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Сегодня мы поговорим о дебютной работе одних из столпов жанра brutal death, группе со звучным названием Deeds of Flesh, чьи наработки уже успели приобрести статус канонических для молодой и не очень поросли штатовских приверженцев брутала. Есть мнение, что альбом "Pierced from Within" от других отцов стиля из Suffocation вдохнул новые жизненные потоки в сцену, ставшую страдать самоповтором к середине 90-х. Тогда у многих вновь открылись глаза на то, что далеко не все тропы исхожены на ниве комплексного и массированного подхода к рассматриваемой проблематике. Недаром первая ласточка творческой активности самих Deeds of Flesh пришлась именно на 95-й с выходом очень крепкого EP "Gradually Melted". А уже в следующем году прилавки специализированных магазинов пополнились рецензируемой работой "Trading Pieces", расставившей все точки над "i". Итак, после небольшого вступления со слэшероподобными звуками терзаемой плоти, на нас наваливается глыба бескомпромиссного и плотного материала. Замкнутые в себе острые риффы накручивают концентрированные высококалорийные звуковые шматы, которые обрамляются по флангам выверенными пробежками далеко не статичных ударных. Залихватские разгоны переходят в среднетемповое давление и обратно, доводя прессинг до предела в относительно медленных частях. Главное оружие маневренности здесь - это органичная цепь приемов (в гитарных риффах, гнетущих проходах стальных канатов баса, в партиях ударных), которые создают каркас этой пресловутой брутальной комплексности. Естественно, что технический аспект при таком развитии событий играет далеко не второстепенную роль, в чем можно убедиться, поставив в вертушку "Trading Pieces". И если указанный выше альбом Suffocation был более милосерден к слушателю за счет интеллигентных соло-партий гитары, то на описываемом лонгплее ничего подобного нет - только жирная ритмовая структура. Тридцать минут звучания пролетают одним мигом, оставляя чувство глубокой удовлетворенности, словно бы отведал мастерски приготовленную отбивную. Таким образом апологеты нью-йоркской школы в лице Suffocation вдохновили на собственные подвиги апологетов пресловутого US-Way в лице Deeds of Flesh (а также Gorgasm, Lust of Decay, и конечно Disgorge, хотя последние обнажили чуть позже несколько иное лицо US-Way, ставшее тоже классикой). Справедливости ради стоит отметить, что к настоящему моменту эти школы мало что связывает. Подводя итоги, повторюсь о том, что перед нами одна из могучих стилеобразующих работ, так что оценка соответствующая. |
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He's eating their meat slowly
Her meat
Tasted so sweet
All the way
Down to her little ass
Skinning the body parts
Picking his prime parts
Eating the young
Mass murderer
Brought human pieces
To his home
His hunger... Is forever
The entire feast lasted nine days
Gorging away his carnivorous ways
Raw livers his favorite entree'
Deep intestines were thrown away...were thrown away
2. Born Then Torn Apart
Feeding
Cranial juices
Toxins for human greed
For pleasure
Where life turns
Into a morbid reality
Infant site helplessly
In the crib
Not sleeping for a week and spun
The mother's thoughts swirls into darkness
She doesn't know what she's doing
The post-birth stress is unbearable
So she does the unthinkable
Grabbing her child
by the throat
She throws it against the wall
Snapping it's delicate neck
But that's just the beginning
She doesn't know
When to stop
Repeatedly
She punches and kicks
She killed her baby
The red fluid starts to flow
Born then torn apart
Though already dead
She continues
Stabbing away at the infant with her bare hands
Skin and muscle thrown about the room
Lifeless headless skeletal infant sitting in
Her hands
She passes out
Then wakes two days later
Seeing what she's done
She deservingly
Takes her life
And the ties
Between flesh and blood
Is now a
Another victim to be murdered
3. Trading Pieces
Modified
Corporal carnage
To assume the shape of
A madman's
Disposition
To be displayed
The gross
Unclothed body
The eyes replaced with genitals
His eyes
His eyes replaced with his testicles
The lower intestinal region
Is carved into vacarnage
carved into vacarnage
Nasal sewed to the stomach
Carved a hole in his stomach
Smelling the freshly carved innards
Carved away he was so demented
The family is overwhelmed
By this gross catastrophe
Ready to kill the mortician
And his...and his modified fantasies
Akin and dried meat
Of the freshly sucked skull
Every death is
His financial gain
Paying for the speed which twists his brains
To perform
Modified corporal carnage
Carved away he was so demented
Modified Corporal carnage
To assume the shape of
A madman's
Disposition
To be displayed
At a funeral burial
The family is overwhelmed
By this gross catastrophe
Ready to kill the mortician
And his...and his modified fantasies
4. Hunting Humans
Fearing death from war
A priceless scandal arises
Scared people's muscle tissue
To be sold to others as meat
The scandal will end
Human butchers have no remorse
For their choppings
It's only a job to them
Poor and homeless
