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Ох уж как я не любил и не люблю группы с двумя и более свободными вокалистами! И в самом деле, довольно трудно отбросить свой сцептицизм по отношению к подобным коллективам, учитывая тот факт, что ничего хорошего мне до этого из подобных команд не попадалось. Поэтому к творениям мальтийцев Abysmal Torment я подходил изначально весьма критически, даже несмотря на их прописку на выпускавшем в то время стабильно качественную продукцию андеграундном лейбле Brutal Bands. Итак, команда состоит из пяти человек, два из которых не заняты игрой на каком-либо инструменте. Мальтийцы взяли курс на жесткий дэт с элементами грайндкора, весьма близкий к американскому бруталу. Основной каркас музыки составляют высокоскоростная и очень напористая ритм-секция с характерным кастрюльным звуком рабочего барабана, плотными и упругими бочками и басами. По общему впечатлению в работе ритм-секции есть что-то общее с американской группой Brodequin, разве что скорости и техники тут все же поменьше. На эту самую основу нанизаны низкочастотные гитары, выдающие весьма техничные (хоть и не самые навороченные) риффы и агрессивный гроулинг с возникающими периодически скримингом и гуттуральными бульканиями. Чтобы дать небольшое представление о стилистике команды, можно сказать о сильном влиянии на Abysmal Torment, помимо вышеназванных Brodequin, их же земляков Beheaded. Не у всякой команды даже при более достойных технических параметрах удается создать что-то интересное, но Abysmal Torment удачно совместили все вышеназванные веяния, и в итоге получился по-настоящему сильный альбом, готовый на равных спорить с брутальной американской дэт-сценой. Дэт-грайнд этих мальтийцев впечатляет своей тяжестью, живостью и напором. Сыроватое и даже с оттенком некоторой "ржавчины", очень жесткое и глубокое звучание идеально подходит под материал "Epoch Of Metodical Carnage", создавая воистину адскую атаку на уши металхэда. Здесь можно встретить все, что пожелает душа любителя экстремального метала: и олдскульные дэтовые фрагменты, и столь популярный в наше время слэмокач, и грайндовый забой. Не зря в конце последней композиции сказаны слова "Congratulations! You are still alive" - очень емко! А уж про такую мелочь, как два свободных вокалиста, во время прослушивания даже и не приходится вспоминать. Отдельный респект ударнику Wayne Wella (R.I.P.), глупо погибшему от несчастного случая в 2010 году. Ведь немалая доля впечатлений от альбома остается от его очень живой и энергичной игры, благодаря которой музыка Abysmal Torment обретает дополнительную долю зверства. Очень сильный релиз, достойный быть в коллекции каждого дэтстера, а также всех тех, кому не чужд экстремальный метал. |
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Consumed and put out by tears that blood has shed
All around losing substance giving way to numbness
Where in others what springs is fear of the unknown
In essence irrational but still hard to subjugate
Bleak prospect of finding any sense at all
Betrayed from the start by my very nature
Fruit of centuries of regenerating in suppression
Absurd inhibitions shackled higher insurrection
Incoherent ideas sculpted to spread dismay and guilt
For crimes that aren't, in my core I seek to ravish
Lapsing in lower state while drifting in a sea of languor
Demise is all I can perceive among this horde
Vacillating like tired birds amid ferocious hail
Sipping untold mystery diseased born of fear
Raping dispoiling whatever pure still stands
Adulterated by slithering concealed snakes
Sinuously in motion allure to feeble emotion
Envenomed dragged to the brink of resignation
Life allure to the hopeless herd grazing in envenomed fields
Lost in a path littered by virtuous truths of doubt
Bound by gregarious existence based upon perversion
Castrated ideals set my inside ablaze
Upon facing the golden age of filth
Pervaded with every kind of shit
Where subhuman mongoloid scum
Thrive engaging in boundaries perversion
Orgiastic culture of death fruit of our own making
Upon abject liars I vomit this visceral gush of aversion
Sought for domination I'm none's to bleed
Never shall I feed greed with pain and fear
Cut me open pull me inside out but I shall never bleed
All around me weather before hateful eyes
Bonds of affection are no more than frail twigs
Bound to be shattered in the midst of violent gales
Gales of hate where's there's no life
Veins vigorously pumping blood infused in abhorrence
While malevolence brews within my soulless heart
Intrinsic hatred voraciously eating me out
Lost and destined to dwell were no life dwells
Dead inside now choking on my own lies
Death becomes the only concrete reality
2. Addicted To Smothered Throats
Rising from the torpor of stale water
Reminiscent fragments of memories
Pierce my consciousness as shards of glass
Slowly forced through living meat
Reflecting images taught forever erased
How wrong was I now I discover
Feeble inside tenuous restrains of taught
Laid by confessions amid deep introspection
Solitary monologues of a madman's temptation
Scourging dreams of stealing chastened blood
From the vestibule of innocence
To satiate the thirsty vaults of my sick mind
