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Французы - не самая "металлическая" нация, но несколько более чем достойных коллективов и на этой земле имеется. Вот и группа с "русским" названием Gorod решила гордо нести в массы знамя техничного дэта, следуя за своими более авангардными соотечественниками Misanthrope. Надо сказать, что "Leading Vision" техничен и композиционно сложен ровно настолько, сколько требуется для "перегруза мозгов" среднестатистическому любителю дэта. С некоей хирургичекой точностью французы высчитывают, когда именно замороченный пассаж должен смениться прямолинейным или качевым, да и о периодических блюзовых отступлениях не забывают. А соло-гитарист очень вовремя умеет делать вид, что он внезапно разучился играть на своем инструменте: так появляются нарочито примитивистские мелодии, вроде той, что исполняет квакающая гитара на "Thirst For Power". А бодрый танцевальный мотивчик на "Blackout" просто бесподобен! Хотя, конечно, ни один гитарист-аматор не способен извлечь именно такие звуки из своего инструмента: для этого нужно неслабое воображение! Хотя бы такое, как у "городских". Радует и разнообразие подаваемого материала: в нем много от творчества "Anata", немало наследия бессмертной "Obscure" группы Gorguts, а средина песни "Chronicles From The Stone Age" - настоящий подарок любителям творчества Atheist. И если уж говорить о подарках, то нельзя забывать о композиции "Edaenia 2312" - для тех, кто любит совсем уж необычные (в данном случае - эмбиентные) лирические отступления в экстремальной музыке. Мелодизм Gorod - извращенно-барочный, атональный, временами радующий гротескным сочетанием мирных соло и дэтовых риффов, имеющий необьяснимо-декадансное очарование. Хотя гитарные соло всегда стоят немного в стороне: слишком они красивы и "правильны", как для гнилостного мирка альбома "Leading Vision". Ну и венчающий картину чудный гроул Гильома, умеющего ко всему прочему еще и вполне убедительно изображать из себя "хрюшку". Кстати, в оформлении этого альбома очень уместно смотрелись бы гравюры Иеронимуса Босха. Сложно обьяснить, но по ощущениям этим парням имя Hieronimus Bosch подошло бы не меньше, чем их коллегам из России! Лучший техно-дэт альбом 2006-го года. |
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Masquerade which dupes you
Your reality's only a distorted view
Confront the truth of research...
Disavow, give up, escape, shun
Your pledges full of lies
Extol, hallow your prophet's views
Endure in your flesh
Don't you realize your God is lying?
Fill your spirit with statement of your priests
Flog your mind
Don't you feel, you too, the need to create?
Learn, decipher, look for, solve
The riddles of your life
Stifle your mind with the weight of rules
Ceremonies of your days
Your rites castrate
Your ability to create
Take part in progress's conquest...
The technology which is yours,
Would you know, how could you
Manage without it today
Disavow, give up, escape, shun
Your pledges full of lies
Disavow, give up, escape,
Shun your pledges full of lies
Learn, decipher, look for,
Solve the riddles of your life
Feed your spirit with ludicrous curses...
Gruesome dance that tricks you,
Your heart is beating on a rhythm
That is not yours
Become the prodigy of your time
The genius of some has sealed
The destiny of all
To understand
Disavow, give up, escape, shun
Your pledges full of lies
2. Thirst For Power
If i could control my dreams, be the master of my nights
Relive the struggles of my days, not to suffer but dominate these fights
If I could rule a universe where only my person would matter
And not just be a pawn in a world heading straight for disaster
Raise some armies, just for slaughters' sake of my fellow creatures
Meet harmonious and fair societies of a forbidden future
The ability to struggle, shape my life, follow my principles
No longer be haunted by religions and the infidels' rattles
These dreams that are mine
Are not they those of others?
A universe for a human being
Is it not too much?
Some are too coward and too weak
To dare to think to dominate a world
Even if theirs, they're all confused
Preferring the slavery of their carnal life
Some kingdom to conquer
Unlimited source of power
My imagination is braved
My violence is boundless
You've chosen to be slave, become my victim
Nothing belongs to you, neither your body nor your mind
Bulging and overweening, such is my thirst of power
Decadent, perverted, so have become my ideals
Day after day, night after night, ever vision, every dream
My subconscious dictate all my real or imaginary actions
In what reality will I surface? What world will be mine?
