will kill you if I can
It'a a cosmic gag reel
Life turning on itself
Cathedral-sized egos
Empty top shelves
The rules are set in opposition
It's the goof of all times
Schoolgirls selling sex
At intermission
It's ok, it's not a crime
I give you pleasure
Fulfill every need
I take the bricks out of the briefcase
I set this whole thing free
I am your man
[chorus]
4. Ensemble Of The Restless
Uncivilize
Destroy our youth
There's no end of this shocking truth
Reinforcements of postponed sell outs
We're all starving
And full of doubts
No, no ground of truth
No, no foundations
What's this coming to
Hail, hail the devastation
Is it the truth or your image?
That makes your life worth living
You're in love with a dream
Of an image not giving
Take out their palace and burn their flags
You're all dying in your dress rehearsal rags
Reinforcements
We're more than less
An auto-pilot
Ensemble of the restless
No, no ground of truth
No, no foundations
What's this coming to
Hail, hail the devastation
Is it the truth or your image?
That makes your life worth living
You're in love with a dream
Of an image not giving
They don't like us around here
They hate us everywhere
We'll deny nothing
We hate each other
Openly
5. Out Of Heaven
Selling sin is easy
Tainted empty v
Your eyes are heavy by the things you see
An uncontrolled addiction
You're all hooked up
A lost generation that's all corrupt
Why don't you know that you're all being sold
Chased out of heaven
Down into the hole
You don't know
Life it ain't that easy
Living on your knees
Your eyes been blinded
Doing everything to please
Empty V religion
Requires no response
It makes up your opinion more than once
Are you really for sale?
you have not yet failed
Why don't you know that you're all being sold
Chased out of heaven
Down into the hole
You don't know
Charismatic Selflessness
Fall out of your role
You don't know
Check out your colors
In your feeding frenzy soul
All hooked up
Drifting out of focus
In and out of control
All corrupt
Check from Heaven
Now feeding the hole
No response
Are you really for sale
You have not yet failed
Charismatic Selflessness
Fall out of your role
You don't know
Check out your colors
In your feeding frenzy soul
All corrupt
Drifting out of focus
In and out of control
No response
Check from heaven
Now feeding the hole
Copy Imitate Mechanical
No heart Fall in Don't stand out
Machinery Sell-out
6. Young Man Nihilist
Young man, atheist
There's someone there
You can't see in lights
Young man, Naturalist
Your eyes are heavy
From sleepless nights
Feed the conflict into your head
Young man, atlas
There are places
Without ground of reality
Young man nihilist
Dematerialize
The prediction of insanity
Just feed the conflict into your head
Freedom is just a state of mind
Asleep with dead eyes open
Affraid to put the words onto paper
Affraid of the gates
About to crack open
Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru
Are you north or south bound?
It's all up to you
It's so up to you
Just feed the conflict into your head
Freedom is just a state of mind
Asleep with dead eyes open
Affraid to put the words onto paper
Affraid of the gates
About to crack open
Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru
Are you north or south bound?
It's all up to you
It's so up to you
7. Year One Now
Take out the failures
Erase the existence
Break down the values
Break down the system
No, can't co-exist
It's year one now
No, can't co-exist
It's year one now
Sadistic solutions to mankind's abortion
Wipe out the traces of historic creations
No, can't co-exist
It's year one now
No, can't co-exist
It's year one now
Die die die die
Kill kill kill kill
Die die die die
Kill kill kill kill
8. Fractures
This is my opinion
These are my demands
It is my new face
It's where I stand
This is not a lecture to increase your wealth
And it's not a permit to only think for yourself
I'd like to see you corrected
I'd like to see you destroyed
What is not believd in
I'm glad to be of use
What is not in need for
Still a bit obtuse
My independence is my dependence
It's my only option
It's all that makes sense
Your basic standards
The thorn in your side
The technology that you're imprisoned by
I'd like to see you corrected
I'd like to see you destroyed
What is not believd in
I'm glad to be of use
What is not in need for
Still a bit obtuse
What is not believed in
In these fractured skulls
What is not in need for
Of these poor old gulls
9. When It Hits Home
Greed
It's really no mystery
Where these people come from is so fucking plain to see
They fist-fuck the planet and smile
And lick their fingers clean
Hey
You're better than all the rest
You're god's special creature
Intelligence at it's best
You fist-suck the planet in style
And lick your fingers clean
But now you wake up in a pile of shit
Gone is the dream
[Chorus:]
And you scream but there's no-one there
You got to pay your own fare
Your dick is sore and you're all alone
Hurts like hell when it hits home
Now, listen
Prepare to suck cock in hell
It's really not all that bad once you get past the smell
You fist-fucked the planet and smiled
And licked your fingers clean
As gods come and go
You did not make the winning team
[chorus]
You're god's special little creature
10. City Of Ghosts
Born and predicted
To always be wrong
The same old bullshit
The same old song
Familliar patterns
Familliar hosts
The city's crowded with the sideshow ghosts
The city of refugees
They're all in fatigue
You're all bullshit of the same old league
Familliar patterns
Familliar hosts
The city's crowded with the sideshow ghosts
City of ghosts
11. About To Die
I am the machine
I am the insect
I am the one you least suspect
I am the cancer in your soul
Better treat me with respect
The moment you saw me you knew you were in shit
You hate me all the time you can
And your tomorrow is gonna be a drag
Go on and scream while you still can
Cuz you're about to die
Die, you know it
You're about to die, die
I'm the unbalance
I'm the terror
In your made up atmosphere
I'm the disturbance of the universe
Your constant living fear
You're about to die
Die, you're about to die
I am and I shall be to the end
Can you spend your life like this?
You're crying like a woman
When you're about to die
die, just fucking die
12. Mental Twin
Me and myself
We're not one of you
We have an alibi to always get thru
Me and myself
My mentor and guide
You're my tormentor
Always by my side
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward, downward
Instrument evil mental twin
Me and myself
We're king, yeah, we're kong
We will let you down
When you're weak we are strong
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward, downward
Infernal evil mental twin
Me and myself
We do what we claim
We mean what we say
Only shreds will remain