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Очередной «техничный» дэт-альбом, с выделенной гитарно-басовой частью и нарочито простыми партиями ударных. В принципе, творчество Pavor легко укладывается в стилистику, наиболее активными проповедниками которой считаются сейчас Anata, Decapitated, Gorod, а чуть раньше – Gorguts. Соответственно, немцев можно было бы назвать «еще одной командой, похожей на…», если бы когда-то именно Pavor первыми не изобрели техничный дэт-метал в его нынешнем виде. Рецепт материала, выпущенного в 1994-м под заглавием «A Pale Debilitating Autumn», включал в себя, в числе прочего, элементы брутального дэта и чрезвычайно высокую (для своего времени) плотность звукоизвлечения. Новые ориентиры для жанра прослеживались четко: меньше стилевого разброса, больше сосредоточенности, еще больше сложных партий, отказ от атмосферности в пользу злого и быстрого звучания. За прошедшие 9 лет, на которые пришлось частичное соучастие в Bethlehem и Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult, коллектив слегка остепенился – «Furioso» звучит обстоятельней и спокойней. Скорости остались примерно теми же, но в контексте нового времени и более плотного звучания они уже не кажутся высокими; звук - немногим ниже и убедительней. За что Pavor действительно стоит похвалить: среди техно-дэтовых команд немцы остаются в числе немногих, которые умеют (когда надо) грамотно выделить партию отдельного инструмента, не загромождая повсеместно «эфир» бессмысленной звуковой акробатикой, найти в которой начало и концы – дело не из легких. Мелодии и настроение прослеживаются легко, но дух от них не захватывает. Хороший альбом, за прошедшее десятилетие - один из немногих в стиле, отличающийся разумной техничностью, но кроме нее ничего примечательного не предлагающий. |
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With the spirit
Within which all values are
Irreversibly converted into nothingness
Death now hides in the mist of the twilight
Within these mystic walls you'll see the face of mine
Grabbed by gelid claws
The stiffness of my soul will never thaw
So strong and clear as a crystal now gleams
What once was torn and riddled with holes
Never secede from my gloom
Always revile
Even if lingering fate dared to thieve my life...
As the emptiness in the core
Of all your hopes and dreams
I would return
The wrinkles in my face
Did not result from weakness and disease
But my continuous frowning
Carved them into my skin
Seeing them fight a losing battle
Spurs me on to press ahead
With the inevitable process
And lead them straight to their goal
The ones who are close to me
They are just the last enemies on my way
Over and over again
When my aggressions find vent
And my scorn reaches the climax
I can only be appeased by the ardour
Of never abating animosity
Never secede from my gloom
Always revile
Even if lingering fate dared to thieve my life...
As the emptiness in the core
Of all your hopes and dreams
I would return
The wrinkles in my face
Did not result from weakness and disease
But my continuous frowning
Carved them into my skin
Death now reigns in the mist of the twilight
The ones who caught a glimpse could see the face of...
2. Perplexer: Perdition Projectile
Their fatuous drabness I invade to perplex
- a trailblazer heading for a fatal tryst
The sole true decisive thesis is in conflict with the limpness
Of the construct of their callow plan
Their inept irksome poorness...
The programmatic inanity will be trembling at the blast
Of my hitech Artistry's glistening sway
With adamant impulsion I target their fickle views
The nugatory cant that all too obviously verifies their inexpert ways
And the prevailing intellectual poverty
Assailant of a rotary efficacy, mathematical aggressor
Ballistic menace executed with acute wrath
Into the doleful dreary darkness
Here comes the gleam of luciferous intricacy
Those whose minds are dim and naked
Shall be clothed by the elegant shine of the cartridge
Quiver and wail
The unmitigated impetus
Resulting in a scintillating shock
Judgements fail
Eye the projectile shimmering like gold
Gracefully refined the bullet has struck
But did they see the light
Brilliancy in the thick of the world's obscure naivety
What a bitter lack of perspicacity
In their limitless yet unnoticed thraldom -
Their unconscious justification of intellectual poverty
3. Wroth Volcanic Vent
A venerated vaulting of veracious vitality
Vainly vying with volcanic virtuosity...
A full-fledged rift, inwrought with feel
That will portentously conceal
Its fervid pith, bodes megrims glum.
The rubicund residuum
Of vacuous venereal brume
And pristine, procreant perfume
Secludes the gleams of subdued scourge:
Death.
Conflagration foils eftsoon
The candent ferine swoon
Of laving in the grume of a liquid heaven
When mettled lava omens hell for a mistimed futurity
That will discerpt the purity of this fumarole
From which funest vapor histrionically rises
Meretricious gilder of a thousandfold nullity
Working in due course
To exude the onerous fidget,
The gaunt fount of flustering fusion
An ineluctable wound has been imposed
In my emaciated days of tortuous irretention
A hesitative fascinator quelled a taintless ambition
Impassibleness impossible
Like a granitic hoar rock impassable
Is the impassionment, the impediment
Of impenetrable realms imperiling me
With fissures that flout and filch...
