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Exodus
« Another Lesson In Violence »
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1 | Bonded by Blood 03:34
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| 2 | Exodus 04:29
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| 3 | Pleasures of the Flesh 08:16
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| 4 | And Then There Were None 05:58
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| 5 | Piranha 05:42
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| 6 | Seeds of Hate 06:00
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| 7 | Deliver Us to Evil 08:29
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| 8 | Brain Dead 05:22
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| 9 | No Love 06:41
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| 10 | Lesson in Violence 05:58
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| 11 | Impaler 06:09
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| 12 | Strike of the Beast 09:19
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| | Total playing time: 75:57 |
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Paul Baloff - vocals
Gary Holt - guitars
Rick Hunolt - guitars
Jack Gibson - bass
Tom Hunting - drums |
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| Bonded By Blood
black magic rites on this black evil night
begin with the slice of the blade
metal and blood come together as one
onlookers they gasp in dismay
taste the sweet blood of one another
sharing without any greed
bang you head as if up from the dead
intense metal is all that yo |
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Хех, живой упрек Металлике. Концертник этих живых динозавров, которые вместе с М$ стояли у истоков трэша в начале 80-х, и в рядах которых когда-то нарезал миллионер Кирк Хаммет, звучит настолько беcкомпромисcно и угарно, что можно лишь снять шляпу и признать, что трэш-твою-мать музыка вечно живая и не стареющая. Имеем дюжину (обычную, не чертову) треков 300% трэша безо всяких там балад и соплей -- только скорость, злоба, напор, вихрь ударных и ломовые рифы гитар. Приготовьтесь -- махать в такт башкой придется от начала, и до конца -- а это ни много, ни мало 75 минут. Что еще добавить? Подборка песен -- на 5+, все 100% хиты. Звук просто супер; сыграно все живо и намного экстремальнее студийных записей. Пол Балофф визжит и хрюкает как свинья -- именно по вокалу этих ребят трудно с кем то спутать. Возможно, к такой музыке больше бы вязался брутальный вокал, дык это все-таки трэш, а не дэз... Кстати, как это звучит с брутальным вокалом, можно услышать купив альбом коверов от SFU (песенка "Пиранья"). Из недостатков можно отметить только много болтовни между трэками, правда это неплохо играет роль разгрузки между сплошным потоком скоростных боевиков и бережет бедную шею от растяжений и переломов...
Мастхэв для всех любителей трэша. Тем, кто не знаком с творчеством этой группы можно смело рекомендовать именно этот диск. Thrash lives! Ура, товарищи!! |
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Exodus напоминает нам, что он жив. Жив, причём ещё и кусается! Концертник, записанный ещё в 1997 году, и сейчас оставляет приятное впечаление. По сути дела, группа практически перепела свой дебютник и пару-тройку песен со второго альбома. Но как перепели! Энергия, агрессия, угар, рубилово (опять повторюсь :)) увеличились в разы. Те же "Strike Of The Beast", "Exodus" и "And Then There Were None" опять заставляют трясти башкой с новой силой. Отличный концертник отличной группы, напоминавший тогда, что трэш жил, трэш жив, трэш будет жить! |
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Любопытный образец концертного альбома и несомненный мастхэв для всех фэнов Exodus - вот как можно в двух словах охарактеризовать "Another Lesson In Violence". Что же это за зверь такой, спросите вы? А это, господа, весьма и весьма ценная с исторической точки зрения штука! Как известно, не выдержав всеобщего спада интереса к металу, в начале 90-ых годов прошлого столетия Exodus доблестно развалились. Конечно же, верные фэны настоящего американского трэша, разочарованные в той или иной степени поголовными сменами стилей или расформированиями практически всех грандов этого направления в музыке, требовали от своих любимых музыкантов немедленно прекратить мучительную музыкальную голодовку. В 1997 году их мольбы были услышаны. "Почти классический" состав группы, включавший в себя Гэри Холта, Рика Хунолта, Тома Хантинга, старого доброго Пола Баллофа, и нового басиста Джека Гибсона, кратковременно собрался вновь, и в международный женский день восьмого марта музыканты дали в родном Сан-Франциско специальный "ретро" концерт для всех людей, соскучившихся по атмосфере настоящего жесткого трэша середины 80-ых. Ну и конечно, просто грех было не записать это выступление! Собственно, полный вариант этого 80-минутного концерта и представлен на компакт диске "Another Lesson In Violence". Пройдемся по деталям. Запись была смикширована не нуждающимся в представлении Энди Снипом, поэтому за качество можно не волноваться, как звучал Exodus в тот день на сцене - точно так он и запечатлен на альбоме. А звучал он, надо сказать, чертовски хорошо, словно и не было тех долгих лет бездействия! Опять мы слышим пилящие мозг соляки Гэри и Рика, наслаждаемся ураганными риффами, и мощнейшим драйвом ритм секции. В сет листе, как можно догадаться, представлен практически весь классический альбом "Bonded By Blood", разбавленный троечкой написанных еще с Полом вещей с "Pleasures Of The Flesh", и совсем ранним боевиком "Impaler", в