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 Девятый альбом американских треш металлистов получился менее удачным, нежели предыдущий сверх успешный опус «The Killing Kind», хотя он держался достаточно высоко по сравнению со слабенькими дисками начала девяностых. Вроде бы ребята и здесь пользовались формулой, найденной на предыдущем студийном сд, однако, новое их творение получилось более простым. И когда в «Киллинг Кайнд» могла понравиться буквально каждая песня, здесь же почему-то концовка альбома жестоко провалена. Должен заметить, что качество звука стало ещё мощнее. А сама музыка на порядок потяжелела. Появилось несколько нехарактерных для данного коллектива брутальных рыков, что украшением явно не служит, но делает музыку более нервной и грузящей. Бобби Элсворт же, как вокалист, отлично справляется со своим заданием. А вот обложка реально подкачала – по-обыкновенскому написанное лого группы, а также куча крестов на фоне голубого неба смотрится не ахти как. Останавливаясь на самых интересных произведениях стоит сказать, что хотя они и исполнены в бесчувственном треш металлическом стиле, однако ни на кого не похожи. В этом можно похвалить как раз саму группу, и конкретно авторов за то, что они создали свой собственный непередаваемый стиль. Итак, наиболее сильно мне приглянулись такие песни как открывающая вещица «It Lives», с мозго-дробильными риффами, драйвовая следующая за ней тема «Save Me», а также самая мелодичная песня на альбоме «Half Past Dead», пропитанная вкусом прогрессивных элементов. В конце пластинки идёт самая удивительная вещь за всю историю существования группы – это великолепная баллада «Promises». И хотя стоит признать, что она жёстковата для баллады, но это действительно настоящая баллада, а не заигрывание с тягучим дум металлом. В целом, альбом «From Underground And Below», получился вполне нормальным и крепко держащим планку качества творением. Интересный факт – на протяжении всего существования коллектива, музыка группы менялась очень редко, но вот альбомы были весьма не однородными, и с разным уровнем успешности. В общем, группа существовала всегда, правда с переменным успехом, выпуская свои творения. НО сейчас стрелка, кажется, держится на достаточно стабильном уровне. |
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1
From the mouth of the gone
Laughing out loud
And it lives
from the hand of the wrong
Bury the proud
As I did
It lives
Into extinction fall the essence of life
Spiritual eclipse turns the days into nights
Whitout distinction got-got got to beleive
Threat of extinction put them down on their knees
Cold desolation calling beckoning you
Into exctinction fades the rest of what is good and true
Tearing into the last remaining
Shreds of sanity
And it lives
Pull me out of undead devotion
As I'm about to give
I want to live
From the mouth of the gone
Laughing out loud
And it lives
from the hand of the wrong
Bury the proud
As I did
From the mouth of the gone
Laughing out loud
And it lives
from the hand of the wrong
Bury the proud
As I did
It lives
2. Save Me
Miracle Man
You're Miracle Man
Save me from the outside
Save me from the hurt
Save me from this cold inside and
Save me from myself
What you see when you're looking at me
Take me out, take me out of captivity
Got my head, my dreams, my dead my screams
Started up the engin of the afterlife machine
I've got your head and your covenant of dreams (I've got your head)
I've got your dead and a collection of your screams
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself, save me
Miracle Man
You're Miracle Man
Keep me safe and warm
Keep me underground
Keep me from what I deserve and
Don't just keep me down
What I want, what I need to be
Take me out, take me out of obscurity
Got my head, my dreams, my dead, my screams
Gone o.d. on the afterlife machine
I've got your head and your afterlife machine (I've got your head)
I've got your dead and a collection of your screams
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself, save me
Just a victim of my imagination
What you see when you're looking at me
Take me out, take me out of captivity
Got my head, my dreams, my dead my screams
Started up the engin of the afterlife machine
I've got your head
I've got your dead
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself
save me
3. Long Time Dyin'
Seen this happen once before
with a little of touch of denial
A man on his knees he was licking the floor
like he's trying to reconcile
You fill your pot with anger,
You eat all that you can,
Tell you one thing as I look back now
I don't ever want to be that man again
Cannot feel it at all
Can't you feel it
Can't taste it at all
Can't you taste it
Then I looked him straight in the eye
And I said hey man
Are you gonna take a long time dyin'
No
Standin' on a white line
Tryin' to free my soul
Sey hey God would give me a sign
I'm actin' like a fool
I filled my heart with hatred
Puked up all I would
Tell you one thing I got on my knees
I wouldn't do it again even if if I could
Can't feel it at all
Can't you feel it
Can't taste it at all
Can't you taste it
Then I looked him straight in the eye
And I said hey man
Are you gonna take a long time dyin'
No
