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 Вот вам классический некриворукий маткоровый коллектив из Штатов. The Dillinger Escape Plan им отцы, а Lye by Mistake - братья. Массивное название группы, совершенно ненормальный орущий вокал Джесси Кормана, да абсолютно невероятные метаморфозы музыки, что она претерпевает за стандартные три минуты длительности каждой композиции! При такой интенсивности материала границ между треками не замечаешь абсолютно! Но, надо сказать, что даже уходя в полнейший хаос, музыка не теряет некоей внутренней гармонии и мелодики. Впрочем, о мелодиях в этом альбоме я готов писать целые исследовательские тома! Например, вступление к "Clarissa Explains Cuntainment" звучит просто потрясающе трогательно! А эти постоянные отступления в область гитарного фьюжена, классические хэви-метальные соло, появляющаяся временами душевная акустическая гитара, пульсирующий подобно неведомому, нелогичному, но явно живому организму, бас! О чувстве юмора парней тоже стоит упомянуть, хотя уже названия песен дают понять, что этот релиз - вовсе не один из снарядов орудий "богохульной войны". Ну и очень забавны, конечно же, вокальные партии, и просыпающаяся в пятом треке "хрюшка" веселит даже больше, чем даже вот этот скрим пострадавшего, вероятно, от ударов по интимным местам. Но самое главное в этом релизе, настаиваю на этом, необыкновенно цепляющая музыка с изобилием лирических отступлений, нестандартных ходов. И чем длиннее песня - тем интересней ее содержание, и пусть даже ближе к концу альбома материал теряет частицу своей удивительной легкости для восприятия и становится даже чуть более заезженным, лишь немного этот альбом не дотянул для меня до самой высокой оценки.
Кстати, как и следовало ожидать, треки за номерами "четыре" и "одиннадцать" никакой смысловой нагрузки не несут. |
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needless to say taking advantage of blind elders isn't very saint.
Spitting out the beer
then to growing my hair
then to finding alcupulco gold
then came halucinations anger just sinking my fist into her face
A simmering pot of glue
I'm waiting to sniff
it's just enough chemicals
to put a small hole into the ozone layer
introduced me to some powder dumping into my system
working at bookstores with never showering yellow pit stains
dance music
war stories on tape
Enter here follow signs to down hill
take caution
leave behind all of your sexual powers
apocalypse night has no mercy
all the buds are bastards
when they choose to overlook and eliminate your fantasy tonight
Needless to say taking advantage of blind elders isn't very saint.
The snow is coming
the flakes are all a flurry
some touched my skin
they melt away but I have a purpose
I never sway walking for hours
don't feel the cold I can't see the sun
there's just the road, the trees, the poles of leaves like vomit on the ground.
I arrive and inhale,
I inhane and exale
and I know in my heart the devil doesn't lie
I am a fucking machine.
2. Texas Dolly
Light the way to the pot of gold
waits for hadns, for my hands
diamonds unleashed on three men
one spin, two lights, three sounds
A sphere to determine my fate
second twelve to triple up sit and wait
all you can eat $13.95
the lounge act is really good tonight.
Look into the faces of the roman gods
as they lead you to the floral patterned paradise
moving without walking in all directions
mandatory currency change
Snake eyes and boxcars on gren felt royalty on sailboats
in the old west there'll be a showdown at the taj tonight
circular patterns of baked day
Take my throne aside
the one eyed jack on the button
first to act
shuffle my checks with my right.
Reading super system in my mind
what would Doyle Brunson do
possible straight draw on the board
the action comes to me
Push my life under the eye from above
one last hope that he will lay it down to this
he noticed my tell calls my bluff
Back to the automatic dispenser of paper so I can dream again.
3. Clarissa Explains Cuntainment
The horror they leave in threes they always do.
I'm holding hands with the devil while you make your deal with Jesus,
so let me milk your prostate with the unborn meat fingers
Horrible your eyes implode with lucifers hammer
so you don't watch its satisfaction guaranteed
the horror this condemned end of life
three are dead
one wounded you
just should have planted the rotten seed
inside your grandmother she could afford the abortion.
Three are dead, what was it,
what was occupying your mind into the vaginal secretion?
I'll drop my rotten seed to you
it's time to trash the fetal tissue, one two three four five six.
4. Track Four
[Instrumental]
5. The Proud Parents Convention Held In The ER
Sit here and take in the earthworms snuggling to the greens
boy doesn't even know chalk from cheese
hold that breath
everyone the cows finally being milked for what it's worth.
Drizzle that nipple
run it till some sense leaks out.