написании которого успел поучаствовать небезызвестный Кирк Хэмметт. Кроме этого эксклюзива, еще одна заметка для фэнов - текст "Seeds Of Hate" представлен здесь в своем первоначальном варианте, который не имеет абсолютно ничего общего с пацифизмом версии 1987 года. В общем, все достоинства на виду! А вот недостатки сразу и не заметишь. А их, на мой взгляд, целых три. Во-первых, вокал ныне покойного Пола Баллофа уже тогда представлял из себя довольно жалкое зрелище, не идущее ни в какое сравнение с дикими воплями на "Bonded By Blood". Во-вторых, совершенно не слышно толпу, благодаря чему напрочь теряется очень важный для концертника элемент "присутствия". И, в-третьих - Энди решил вообще не вырезать из выступления НИЧЕГО, так что в сумме паузы между песнями, заполненные довольно пустой болтовней мистера Баллофа, достигают чуть ли не десяти минут! Это, знаете ли, подход на очень сильного любителя! Так что будьте предупреждены, а "Another Lesson In Violence" получает от меня заслуженные восемь баллов. После этого кратковременного реюниона Exodus снова уйдут в тень, чтобы вернутся и по-настоящему показать всем кто есть кто на треш сцене в 2004 году. (Диск предоставлен компанией Фоно) |
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murder in the front row
crowd begins to bang
and there's blood upon the stage
bang you head against the stage
and metal takes its price
bonded by blood
metal takes hold death starts to unfold
it's loud like the worlds at an end
your in a blood fury the metal won't stop
onlookers they bang at command
cutting your palm and drinking your blood
the power that few others dare
you feed the need to go out and kill
the same need that your blood brother shares
murder in the front row crowd begins to bang
and there's blood upon the stage
bang your head against the stage
and metal takes its price
bonded by blood
Exodus
it starts with life, a way to live
I love the sound of pain
the more it hurts the better I feel
the world will fall insane
it comes to me late late at night
when I feel like being cruel
whip out the chains and get the knife
and slay some innocent fool
get in our way and we're going to take your life
kick in your face and rape and murder your wife
plunder your town your homes they'll burn to the ground
you won't hear a sound until my knife's in your back
the exodus attack
the filthy sound of death and pain
brings pleasure that I need
the rotting hide the burning flesh
the smell and I agree
bloody corpse makes me feel great
painkiller in my life
cut bare flesh to the bone
use a rusty knife
get in our way and we're going to take your life
kick in your face and rape and murder your wife
plunder your town your homes they'll burn to the ground
you won't hear a sound until my knife's in your back
and the exodus attack
buzzards eat as well as worms
nature s death machines
pin you on the desert floor
now you re hell's cuisine
I tell you all it's the way to live
get stronger on death glory
infringing on sacrificial rites
death's your final story
Pleasures Of The Flesh
Smell of death lurks around the place
Human need, unholy race
See the bloody pile of bones
The night is filled with hellish moans
It's been around for oh so long
At dawn of time they sang their song
The need to eat the human flesh
The strength it gives to pass the test
Feel the power
Of your unholy death
Feeding-frenzy
Human-flesh
To live
Ther is no law, it's time to fight
A brutal hunt every night
Life grows through hounds of flesh
A stronger soul from another death
Hidden back, yet deep within
Jungle's there, it's always been
Hunt at night to stalk their prey
Kill and eat it before it's day
Feel the power
Of your unholy death
Feeding-frenzy
Human-flesh
To live
Dead bodies lie where they fed
Half eaten carcass stained red
Hunting parties come to call
Leaving nothing, they take it all
There's no need to change their ways
Blood and money, it always pays
Don't disturb their solitude
Or the next victim will be you!
And Then There Were None
wars coming start running
eyes blinded by the nuclear blast
hearts beating retreating
all around are bodies burned to ash
children crying and people dying
no salvation from this holocaust
bodies burning and now their learning
in war painful death's the bloody cost
life ends in sin
god cries world dies
and then there were none
the world starts to burn
the world powers learn
tha satans work is done
wheels grinding the glare's blinding
bullets flying all around your head
tanks crushing and soldiers rushing
if you live you'll wish that you were dead
stop praying there's no saving
no salvation from your fiery grave
brains swelling bodies smelling
and satan comes to see that no one's saved
Piranha
slicing jaws a way of life
brought up to waste mankind
loki's pets his little children
deadly eyery time
trapped in swamps by gates of hell
don't ever: let them out
for if you do and they escape
you'll fight a bloody bout
piranha kill in a pack – you'll run
piranha start to attack – you'll done
if you think you can beat – deadly school
if you think you can live – vou're a fool
gates of hell are old and cracked
they tumble and they fall
out rush a bloody wall of death
to kill anything at all
their sole mission is t0 kill
strip your bones and flesh
rip out your eyes tear off your face
an agonizing death
piranha kill in a pack – you'll run
piranha start to attack – you're done
if you think you can beat – deadly school
if you think you can live – you're a fool
Seeds Of Hate
Hatred is spreading like the plague
The fuse is cut the line's been frayed
The third world's a time bomb ready to blow
Soon the earth will explode!