Sometimes I think it's not my fault
It's everything but me
And sometimes it's the third time
And I drown in misery
Sometimes it's the way it is
Sometimes it ain't fair
Most times I'm the architect
Who builds a just donпt care
Just don't care
Happened to me once before
Little of touch of denial
I was on my knees
I was lickin' the floor
Tryin' to reconcile
Shit out a luck looks like your fucked
(reconcile)
(I don't wanna be that man again)
Can't feel it no more
Can't you feel it
Can't taste it no more
Can't you taste it
Then I looked him straight in the eye
And I said hey man
Are you gonna be a long time dyin'
No
4. Genocya
I'm your destructive pride
Your homegrown, goddamn genocide
The standard behind which you hide
I'm at your door, right by your side... so
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
I'm the hate, the jealousy
I can magnify the agony
The self-destructive qualities
So won't you come and go with me... and
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
My lack of tolerance nice as you please
My interference put them down at their knees
I am your hopeless, despondent
Your derelic hole
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
I am your illness, your ailment
The hole in your soul
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
My lack of tolerance nice as you please
My interference put them down at their knees
I am your hopeless, despondent
Your derelic hole
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
I am your illness, the ailment
The hole in your soul
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
Go
5. Half Past Dead
No wasted
No wanting the can't have
Untasted
Seems everything I have
Yeah ready
Heard everything you said
I'm steady
Even though it's half past dead
Welcome to the unforgiving
Franernity of pain where
the lines remains uncrossed
Are entertained
Greetings from the other side
Where all has gone array here
But in all honesty takes me away
There
See your new Jerusalem
In saturated red
Commencement of the requiem
Begins at half past dead
Half past dead
Welcome to the humiliating
Theater insane where
Our daily theme
Is always inhumane here
Rebuild your shattered castles
From ashes to the sky
Pick-up your fallen icons
Where they lie,
There
See your new Jerusalem
In saturated red
Commencement of the requiem
Begins at half past dead
Half past dead
All eyes front and looking toward the sky
Better then I do
One step up if you're not afraid to die
Better then you do
Violent movement spawns brutality
Better then I do
Charging out into infinity
Better then you do
Peace comes to the war inside my head
Better then I do
Peace comes late, the clock strikes
Half past dead
6. F.U.C.T.
[First Underground Commission on Termination]
We got the killing
You got the time
We got the making of a terminal blind
We got the risk
You got to take
We got the making of a big mistake
Got no faith
Got no reason
Got no hope
Got the treason
We got the hit
already took
Hate to tell you
But I think you're fuct
All about face
All about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race
All about death
All about getting out of this mess
We got the truth
You got the hurt
We got the answer that you just insert
We are explicit
You are expossed
We are the making of the decomposed
Got no faith
Got no reason
Got no hope
Got the treason
Got the kaos
Runamuk
Bite down hard
You're about to be fuct
All about face
All about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race
All about death
All about getting out of this mess
We are the day
We are the night
We are the stop sign in the road of life
We are the message
Unreturned
We are the next about to be burned
Got no faith
Got no reason
Got no hope
Got the treason
Change your mind
Change your look
Change your heart
Now you're fuct
All about face
All about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race
All about death
All about getting out of this mess
All about face
7. I'm Alright
Oh my God in blood soaked silhouette
Oh my God on the end of a bayonet
Oh my God put wings on the rhetoric
Oh my God, I'm alright
No pity, salvation or need
No more on the way
No pity, toleration or greed
This is where I lay
Yeah I'm alright
And I need to know
When I'm dead and gone
Where do I go
Jesus Christ in sun baked misery
Jesus Christ in sun drenched agony
Oh my God, why have you forsaken me
Oh my God, now who's taking care of me
No pity, salvation or need
No more on the way
No pity, toleration or greed
This is where I lay
Yeah I'm alright
And I need to know
When I'm dead and gone
Where do I go
Oh my God, in blood soaked sillouete
Oh my God, I'm alright
Oh my God, as Satan plays the minuette
Oh my God, I'm alright
No pity, salvation or need (I'm alright)
No more on the way (I'm alright)
No pity, toleration or greed (I'm alright)
This is where I lay
Yeah I'm alright
And I need to know
When I'm dead and gone
Where do I go
8. The Rip'n'Tear
You say it's raining
As you piss in my ear
You say it's pain inside
That fills you with fear
Right-right
Right-right
Right-right
Right-right
You say you had it
You can't find, it lost
You say you have it
I say gimme back my cross
Everybody movin from the right to the left