What are the rules to follow, blood in my mind, blood in my hands
Never mind, here is my path, I survive, you perish
3. Blackout
With suffering but alive, I'm running through decimated bodies
Gapping, suppurated, oozing, are the wounds of my blood brothers
Through blood for freedom, I rise up against these dictators
Vindicative, oppressive, menaching, is the yoke of these warmasters
Participate in the symphony of destruction, kill to survive
Remember how thin life is on earth
Defend the sovereign laws of your country, brutalize to dominate
Remember how scarce air is on earth
Blackout, Blackout
With joy, but soulless, I've dealt out death with bomb dropping
For the riches, with napalm I destroy my enemies' nations
Exploded, erased, are the targeted peoples
Lost, trivial is the light of these poor men
Blackout, Blackout
With disgust but vomitless, I instinctively pick up my body's parts
Char, burning, rusted, is the blade that doubles me up with pain (now)
Through blood for freedom, I rose up against these tyrants
Deserved, blessed, soothing will soon be my rest, I've been slain
Participate in the symphony of destruction, kill to survive
Remember how thin life is on earth
Defend the sovereign laws of your country, brutalize to dominate
Remember how scarce air is on earth
Build up your way to hope, stab your fill (till exultation)
Remember some won't flinch and take your place
Fight for a legitimate war, eviscerate to civilize
Remember we are running out of water, out of sun
4. Chronicles From The Stone Age
Borned into an ageless fossilized tribe, at last I wake up
My body and my Heart both bleed for Man's destiny
As budding as disappointing, it will hasten Adam's coming
Now all seems clear and outlined to me as it must be
Borned at the dawn of evolution, I finally wake up
My mind and my hand both sign Man's destiny
My cavern will be the concrete expression of my genius through the centuries
Now all seems clear and outlined to me as it must be
Broken, snatched, hacked, scattered
Men and Women hand over your souls and give them to Adam
Destroyed, carved, mutilated, mangled
Men and Women give me your rests to illustrate my account
For decades, I built the story of the One who will save the Earth from decay
Day after day, I shaped, I shaped Adam's existence, the Saviours
The stone got the gift to convey absolute equilibrium
Blood permits to create the sadistic dimension for history's survival
Now all seems clear and outlined to me as it must be
My work will be my existence, my cave will become my art
My music the sound of stone against stone
My pain the one of others, limbs that I'll snatch from victims
Now all seems clear and outlined to me as it must be
5. Life Controller
I'm a newborn granted the opportunity to live
Future representative of my race, I have been chosen
I've seen many others that have been ripped apart
Is it a crime to regulate one's own for the rest to survive?
I'm an old man granted the right to rot
First guinea pig of my race, I have been chosen
I've seen many others that have been deconnected
Is it a crime to regulate one's own for the rest to survive?
I'm a mother granted the opportunity to give birth
Scientists' ultimate creator, I've been impregnated
I've seen abnormal females that have been suffocated
Isn't it right for healthy surrogate mothers to live on?
Be the foundation stone
Assert your creators' survival
Be the foundation stone
Assert your creators' survival
Tell me what use you are to know if you will survive
Give me your abilities and I'll keep you alive
If not die
I'm a poor man granted the opportunity to work
As a new thinker among my brothers, I've been recognized
I've seen unsuccessful men whose lives were terminated
Isn't it justice that the best amongst us win?
I'm a model granted a chance to be cloned
My fathers' ancient prototype, I have been made
Dismantled 'cause of my obsolete structure, I've declined
Why can't development pioneers be a part of the death-dealing elite?