How can we help you
If you don't know
The ending of the fate?
Would you help us
Raise the terror
Against the seeds of hate
Martyrs dying for their cause
Giving their lives to take ours
Believing that what they do is right
But now we'll help them see the light
Innocent victims cry out in pain
Nations are under attack
Tension and anger are building within
Now is the time to fick back
Helpless civilians they hope for solutions
To problems that have to be solved
Now's the time for action, no time for retraction
Now you will stand
Or you will fall!
Deliver Us To Evil
in my grave down below
hell's fire starts to glow
my prayers have now been heard
by my lord, my god. master lucifer
there is no life or birth
when the undead walk the earth
unholy blaspheme and torment
are now set free.
lead us into temptation
a reign of terror will begin
deliver us to evil
we promise death, world's end
incubus in the sky
pentagram held high
hell's filth hounds begin to bark
the bells begin to tone
virgin lies in blood
the blood was once her own
the redness and the horror of blood
swept acro55 the land I stood
lead us into temptation
a weigh of terror will begin
deliver us to evil
we promise death, world's end
black prince of hell
in fire he reigns
your god above wrapped up in chains
there is no love
when works collide
deliver us to evil
when god has died
I laugh while they cry
their fears build up inside
in their confusion they try to run
but it's no use, my work is done
slow death is the price
for living such wasted lives
their bodies they burn and bleed
until they bow, my word they heed
you've led us into temptation
our reign of terror has begun
deliver us to evil
prince of hell
satan's son
Brain Dead
Your body lies without a twitch-can't move
Feeling gone, nothing to say or do
Still alive but you can't think or see
You're looking like a vegetable to me
The darkness lives forever
Within your mind
Time rolls by and you never paid the cost
Without your mind your body-it's lost
Should we help to keep you alive?
Now's the time to help you
DIE!!!
The darkness lives forever
Within your mind
No dreams, no thoughts it's only
Endless time
Brain dead
Brain dead
Brain dead
Brain dead
No Love
come into my home
black master rules the night
see the power start to surge
upon a hellish sight
it's time to raise them up
up from below the grave
white bones glow savagery
provide the light we crave
turn to look at baphomet
from below and not above
welcome to my sacrifice
tonight there'll be no love
the darkness is my lover
she makes he feel strong
take what I wamt, when I want
at night I do no wrong
when I walk the streets:
got loki on my side
slit your throat, drink your blood
who cares when others die
turn to look at baphomet
from below and not above
welcome to my sacrifice
tonight there'll be no love
you thought you'd live for oh 50 long
now it's your turn to die
live with satan down in hell
born to forever cry
took your life I don't feel bad
born to live in hell
died for nothing. slow decay
your body starts to smell
A Lesson In Violence
if you got something to say
then come my way
i'm guarded by satan
i'm riding on baphomet
i'll teach you a lesson in violence
you won't soon forget
the pleasure of watching you
is whati will get
fight – for what you believe to be right
crushing with all your might
I laugh at their pitiful cries
they run from the fire in my eyes
nothing can save them now
you've learned a lesson in violence
get on your knees and bow
or learn a lesson in violence
I love to stab my victims
until they're dead
a knife to the throat
or a smashing blow to the head
i'm judge and jury
my sentence has just been passed
step into the circle of hell
if you think you can last
fight for what you believe to be right
crushing with all your might
I laugh at their pitiful cries
they run from the fire in my eyes
nothing can save them now
you've learned a lesson in violence
get on your knees and bow
or learn a lesson in violence
Impaler
Comes from the land where night is day
The people live in fear
Been this way for oh so long
Another four thousand tears
Everyday he hunts to kill
You know he can't help himself
Same routine time after time
A way to seize the wealth
Drinking blood don't mean a thing
Life means even less
Impale your wife, slay your son
Another gory mess
Born in hell, left to die
Now out for all your blood
Living his life day to day
To stake you to the mud
What you see, he don't care
Now you bleed, start to stare
Cut you down, rip you up
Watching warm blood run
Crush your skull strike him well
When you land, just impaled
Freshly done, there's no hope
Watching warm blood run
What you see, he don't care
Now you bleed, start to stare
Freshly done, there's no hope
Watching warm blood run
Impaler!
Strike Of The Beast
walking down the backstreets
the noon is full and high
you feel your body start to sweat
someone's about to die
you turn around and run
it's the only thing to do
someone's about to die
and that someone... is you
time to run or fight
off the strike of the beast
you hear the creature's hooves
start to echo through your brain
you fear the demon's hellish howl
it makes you go insane
you smell the creature's fowl stench
laced with death and waste
don't lose your mind he's right behind
breathing fire in your face
time to run or fight
off the strike of the beast
if you fail you'll be
the hellish demon's feast
black as night he begins his flight
wings outstretched in the cold
glowing eyes, he wears no disguise
his evil has yet to be told
breathing fire the beast is flying higher
now he swoops down on his prey
all the world a horrid mess
leaving black earth in decay
the beast prepares for battle
and you prepare to die
the blood running down your throat
dulls you woeful cry
you can feel the power rage within your soul
when you die you go to hell and live... forevermore