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Данное трио из российской глубинки (город Обнинск) являлось довольно-таки раскрученным и популярным в определенных кругах проектом на стыке второго и третьего тысячелетий. Во многом интерес к Ракот был обусловлен участием в оном Ратибора, одного из вокалистов Темнозорь. Сейчас весь этот шум-гам пошел на убыль, проект является практически забытым. И поделом...
Все участники Ракот нешуточно увлекались творчеством Ника Перумова. Проект был основан именно под влиянием впечатлений от произведений Перумова с целью отображать в звуке атмосферу событий в каких-то там выдуманных мирах. Даже название проекта Ракот является именем одного из главных персонажей перумовских побасенок.
Что за концепцию подвели под релиз «Смещение граней» обнинчане мне неводомо. Да и вникать в неё нет абсолютно никакого желания. С творчеством Перумова я знакомился в глубоком косматом отрочестве. В голове, конечно же, почти ничего не осталось – сказки они и есть сказки. Однако, ракот-овские музыканты по-видимому нехило так врубились и протащились от фантазий Перумова и наваяли внушительный такой саундтрек к соответствующему роману.
Как же звучит этот саундтрек? А довольно-таки банальненько. Наивная такая фентезийная музычка, пропитанная юношеским максимализмом и детской восторженностью, и исполненная на стыке стилей Блек, дет и дум. Естественно, от каждого стиля взяты только наиболее очевидные, лежащие на поверхности и привлекающие неискушенного слушателя элементы. Галопом по европам, так сказать. В результате получилась приторная такая гламурно-глянцевая музыка для упертых фанатов Толкиена / Перумова и безусой молодежи.
Творчесво Ракот напоминает творчество Терион на заре их карьеры. Такое же обилие слащавой мелодики, такая же неровная, рваная, немного нервная структура композиций. Очень много клавишных и сэмплированной флейты. Много вокала – чистого Ратибора и хрипа Рустама. Лирика вся англоязычная, исполняется без славянского акцента (что, несомненно, большой плюс) и имеет эпизодические вкрапления на непонятном языке. Оказалось, что это наречие темных эльфов. Так-то вот – все серьезно. Не шуры-муры.
Больше других порадовал гитарист Дай. Звук гитар мощный такой, объемный, вкусный. Именно он составляет большинство положительных впечатлений от релиза. К тому же ещё и риффы Дай извлекает не последней сортности, без душка вторичности. Слушать интересно в общем. В качестве ритм секции выступает дежурная и пластиково звучащая драм машина, запрограммированная Рустамом.
В общем и целом, необходимо признать, что шесть лет назад такая музыка с практически профессиональным звукоизвлечением была довольно значимым прорывом на пост-советском пространстве, что и подтвердилось выходом данного релиза на зарубежном Code 666 Productions. Вместе с тем, на сегодняшний день такая музыка совершенно не актуальна и звучит анахронично, а иногда даже вызывает легкую усмешку. Не прошел данный релиз испытания временем в общем... |
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of Earth Flame Mesmerizing, enchanting,
femimine and proud See - her life and the fire
are the same "I shall name you - Llah", - you
speak her name aloud Smile freezing on you
face, turning into the painful grin Burning
invisible crown compressing your head Scarlet
and black rings dancing before your eyes With
groan you're falling to the ground Whispering
"Why?" - "It wasn't in the Design!"... "Pain... So
this is pain... Now I know how it feels... My
creation... It wasn't in the Design... So it must
not be..." Charming dance drew the rune of
Earth Flame Mesmerizing, enchanting, feminine,
divine You saw - her life and the fire were the
same So you named her Llah forever to shine ...
New feeling - like the wave of black flame:
wrath Melkor rises with his fists clenched and
shouts to the sky "You, the One! Leave him be!
It's easy to control the weaker... Try me!"
"YOUR WORDS..."