Once more I watch these hands these fingers
A tight noose wound round a shriveling throat
Striped of life extinguished like a flame
Violated Venus dressed in liquid
Enveloped in death silhouetted in the darkling shimmer
Staring open mouthed back at me
In serene surreal ambiguity
Black eyes mirroring the haze on my blank face
Vacant within sinking the tips of my fingers into her
Eyes losing luster like worthless stones adorning
The disembodied remains beneath the surface tension
Specter of a denied past still looming in my head
But no more at rest now residing within my hands
At last released free afloat and she slowly sinks
Abandoning me as fluids invade her chest
Guilt does not impair primordial needs
This deed only inflames my hunger
Yearning more throats to smother
3. Flayed, Dismembered And Feasted Upon
Weep as your broken eyes gaze into mine
While I shift my fingers through your hair
Pull you back to me, whisper hate into your ear
Smashing your face against the wall
Red bleed your controled features, I smile
Plead and cry all you want
All I care about is what I want
Narcissistic swine your time is over
Shed the last bitter tears Prostrate before me
Inhale a last choking breath before you are dead
Flayed, Dismembered And Feasted Upon
I push the cold metal barrel to your forehead
One eternal moment of intense fear
Steady I pull the trigger, you're history
Splashes of cranial matter rinse me
Massive head trauma, soon I burry my vengeful axe
Deep at the base of your pale neck
Sequentially rammed down in raving crescendo
Till your head's dangling by a morsel of meat
The decapitated carcass of you filthy whore
Is the only remembrance I'll keep to abhor
Naked like a worm stained in shimmering blood
I jam a blade in that pig like crotch of yours
Jutting in and out scraping against the bones
Flayed, Dismembered And Feasted Upon
Forcefully tugging, shedding the corpse of its skin
Pealing away layers of filth
Flayed, Dismembered And Feasted Upon
I spill the warm bowels and innards
Slipping like slimy eels through my hands
Flayed, Dismembered And Feasted Upon
I bate myself in the clotting blood
While I plunder the gored remains
Flayed, Dismembered And Feasted Upon
4. Wretched Stagnant Blood
Soaking wet in rancid fetor
Initiation of pointless life
Fighting through lose tissue
To impregnate the lungs with air
Unborn killing the mother to seek life
Womb inner walls reduced to shreds
Contractions swell hemorrhaging
Around the fragmenting tumorous mass
Still living inside the dying carcass
Immersed in wretched stagnant blood
Decrepit mother life bled out of her
The comforting wish to see her child
A futile dream, her legs lay still
Extended, divaricated but corpselike
Eyes fixed on a spray of brown droplets
Trailed along the gray walls of the ward
Loosing focus as she's drained of life
Behind the masking smell of disinfectant
A morbid odor brews: wretched stagnant blood
Tiny prisoner evading the death bound confinement
Twisting and churning finding anchor through the scraps
Gripping hands tugging at the fragile form
Emerging enshrouded in wretched stagnant blood
Amid resounding tortured screams
Void eyes go blind as she surrenders to her fate
5. Befouled With Zest
Hate for the worms diluted in blank emotion
Carved away from mind in utter abjection
Let them swarm while they're gnawed by life
Bursting with dread living by the knife
Overflowing disgust eclipsing pity for the weak
So blind and lost over dull ends that they seek
Bleak prospect salvation in a whore
As i peal away the crusty skin i wore
so cold and empty like never before
All pathetic before my soulless core
Your immediate conscience is split in two
Befouled with zest(x8)
Emphatic delusion you're still clinging to
Unable to see god dying within your veins
Bound constrained with disembodied chains
Of venomous dogmas and gods to burn
Lingering in delusion inside they churn
Never i shall kneel before any fucking deity
I killed faith along with hope in teleology
Righteousness has no substantial consistency
Same as evil but they still ache in despondency
Divided battling frantically over senseless banality
Failing to see cause and effect as the only reality
Pursuing love to fulfill all of their pathetic dreams
Wneh love is sickness in this age brought to extremes
Accept it and die alone
Befouled with zest
6. Epoch Of Methodic Carnage
Amid the recurring batter of weapons
Epoch of Methodic Carnage
Muffled, but unmistakable sound
Epoch of Methodic Carnage
Human cries from the far edge of reason
Epoch of Methodic Carnage
Merging with the last echoes of another blast
Epoch of Methodic Carnage
Receding, leaving emptiness quickly filled again
With hammering of automatic weaponry
Sputtering beyond the last stronghold's walls
Toward a vanguard armed with ample hatred
Overwhelming and persuasive, just like a drug
The pummel of shells coming over in profusion
Whom shockwaves seem closer each time
The sky commences pouring death pounding the earth
Sounds of great storms compacted in successive instants
Reverberating ferocious tolling noises throbbing skulls
While ranks of buildings hastily eave in
Breaching invaders storming through