He stalks away
Hunting humans
Hacking-Slicing-Chopping
To the streets to be sold
As meat to eat
Hacking-Slicing-Chopping
To the streets to be sold
Starving-People
Feeding on
Human meat
Hunting humans
Acting so innocent
Behind
Behind the scandal
People not knowing
Being cannibals
Friends and family
Died from the war
But they were murdered
And butchered
Sold to people as
Pork meat in the street
5. Impious Offerings
Hired to do the job
For the breeders of evil
Killing the selected few
For their select religion
They're doomed
They're doomed
They chop the head off with a blade
Chop it completely away
Some of the butchers turn cannibal
The feeding was thought to be humble
Gobbling on guts and livers
Fluids flowed like bloody rivers
They chop the head off with a blade
Chop it completely away
Some of the butchers
turn cannibal
The feeding
was thought to be humble
Impious Offerings
Impious Offerings
Some of the butchers
turn cannibal
The feeding
was thought to be humble
The next victim
It doesn't matter
Stabbed two hundred times
They felt so entified
Left to rot
Need another sacrifice
They still
Need another
Victim
To sacrifice
They still
Need another
Victim
To sacrifice
Sacrifice
Hired to do the job
For the breeders of evil
Killing the selected few
For their select religion
6. Acid Troops
Hunting the trails
Through a twisted mass
Dosed to kill
Rotting soldiers you now pass
Killing another
Human only to save your ass
Pushing forward now
Certain death comes fast
They take LSD
To change the world they see
They take LSD
To change the world they see
They take
LSD
LSD
LSD
They take LSD
Jungle
Melting
Veritably
Tripping
I am going crazy
Bodies are all bludgeoned and bloody
Hunting the trails
Through a twisted mass
Dosed to kill
Rotting soldiers you now pass
Killing another
Human only to save your ass
Pushing forward now
Certain death comes fast
Another human
As the troops on acid
Kill another human being
The enemy
will soon be gone
Another human
As the troops on acid
Kill another human being
The enemy
will soon be gone
Will be gone!
7. Deeds Of Flesh
Massive blood gushes out
From exploding brains
Cranial fluids, mucous, pus
Squirting rotten veins
Massive blood gushes out
From exploding brains
Cranial fluids, mucous, pus
Squirting rotten veins
Bodies chopped apart
By a giant meat grinder
No such fatal
Onslaught
Can be so kinder
So kinder...
When you're buried alive
Buried alive
Organs are dust
Puss bubbles burst
Maggots have lust
Organs are dust
Puss bubbles burst
Maggots have lust
Chopping bodies endlessly
Searching for new souls
Chopping bodies endlessly
Searching for new souls
Deeds of Flesh - Deeds of Flesh
Massive blood gushes out
From exploding brains
Cranial fluids, mucous, pus
Squirting rotten veins
Deeds of Flesh
Compound fractures break the skin
Repeatedly
Sockets now empty
Your sight is lost
Until reborn
Your light is lost
Until born again
They're searching for new souls
They're searching for new souls
When you're buried alive
You can't breath
You suffocate rapidly
Organs now dust
Puss bubbles burst
Maggots have lust
Organs now dust
Puss bubbles burst
Maggots have lust
Deeds of Flesh
8. Erected On Stakes
Dracul
The impaler
His sign is erected on stakes
Brought forth
Terror to the land
His sign is forever eternal
Loathing all symbols of holiness
The impaled
No pulse through his black heart
He feels no empathy
No empathy
For his victims souls
No empathy
For his victims souls
He is spiritless
Immortal
Living through centuries
Sharpened stakes
They stand before
Future dead
One by one
Thrust upon stakes
Erected on stakes
The affliction
Of the torment is immense
Not dying instantly
Left to endure
The torment
Splinters through the skin
Keeps the bodies
Raised
Never dying
Eternally sleeping
9. Chunks In The Shower
Brought all his victims
To a safe place
Drugged them
Strangled and fucked them
Put the bodies in the tub
Dismember them
Save all the meaty parts
For consumption
Skinning the flesh
Boiling the heads
Took one hour
To cut off the skin
And chop off their limbs
And drop them in acid
Smashing their bones with
A sledgehammer
The hydrochloric acid
Took three days
Til it turned to a mushy matter
Flush the slushy torsos down the toilet
Body parts in formaldehyde
Dominate, kill and dismember his victims
Filleting naked so gratified
Fantasies of lobotomy
To create a zombie
Creating zombies
To eat their meat
Would make a part of him
Two years later
He was murdered
Chopping up bodies
Chunks in the shower
Took one hour
To cut off their limbs
And drop them in acid
Chopping them into chunks in the shower
10. Blasted
People inside waiting
The bomb set into place
At the public building
Detonated
Floors dropping
The unseen buried below
Multiple carnage
The cracking and splitting of skin and bone
Concrete
Crushing
Bodies
The
Glass
Slices
Through skin
Twisted metal
Ripping apart
Screams can be heard
Somewhere from inside
Tons of bloodstained concrete
Piles of humans in the mound
Corpses fucking rotting
Concrete
Crushing
Bodies
The
Glass
Slices
Through skin
Twisted metal
Ripping apart
Screams can be heard
Somewhere from inside
BLASTED!!!!