3. Noldor Exodus
4. The Dark Heart Of Uukrul
"I'm one of the darkness, once of the light I'm
holding the Beacon, holding the night And if one
of the darkness has won over light The pure
shall be slaughtered in eternal night" Ruled by
the ancient kings The city under the mountain
Eriosthe laid in peace The Beacon gave the light
The Beacon of powers so great Released at
once they would Destroy everything These
powers could not be possessed by the kings
Too weak to exploit the whole might So I who
have all the Arcana rings Emerge to claim my
right I hide my heart within ornate urn At the
place of no return Eight Beacon's guardians'
hearts petrified To lock my death inside "The
first behind gases and poisonous air The second
with the dead behind twist and stair The third
with the dragon, the fourth in a cell The fifth in
the depth warped by evil spell The sixth with
His hordes, the seventh in a pit And the last in
the Stronghold where the Dark One sits Eight
frozen keys for six bloodied locks And the
darkest heart from the coldest rock" "One
shattered heart shall the Dark One stop..." The
fools tried before Too feeble were their efforts
So worthless fate is deserved by fool With the
ancient lore Dark prophecy summoned by
servant In vain - Areth, thou wilt never rule! If
one had force to find all hearts To hold me
within this plane And with hammer of black glass
split my soul apart It would not stop my sinister
reign The only way to end this all And to make
my citadel fall Is to fire the Beacon inside my
lair If the gods wish to heed your prayer "Umhir
deln Fshofth, Du saq mishallfen Ersan su
stramanlisa du saq verhallfen Itor ka skirian,
thror qastura taras Wur qanar wur stilor wur
kas"
5. Og'elend
Dwelling in the depths, lurking as unnoticed As
the shadow can't lurk in the gloom of the
Underdark's night Ilythiiri, as we Drow call
ourselves Rejoice life and deeds in the name of
Queen Lloth Whether skinning the human on the
sacrificial altar Or fighting another House to
obtain the bounty of Spider Queen Drow
remembers the wisdom of millenia carved in
blood of ancestors "Who survives is who wins"...
City is shrowded with invisible aura Atmosphere
of black vanity consumes the unsound
Underdark And the male drow is nothing but a
servant So dares not to think - "Matrons know
best" Darkness is the way of the drow Hate and
scorn to all who does not belong to us So death
to the elves, pain to the humans Disgrace to
the dwarves... Drow supreme! "Jal khaless zhah
waela..." "Ilharessen zhaunil alurl..." "Vel'uss
zhaun alur taga lil Quarval-sharess?.." "L'elend
zhah alurl..." "Lloth tlu malla!" "Ssussun pholor
dos!" Hearken, ye Loethe! Do not hide thyself
Behind the backs of the priestess ready to die
by thy word I, Azamath Tormtor, shall not
follow thy path I am free - I own my way
Realize - I am different, I am not thine And thy
rules do not affect me, thy orders are in vain Be
aware of me and thou wilt not be amazed When
thy temples are desecrated and burnt...
Invisible I sneak the caves, to Arach-Tinilith I'm
gradually getting closer and closer And finally
I'm here standing by the walls, unseen
Vel'Xundussa failed once again, the spies are
perfect But I am led by scorn and rage The
spirit of rebellion lives inside of me "Lil waela
lueth waela ragar brorna lueth wund nind,
kyorlin elghinn..." "Oloth zhah tuth abbil lueth
ogglin..." Good old sayings serve me now and
turn against you... Hearken, ye Loethe! I know I
shall perish In battle against thy web that binds
the minds of the drow "To walk apart from the
House and Queen Is to walk into the grave" -
My grave is the flame Nothing can possess me
and noone I obey I am heretic, Og'elend, and I
am proud of my fate So let it all be as it is We
shall see what will follow... If something will...
6. Planeshift
Pale grey landscapes The universe of ignorance
Light and dark Attributes of blind duality
Choking here, searching for escape From the
poisonous vapour Of all-consuming dementia
Long to breathe Looking around I see only hazy
shades, faint reflections of what could be a
mind, unable to realize all sarcasm of their
pathetic futile existance... Feeble thoughts,
feeble needs, non-existant will to learning - only
feeding and breeding... And dying as their time
comes Just for it was "destined". Lambs...
Colours dim, sun dying slowly Daylight bidding
last farewell Taking a glance around just once
I'm ready for the planeshift Need no one, no
priest, no opfer The ritual's only a genious play
All ceremony is a hermetic act My
consciousness unfolds Leaving this world,
dimension so hollow Leaving the realm of virtue
and sin I deny No chant, no prayer I need I
search for the way inside myself And memories
rise before my eyes What am I leaving behind?