Class, you won't succeed in life.
You boys will grow to rape and you girls will grow up getting off being raped.
Class dismissed.
Homework for this evening is experiment
the bodies intake of poisonous cleansing products,
a golden star for the ones sent to the ER.
Good day.
My I's were dotted and my T's were crossed.
More than enough time to make such words as inconsiderate and illegitimate.
Stop while I was stretching
I was being sent up to the stage
holding that hairy rat feeling ridiculous.
Hold 'em high, hold 'em tight, show them what you are worth.
Snapping out of dreaming hat dose of reality was no figure of speech.
Clearning my passage
here it goes
holding that hairy rat hostage for the need of love is at
it's all time
high you don't have a leg to stand on
so listen to reason otherwise accumulation of the buthery will be very overwhelming
to all justifiable to me.
6. An Aptly Fictional Description
And it was so contradicory yet deliberately put never should we start a lecture with a quote
Two tone stage background the actors returning home to eat food covered in nothing good served in purple plasticwear the orchestra isn't craving our attention it sparks the active chords and the stage is set ablaze the conductor lights a cigarette we look at illustrations of ourselves
The orchestra isn't craving, just isn't craving our attention.
Appliances that would blow a fuse at any time while conducting an ancient family recipe to the very next generation
We never saw them coming we've been throwing stones at glass houses for too long its such a cliche.
7. Like A Cat
Give him back his sweater that poor fellow has only orchestrated symphonies into the poisoned ant hills.
You have tried, I'm afraid don't let it hurt I shouldn't stay show your cards now I won't out stain the tub clot the streak cock the wheel push it deep fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless carve my head great disguise took a breath gave it back early aged self pitying misfit experience coincidence quality menstruating it makes more sense to speak nonsense.
What is it like to scatter organs all over a deeply pasteurized land
Just like a cat without a mouse it masturbates it violates.
Sadistic Dresser
Maybe it's the ability to choose that makes a wounded player take to the field and laugh at his injury than to be fed peas and carrots by his sitter.
Farewell to the oldsmobile acknowledge the new models.
Farewell farewell.
Set me back in my old sweater tonight for an hour or two I can obtain satisfaction mutilating ones humiliating me.
You have tried I'm afraid don't let it hurt I shouldn't stay show your cards now I want out stain the tub clot the streak cock the wheel push it deep fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless carve my head great disguise took a breath gave it back early aged self pitying misfit
What is the point of laying in a comfortable position if you can't fall asleep in it?
8. Remeberance Dialogue
this is a rememberance dialogue...
9. An Exercise In Self Portature: Go Shoot Yourself
We are living in your trust back to square one again this is becoming what it was meant to.
For self exploitation for meaningless narcissism this is becoming an encyclopedia for our ideas.
Suck it up and shoot ten upload click stop type.
I'll sign up to finger fuck your wasted coke bottles now upload.
Turn to the left, turn to the right, try to capture the pain the juxtoposition between your dark silhouette and the stark white wall.
Capture the ambiguous expression the one that forms a marriage between concept and form.
You might be beautiful, lets find out.
Suck it down, suck it up, a throwat swallowing thousands to sing you softly to sleep.
10. Operating On A Rerun Episode
Pantone seventy one running parallel centered along the towns miles of perforated lines to stabalize just a couple more lives it's those tailgators that'll get you beaver
Kill welvomes you it's exit 122 there is no turn on red construction lies ahead it's those tailgators that'll get to you it's green red and yellow but what about blue smell the morning dew filled with exhaust fumes spin the defroster put sirens on must.
A summons doubled for the dlderly my thermals are constricting my body there is no flow to the thinking module when contents are molded to form into rubber.
They are sometimes shaping into brake pedal.
Creating this animated episode with a speed of 65 miles per hour the guardrails begin to create a story of their own form the accident casualties to the neglected strays they sure hold their own
everywhere is just not the here just get off were on the phone.
11. Track Eleven
[Instrumental]
12. Category
Certain lines were formed together to form specific shapes.
Couldn't help overhearing from where I was eavesdropping that you're tampering with the family circle you're not very talented dealing the addiction nore vacuuming dirt into your pipes just waiting anxiously to rub a quick one out does attempted murder lie in the category
Did you really want to see a foundation of blood erupting from the neck trigger child see or be seen you are disposable I find you folded into a fetal position at the corner of Cumminpow and JFK.
Lift you up towards the pole hold you in my hand grinding the hacksaw through your mouth in the other hand a reminder
Does attempted murder lie under the impaired judgement category?
The circle will remail a circle.