Gutted walls as jagged as broken bones
Vast deaf blind mobs of hate knowing no fear
Millions of darting projectiles finding harbor
Through flesh biting away at stricken bodies
Stoically accepting the pain of their failures
Raging crossifre sweeping figures off their feet
Guns methodically building up barriers of corpses
Brethren climbing over dead towards martyrdom
Disease gnawing its way through population
As strewn corpses lay broken on the ground
All bearing agonized postures of endured torment
Human flotsam crushed by grunting heavy armor
Trenching open another corpses bowels
In a thousand years the earths ground will still stink of death
While main guns pulse towards a counterfeit victory
7. Death Bound Conundrum
Images force-fed to masses countless in number
Having no meaning but innate desolation
Society's cowering remnants forced asunder
cast through eyes veiled with obstruction
Subconscious wars waged in name of fixation
For a worthless quest of self determination
Through erroneous ideas conceived in manipulation
Avowed linear taught ostensive of jaded organization
Pain seeping through every recess of the mind
Burning down like sweat over tattered flesh
As years etch the skin and core causing teeth to grind
And cutting edges quietly wait pristine veins to slash
Uplifting fumes of misery soaring to a void expanse
Obscuring the light killing any trace of flowering hope
As sheer impotence manifests in accepted sufferance
Until the occasional projectile shutters a new frontal lobe
Dilated pupils with only torment to discern
Laden with fury heaving inside copious hate
As dislodged joints of veracity spitefully burn
anonymously acting absurdly until it's too late
Through out this century we've lost the right to live
Amid final solutions triggered by our wretchedness
Impiety the errors of тегкуэы ways existing in this hive
Waiting to he wiped away like a hideous stain to nothingness
shallow understanding exceeds existence
But still falls short of what we admit to
Man knows more than he can handle
But stil far less than pride longs for
The sole truth is there's no truth to peruse
All is corrupted and untimely breaks down
Made logical in ways not seen fit by the animal eye
Nothing has to exist nothing needs to be known
Like smoke blown into crying eyes
Reality runs out of any sense devoid
Life is mist treachery of senses
Gradually replaced by void
8. Lurid Iniquity
Far away from civilization
In a desert were he dragged them
from which there is no escape
Some of them are still alive
For hours there he sits
watching this bloody orgy of human shit
He laughs as they slowly rot and die
rejects they deserve to die
Watching the greedy crow
Picking at their bones
Bleeding eyes are torn out
A sight of Lurid Iniquity
Those of them who are still alive
Beg him for mercy
But he's deaf to their suffering
Hypnotized by the sinuous motions
Created by the mass of gnawing worms
Feeding upon their butchered corpses
Rotting shreds scattered all around
Drying in the sun
Their unearthly pain satisfics
His sadistic fantasies
For hour and hours there he sitis
Surrounded by an aura of death
watching their worthless lives slowly expire
9. Battered Into Nothingness
The time elapsed now
As I turn my back
At the dark season
That's just gone by
I lay my feet on
The scorched ground and
Slowly walk on
Through the endless grey
Stretching beyond the bleak horizon
Serene Obscurity
Scenes of surreal tranquility
Seemingly impossible
Nocturnal noiselessness
I'm entangled further more
In increasing frustration
With every step I take
By which I can never reach
The border to this place
I'm imprisoned
In a cage without bars
10. Gratification Through Castration
A shrouded cult brought to life by its lechery
Fumbling hordes striving for self butchery
Perversity soars beyond human debauchery
The ultimate drug becomes inflicted misery
Senseless gluttons for punishment
Howling insanely at a dim lit sky
Collective autoerotic pain new imminent
Knives to sever gonads and leave them dry
Spineless freaks with minds so clouded
Seeking gratification through castration
Men and women alike eager, yarning, blinded
Their mouths are now instruments of insanity
Towering the abject horde something burns
Across a broad space of earth an altar stands
On which a huge brazier spews flickering flames
Waiting to be fed their unusual offerings
Suddenly the reprobates initiate the rite
A delirious narcotic induced mass orgy
Decency abrogative acts of sodomy
Whist pronouncing words of degeneration
Orgiastic wildness still far from culmination
Franticly curving in random penetration
Till the languid blades start slicing away
Testicles removed with rhythmic dicing shifts
Other with blunt force of clenching teeth
By men and women alike eager, yarning, blinded
Howling gratification through castration
Cleaving away breasts, digging for ovaries
Howling gratification through castration
Carving cunts, cutting cocks, stabbing cavities
Erect crimson smeared contorting silhouettes
While others rolling over blood of strangers
With hacked off appendices flaccid in their hands
Throwing the bloody chinks high above their heads
Watching as the flaming receptacle devours them