What shall I pass by in my journey? And
observing the sombre past I find diamonds How
it is unbearable to leave But impossible to stay
Doubts thrown away Thoughts clear, now
nothing stops me I banish last ghosts of past
Withered spirits of serenity And soon my rest
shall be ruined Veil of slumber shall fall apart
Aroused from my sleep I'll rise And shall begin
living Flash of light, mental thunderstrike Mind
shell cracks then shatters Turns reason
unleashed Dark unveils umbral dismal depths
Shining stellar planes All mine Now and for ever
more I'm unbound To wander free among the
stars To play with nebulas To create worlds at
my own will To reign them or let them be And
destroy them at my caprice To roam through
the crystal spheres Of universal silent symphony
7. Gothaur Aulendil
Aule the Forger has forged you in fire That was
the truth they created for you Could you
imagine Manve as liar? But your true father you
never knew You achived mastery in art of
forgery But your first creation was dagger of
steel Never made stillborn golden flowers like
others did You prefer iron - the metal that's real
Feel yourself different, never felt home here
Always a stranger, you're fire in snow See -
they're afraid of you, you always scared them
Seeds of true vision in hearts and minds you will
sow You saw the stars as they saw only light of
the Trees You dreamed as they only could pray
You can't delight in their eternal serenity bliss
And they fear your fiery way Feel yourself
different, never felt home here Always a
stranger, you're fire in snow See - they're afraid
of you, you always scared them And so they
called you Sauron, the Morgoth's spawn "Wise
sad face I recall Melkor, your seed I am Son of
the one they don't dare to name" Live, burn in
your flame and love Love to the earth and the
stars But the first thing you've made was the
dagger of steel...
8. Mountain God
Behold the vast dismal hall beneath the black
moutain and the great ebony throne in the
middle of it. See the ancient god sitting upon
this throne and holding in his hand a golden
chalice full of human suffering and fear. Once
god of joy he became god of pain... By the will
of Young Gods. The sword on the altar before
the throne... The sword of blue magical steel...
The Great Sword of Power... My disciple, it
must be yours! Tortured victims fill all the hall
before the throne Losing the rest of mind and
soul with the parting groan Eyes gushing blood,
mouth torn with a scream and no one hears
Before this face, bloodlustful and grim, life
disappears Winged creatures under the ceiling -
down they stare Harvest pain, fear and
suffering bouncing there Mixed with gore it
makes the drink for the ancient god Raising
powers of Mountain King - dreadful lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step forth and take what
now is yours... The sword... And I will help you
with my force I gather the power for flaming
spell Around myself turning the world Gaining
true fire from the heart of Muspell Floods of the
time I distort Fire shines into their eyes, hear
their cries Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, see
their demise Trampling down mountain guards
you break to the throne Crushing their swords,
slashing apart with the strength grown Fire
shines, blind are their eyes, your powers rise
Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, now take your
prize Before the throne you grab the sword -
finally yours You pierce the chest of mountain
lord with no remorse With their lord
disincarnated the servants of the mountain
disappear And the souls of the tortured finally
obtain their long waited freedom Rejoicing in
their afterlife Banished is the god - the body's
dead and spirit roams But no return for blood
that's shed and for painful groans Victims death
turned into power that never dies Now it's
waiting for its hour to arise
9. The Unquiet Grave
I am stretched on your grave, and you'll find me
there always, If I had bounty of your arms I
should never leave you. Little apple, my
beloved, it is time for me to lay with you, There
is the cold smell of clay on me, the tan of the
sun and the wind. There is a lock on my heart,
which is filled with love for you, And melancholy
beneath it as black as the sloes. If anything
happens to me, and death overthrows me, I
shall become a fairy wind-gust down on the
meadows before you. When my family thinks
that I'm in my bed, It is on your grave I am
stretched from night till morning, Telling my
distress and lamenting bitterly For my quiet
lovely girl who was bethrothed to me as a child.
Do you remember the nights when you and I
were under the blackthorn tree, And the night
freezing? A hundred praises to gods that we did
nothing harmful, And your crown of maidenhood
is a tree of light before you! The priests and the
monks every day were angry with me For being
in love with you, young girl, when you are dead.
I would be a shelter from the wind for you And
protection from the rain for you; And oh, keen
sorrow to my heart that you are under the
earth!
10. Outro