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 Замечательное изобретение – кроссовер! Место встречи хардкор-панка с трэшем. Название давно устарело, потому что так можно назвать большинство современных групп, занимающихся микшированием всевозможных жанров. Однако жаргонное словечко - „кроссовок“ - прекрасно, ибо моментально возвращает в далёкие восьмидесятые: тогда все просто с ума сходили по высоким белым кроссовкам фирм „Адидас“ или „Рибок“. Появился кроссовер параллельно трэшу, ещё до того, как оный ударил кулаком в самое сердце мэйнстрима. Трэш был впущен в „высокую лигу рок- жанров“, а бандитский „кроссовок“ так и остался валяться где-то на обочине. Это и понятно: слишком уж велика доля хаоса и стёба в творчестве любой группы, играющей в этом стиле. Так уж было заведено первопроходцами вроде Suicidal Tendencies, D.R.I., M.O.D, Exel, Corrosion Of Conformity, Agnostic Front. В девяностые тоже возникали подобные группы, например, Biohazard. Но речь сейчас не них.
В начале двухтысячных появляется несколько групп, которые можно считать третьей, волной жанра. Municipal Waste - одна из них, которая выпустила свой дебютный альбом в 2003 году и назвала его „Waste' em All“. В отличие от своих знаменитых коллег из Metallica, ребята предлагают как можно быстрее выбросить всех. Не просто быстро, а молниеносно! Вероятно, во время маниакальных приступов ребята развивают просто запредельную скорость. Это и есть фирменная „фишка“ группы: выдавать очень скоростные куски относительно всего остального материала, когда сбивки „захлёбываются“, а риффы захлёстывают друг друга. К примеру, Blunt Force Trauma выдают более основательный и ровный материал. Дебютник Municipal Waste получился абсолютно отвязным. Несколько припадочных трэков слушаются „на ура!“. Особенно „Death Prank“, длительностью всего 9 секунд, что представляет собой вполне целостный и законченый стафф с интро, основной частью и логичной концовкой. шестнадцатисекундная „I Want To Kill the President“ начинается с нескольких слов персонажа, критикующего президента за то, что начал войну... конкретно за какую, осталось не понятным. Вы получите концентрированную дозу безумия, прослушав маленький шедевр „Thrash?! Don't Mind If I Do“! Замечательна и титульная „Waste' em All“, прежде всего разнообразными и скоростными сбивками. Можно сказать, что ребята не подкачали и полностью оправдали знаменитое название. Великолепно отработал тогдашний ударник группы; ну и респект вокалисту, способному настолько быстро и сравнительно внятно читать текст, при этом изображая полное сумасшествие. Снизить балл можно лишь за несколько проходных трэков. Советую всем любителям жанра прослушать сей альбом и тут же приняться за уборку. You're wasting your time! |
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THE SWEET ATTACK
Will leave you breathless
BASHED HURT-BRUIDED BLOODIED-SLASHED BURNT
Your're the victim of the awsome sweet attack!
You crossed the lineI won't let this shit slideI planned this awesome sweet attack so there won't be a next
time
Unsuspecting victims with no chance to watch their backs
Blown to bits, annihilated by the awesome sweet attack!
Mutants of War
The walls are closing in
Fueled wit hate it strikes again
Structures are falling to the ground
Shattered hope lies in the rubble and the smoke
As were spreading death and carnage across the town
BEWARE! here comes the pain
Metal slicing through your brain
A figure stands atop a pile of corpses with an evil smile
Asphalt slick with slime and blood
This toxic warriors day has come
Bringing death and carnage with his soldiers running wild
Now is the time we settle the score
We are the mutants-THE MUTANTS OF WAR!
Brought forth from rusty barrels that the government set aside
A virus quickly spreading reaping carnage nation wide
Wasting the land-MUTANT WAR!
Death is at hand-MUTANT WAR!
Melting your face-MUTANT WAR!
Tasting the waste
Across the barren land
burning flesh as corpses spoi
No one in this world is fucking spared
We came to thrash and kill
Slimig victims at our will
Noting can stop your worst nightmare!