6. Edaenia 2312
See the scene of devastation
Brought about by your father
Your hope's here, you will learn
How to rebuilt a future
Touch the ravaged land
Bequeathed by your ancestors
Your saviour's here, you will learn
How to get life to come forth again
Join Edaenia
Hear this deathly silence
Brought about by your father
Your hope's here, you will learn
How not to fear loneliness
Smell the charred bodies
Bequeathed by your ancestors
Your saviour's here, you will learn
How not to wage wars
Join Edaenia, Man's hope
As was written in the Prophecy
Taste irradiated flesh, caused by your actions
Here is your future, you'll probably learn
Not to give death anymore
Here is your future, you'll probably learn
Not to give death anymore
7. State Of Secret
In the depths of rock and earth, I took shape
By my father's lunacy and genius, I built up awarences
Father, engrave, slit
Fill up my veins
My influence spread, my power soared, my legions converted
Holy quest for some, mass grave for others, I eat them all
Amount of learning for my power
Surrounded with legends, and distant from others, I copied them yet
Trivial looking although nasty, I bowed to the criteria of a changing world
Into which I fit unduly and prepare my predicted reign
Announcement of the saviours
Protected secret
Manipulated masses
Honored prophecy
Decimated enemies
This failing world
Will be the cocoon of my chrysalis
In search of a neverending evolution
This humanity that believes it's omniscient
Is getting ready to surrender
Exhausted resources, suffocating nature
Overcrowded areas, non existent tolerance
Ways to a total war with a unique survivor
...EDAENIA...
8. Eternal Messiah
Will you recognize the nature of your roots?
Will you find, in the engraved burning stone your personal search?
Imagine a profitable prophecy announced monolith of Man's rebirth
Hear the Messiah's name, as the path to our cult
Disown, renounce your mortal life
Believe in your father's written works
Will you recognize, the brothers who are yours?
Will you find, the mangled blood true nature of your existence?
Brave the rules, the ones that generated your birth
Give the rest of your lifetime, so you'll defend Man's quest for humanity
Could you endure, ordeals established by your peers?
Will you follow, in the blood written works, your vocation thus revealed?
Realize your part of the prophecy
Inherent tribute to human race's survival
Ensure your lineage
As the key to access to your cast
Could you fully assume, the role confided to you?
Will you follow, the instructions for bringing into play of the project?
Let it be engraved in your flesh, the sign of Obsequium Minaris legions
Perpatuate your inherited works, then you'll become eternity's prophet
Disown, renounce your mortal life
And see the saviour
Believe in your father's written works
Give birth to Adam
9. Obsequium Minaris
We are legions
Hidden through the ages
Secret among secret, embedded in masses, we're acting
Manipulating, killing by necessity, we're protecting
Soracle's prophecy
Adam and Edaenia
The next humanity
Your future
From the first men
From the earliest civilizations
With the passing time, we've adapted ourselves
To depend on no one, here's our principle
Technology, economy, politics, ecology
Dominate all domains, here is our strength
Obsequium Minaris
Soracle's legions
Chosen among the chosen
Guardians of the prophecy
Obsequium Minaris
Soracle's legions
Chosen among the chosen
Guarantor of Edaenia
We've fought barbarians, warriors, zealots
Whatever the means, Adam has been protected
We've defeated peoples, kingdoms, religions
Whatever the means, the cave has remained a secret
Overpopulation, misery
Disfigured environment
10. Hidden Genocide
I try to assert myself, I seek to dominate
The end justifies the means, I will be merciless
I hold the ability to destroy, I have the power to kill
The end justifies the means, I will design some disease
What's a nation, what's a continent?
What's a fellow, what is a people?...Nothing but livestock
What is ethics, what's morality?
What's altruism, what's humanism?...Nothing but sterile thoughts
There's no struggle
No resistance
No guerrillas
Just illusions
There's no peace
No negotiation
No mediation
Just a hidden genocide
This underdeveloped continent, deserved only one thing
To die in despicable ways, and leave me its wealth
Imagine a virus, and people degenerating
Over three generations, imagine a virus
Crude physical and mental alterations
Your behavior deteriorating, your instincts more debase
Your eating habits changing, you will fading out
All that makes you human disappearing, you're turning into a pig
Your face's shaping your background
To gorge yourself and laze around, suce are your motivations
Man's caricature, even your pride gets lost
In the gaping bodies of your ripped open brothers