Everybody movin from the life to the death
Everybody movin from the good to the bad
Everybody movin from the happy to the sad
Everybody churnin and life ain't fair
Everybody movin to the rip n' tear
Right-right
Out of my way insanity
Right-right
Out of my really don't care
Right-right
Out of my way with your gimme-gimme
Right-right
Gonna do rip n' tear
It's right in front
And when I blink my eye
It's gone
I turn around, it turns around
And no ones standing
I catch a glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
Turn back around
And no one ever going to
belive what I saw
It knocks me down
And when I blink my eye
It kills
I crawl around
Down on the ground
With no one living
I take a hit
Into the corner of my eye
I try to stand
And no one ever going to
Belive what I saw
It's right in front
And when I blink my eye
It's gone
I turn around, it turns around
And no ones standing
I catch a glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
Turn back around
And no one ever going to
belive what I saw
Right-right
Right-right
Right-right
Right-right
Right or wrong, weak or strong
This is where we all belong
Don't you know that life ain't fair
Don't you know the rip n' tear
Everybody movin from the lick to the bark
Everybody movin from the light to the dark
Everybody movin from the right to the left
Everybody movin from the life to the death
Everybody churnin and life ain't fair
Everybody movin to the rip n' tear
Right-right
Out of my way insanity
Right-right
Out of my really don't care
Right-right
Out of my way with your gimme-gimme
Right-right
Gonna do rip n' tear
Right-right
9. Promises
Wishing never got us what we needed
So we waited for our salvation to arrive
Then it took everything that we loved
And it let us alive
I hear you call
And I promise to you
One day, some day
The pain will go
Solitary movement meant for two
Can you hear the loneliness in silent cries
If you take everyting that I love
Leave me to die
I hear you call
And I promise to you
One day, some day
The pain will go
If you take everything that I love
And you leave here,
Leave me alive
If you take everything thet I love
And I'm standing here
Waiting to die
I hear you call
And I promise to you
One day, some day
The pain will go
10. Little Bit 'O Murder
Hey man
Little something to think about
Are you everything you say (hugh - hugh)
Little something to worry about baby
Are you nothing but a throwaway (hugh)
Has your clock run down man
Are you suckin' up eternity (hugh - hugh)
Little something to think about
Have you had enough,
Enough of me
In the meantime, cut me loose (cut me loose)
You call it hate
I call it fine (hey man)
In the meantime, win or lose (win or lose)
You call it sick
I call it mine (hey man)
Mine (hey man)
Little something to make you sick
We're a lot alike (hugh - hugh)
Little something to worry you to death
Get into your psych (hugh)
Can't you see us breakin' bread
Sharin' all our misery (hugh - hugh)
Little something to make you sick
You're a lot like me,
A lot like me
In the meantime, cut me loose (cut me loose)
You call it hate
I call it fine (hey man)
In the meantime, win or lose (win or lose)
You call it sick
I call it mine (hey man)
Mine (hey man)
Little bit o' murder in your house
Pocket full of fire
Bent on the desire
Of it all
Little bit o' murder
When did you self appoint, annoint
Since when do you wear the crown
(Little something to think about
There's a little bit o' murder in your house)
When did you justify or sanctify
Since when are you the down
(Little something to think about
There's a little bit o' murder in your house) (4x)
Hey man
When you think about
Do you think about me (hugh - hugh)
Hey man
When you worry about
Do you worry about me (hugh)
Hey man
When you're sick
Are you sick about me (hugh - hugh)
Hey man
Hey man, hey think about
In the meantime, cut me loose (cut me loose)
You call it hate
I call it fine (hey man)
In the meantime, win or lose (win or lose)
You call it sick
I call it mine (hey man)
Mine (hey man)
Little bit o' murder in your house
Pocket full of fire
Bent on the desire
Of it all
Little bit o' murder
Little bit o' murder
Murder
11. Space Truckin'
[Originally performed by Deep Purple]
Well we had a lot of luck on Venus
We always have a ball on Mars
With meeting all the groovy people
We've rocked the Milky Way so far
We danced around with Borealis
We're space trucking round the stars
Come on, come on, come on,
Let's go Space trucking
Come on, come on, come on, Space trucking!
Remember when we did the moonshot
And Ronny Trekker led the way
We'd move to the Canaveral Moonstomp
And every naut would dance and way
We got music in our solar system
We're space trucking round the stars
Come on, come on, come on,
Let's go Space trucking
Come on, come on, come on, Space trucking!
The fireball that we rode way moving
But now we've got a new machine
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! the frenks say
Man those cats can really swing
The got music in their solar system
The y've rocked around the Milky Way
They dance around with Borealis
They're space trucking every day!
Come on, come on, come on,
Let's go Space trucking
Come on, come on, come on, Space trucking!