MUTANTS OF WAR!l
Knife Fight
Ome slashers fate to rule the streets
A game of death he must compete
A piercing blade to the throat
Wil end the terror the knofe invoked
An unknown soldier drew the line
A mark of death he soon would findIn a twist of fate he could prevail
A game of bloodshed
That one would fail
Falling to the pavement
Blade in hand
One survivor
ONE DEAD MAN
Ending all hope of compromise
The fight is over when one man dies
His blade struck fast with thrashing might
Sending death, his chance was slight
A splatter of red in the black of night
Blood on the street
The deadly knife fight!
Drunk as Shit
I know you can't understand my words
I bet you wish I had left
I walk and fumble but I'm still causing trouble
Because I'm drunk as shit
Sorry that I pissed on your couch
Sometimes shit gets out of control
The last thing that I remember
Was something kinda clever
Like calling you and asshole
Now do me favor
And get the last one out of the freezer
The sun is up
Still drunk
Talking shit don't give a fuck
Raid the fridge
Ate your food
Party like a total dude
People say I will regret it when I get my hangoverId regret it even more if spend the night sober
At war with earth
Nothing I fear
Weed, speed metal, liquor and beer!
DRUNK AS SHIT! (repeat with all your friends)
Death Prank
BEWARE OF THE DEATH PRANK!
BEWARE OF THE DEATH PRANK!
BEWARE OF THE DEATH PRANK!
Didn't think it would go this far
Now your stuck under this car
Pushed the limits
Now the jokes on you!
Substitute Creature
At Municipal High today
1000 kids were slaughtered in a disgusting way
And they were students with severed heads
And mutilated limbs
The ones who made it out alive were covered in slime!
She's the one who killed the kids - all she wanted was a fix
Not a human not a teacher - she's a substitute creature! Everyone ran in panic as she followed them the police were useless
they were scared as shit
Gaining and gaining she kept getting closer
Trashed all the kids cars and stole a bulldozer
The fucking creature can't be stopped
Already butchered all the cops
It's a slimy schoolyard slaughter
Wait till you see the creature's daughter
She's the one who killed the kids - all she wanted was a fix
Not a human not a teacher - she's a substitute creature!Strange things are afoot at Municipal High, man!
SUBSTITUTE CREATURE!
And she's always on your ass
SUBSTITUTE CREATURE
And she's fucking gaining fast!
She's the SUBSTITUTE CREATURE
And she's gonna fucking eat you!
Waste 'em All
Once again faced with choices
Decisions that should shape my life
I weigh the options for what its worth
Continuing my daily strife (not the shitty band)
But as days go on the more it builds
These people suck all my will
My patience thins day after day
Leaving me with one choice to kill!
There's no turning back
I just wanna waste 'em all
Someone gonna pay
I'm gonna waste there ass today
Bodies are gonna drop
I'm never gonna fucking stop
I've found this place it's much too late
I'll lay this fuckin' town to waste!
Daily life
Routines
Dead and job
It's all the same
Working for a living
It amounts to nothing
Holding back from going insane!
Sharpen my axe
Stock my supplies
They pissed me off too many times
And now they're gonna die!
Chopping, slashing, ripping, bashing
Those who have pissed me off this time
Now they see is much too late
The day has come vengeance is mine!
Toxic Revolution
Rising from the streets
Screams of pain - the sewers heat
Something's here to kill you
It's under your nose
The sounds of destruction
And here show it goes
Underneath the sewer
Lies an ever flowing stream
Of toxic revolution
To destroy everything!
Look and see the scorched earth
Look into the sky
The Waste is fucking coming
Better kiss your ass goodbye
Violent revolutions is circling around
Churches and police stations burnt to the ground
WASTE THE FLAG - EAT THE DEAD
STREETS SLIME GREEN - SEAS BLOOD RED
Toxic youth will rise and claim this world
Once and for all!
I Want to Kill the President
He says I'm too young
To party so I sit here
Pissed and bored
But if he's mad at a country
He can send me off to war
Now I wanna kill the president
Takes all the money out of my pay check
And tells me to drive slow
He's gonna learn his lesson
Man the fuckers gotta go
Thrash?! Don't Mind If I Do
Now it's time we raise the stakes
And thrash this town we fuckin' hate
Your beer prices are way to high
Sell it cheap or fucking die!
Doormen don't charge us
Cause they're scared that we'll charge them
We'll leave 'em dead and twitching
I couldn't help but notice that the band i came to see
Was playing to the speed of Kenny G
A trail of victims in my wake
Crushing skulls till faces break
Another night with the Waste
Ungodly scene of guts and beer
Bloody faces stiff with fear
We only play the fast shit here!
THRASH! Don't mind if I do
Storm of pain-troops of thrash
Four (chill) dudes that will whip your ass
Sites are set-now it's time
Thrash out of your mind!
Thrash don't mind if I do!
Dropped Out
Sick of alarms that wake me up
I'm sick of school I hate the bus
So fed up with all these daily things
That teacher's push inside my brain
I sit and close my eyes and count the seconds that go past
Juts to go home to some dumb asshole that wants to beat my ass
DROPPED OUT DROPPED OUT
A shitty day again
My family sucks - I got no friends
I need a break - a fast escape
To drop out of the human race
Fuck my school - screw my work
This town is sucking all I'm worth
I need to fucking drop out man
My backs against the wall!
In a rut just cant tell - if this is school or really he
l wanna fucking drop out man - I wanna end it all
Sick of alarms that wake me up
I'm sick of school I hate the bus
So fed up with all these daily things
That teacher's push inside my brain
DROPPED OUT DROPPED OUT
Blood Hunger
Searching for a virgin to sacrifice
These two are unfolding a tale
Resurrecting the unholy beast
To prepare for the Numerian feast
Patrons have no clue what they're fed
Left over limbs from the dead
This diner's feeding everyone
The special ingredient is blood
Cheerleaders are getting slaughtered
While their limbs are getting barrowed
Tongues are flopping on the floor
Collecting flesh till there's no more
Using body parts for the goddesses construction
To summon the great leader for the fucking earths destruction
Jock Pit
Sick of the normal dances that the people bring to shows
Its time to start the new shit that the kids don't even know
Dust off your white hate
Tuck in your polo shirt
Its time to start the new dance craze
That's really gonna hurt
Last one standing in the jock pit rules!
The most violent emo show that I've ever seen
Was when the Waste dressed like frat guys and destroyed everything!
Ripping our shirts off and thrashing around
Kicked out of places all over the town
Next time you're bored and Theresa show its time to fucking rock
Put on some real nice clothing and start thrashing like a jock Busting heads chipped tooth smiles
No one cares we're going wild
Everybody's bleeding while the jock pits spinning round
Last one standing in the jock pit rules
The Mountain Wizard
Up in the forest
In the lonely hills
Stalking his kill
He looks over mankind
Waiting to strike at the perfect time
Mankind's gonna fail
The world is in his grasp
Heed the fucking wizard
This day may be your last
Waiting all this time
Planning his chance to rule
Heed the mountain wizard
He's coming after you!
He's waited all these years
To cast the perfect spell
To rid this world of humans
And spend them straight to hell
He waves his staff at an unsuspecting city below
And the clouds above start to swirl as it lights a greenish glow
FIRST STRIKE:Earthquakes, lighting crashes, fire spreads
As he watches on with a smile as he counts the number dead
SECOND STRIKE:Buildings falling across death and sickness is at hand
THIRD STRIKE:Ashes ruble all that's left, victims breathe their dying breath
FOURTH STRIKE:The spell has worked after all
The wizard standing proud and tall
[hidden track]
You got your string
And you got your kite
You lead into the dark of the night
You're flyin'
On top of the world
You're flyin'
On top of the world
Takin' your kite
to your favorite place
And you're whippin' it soon
Into outer space
You're flyin'
You're flyin'
on top of the world