Foul larcenies aimed to make me quail
Tangible trickles have spendthriftly bedewed
The soil with flagrant fluid...
And though I know grum furor
My fastidious ground is vaguely relumed
Meretricious gilder of a thousandfold nullity
Working in due course
To exude the onerous fidget,
The gaunt fount of flustering fusion
An ineluctable wound has been imposed
While oftentimes a grudger's loss
Of nature's auburn glabrous foss
Caused vertiginous wistfulness
And sudorific, forced ingress
To looming meres of nascent tears
So tacitly in olden spheres,
Now like a newborn wildly wauls:
Death!
4. Furioso
Torn is now the lumpish nest
A simper razed at Pain's behest.
Plumpness has been contused
In the pent-up machines of truth
With extravagant intractability
Terse algorithms of massive terror
Hypersonic ammunition of a furious colossus
Inverse permutations in faltering transformations
What face remains dead?
A drought that nothing can allay... nothing but death
Specific objectives will soon be attained
Tenuous linearity
Specious robustness now feckless
Trampled down by a thought
Of greater lust
Torn is now the lumpish nest
A simper razed at Pain's behest.
Plumpness has been contused
In the pent-up machines of truth
Terse algorithms of massive terror
Hypersonic ammunition of a furious colossus
Inverse permutations in faltering transformations
Incessantly... Furioso!
5. A Schizoid Uglifier
A way
A way through a senescent gloaming
Into the daggered wold
Whose quondam death longs for me
A boisterous breakdown
Of stark disintegration
Harshly foiled the outbreak
The gigantic febrile collapse
Usurped the fleeting vigour
I had wreaked my lurid havoc
On the once hale, tombless plains...
Stern hate spit forth by the axe of terror
Dudgeon and spite slung across the site
A tragic tributary trance stifled the lambent flames
With a frigid lower hankering for dissemination
Struck by a telic darkness
A subfusc pride of stone
Strident throes escort my quenchless fellness
To a predawn tyranny
...and a fulsome flood of wisdom
In dank, foul air I´m pestered
By the feigned noetic plague
Whose dour sullen pernicious ubiquity
Is personified by a schizoid uglifier
Rampantly, a refulgent simulacrum of understanding
Spread out with a razor-sharp sough
To establish a placid solemnity...
Predominant, veritably
The vermeil partition wall
And the vestige of my farthest thoughts beyond
6. Crucified Hopes
Mayhem in the city, desolation devoured helpless lives
The storm deracinated trees, the earth quaked, created for demise
The buildings were destroyed, big chaos, hopeless people with no aims
Thousands burst under debris, and burnt to death in a sea of flames
A mass of blood and testines, corpses and limbs was lying in the street
The air was filled with death and pain and fear and the smell of carbonized meat
A group of people knelt on the ground
And raised their arms into the sky
They implored the almighty one
The lord, their god, to protect them, not to die
" He's the saviour in distress
The lord is always by your side
He will take away your fear "
But he didn't hear
They paid for their death and the lies they were told
Wanted their god to help, that was their fault
They served their master, didn't complain
Folded their hands and died in pain
A group of people knelt on the ground
And raised their arms into the sky
They implored the almighty one
The lord, their god, to protect them, not to die
To god they chose to give their fate
Expecting to receive salvation and aid
Credulous but faithful they had to be
A lethal conflict in their land
Instead of running as fast as they can
They pray and want their god to rule
Religion wants to spread love and peace
The lord's almightiness shall increase
But guns are stronger than the holy help
They believe in eternal life
That their souls will rise into the sky
Where Jesus stands with open arms
To take them to his reich
Useless fantasticality
The made-up god has died eternally
Millions of bibles have been sold
But never the promises will unfold
Prophet or profit, easy to see through
Their dull faked maxims
Have never been true
Millions were killed and die each day
But he didn't hear them pray
Stupid miracles and parables
Devised for even dumber people on earth
Love and peace, the holy law
Well he didn't avoid the war
Wimps so stupid and naive
Unworldliness beyond belief
7. Inconsistent ClayBlood Totemist
Inconsistent ClayBlood totemist
In a crude callous sweltering sludge of pettiness
The daunting defrauder, cerise perpetrator
Painstakingly slunk away... superficially,
Flustering, flurrying.
A principal of full-blooded shame.
That ample ambit of acrid abstruseness
Should make me rue the day
Of carbonaceous smirch, organic cupreous outflow
The day that mawkishly hid its miry soot
And mine...
The origin of the encirclement of vast bedevilling quagmires
Emblematic for the extent of fate and its asperity
By casuistry soiled, decelerated and temporized
A redundant constancy bespeaks the deepness of misconstruction
And defeatist bellicosity
Walled vicissitudes waver in vertiginous heights
While apprehension plangently liquefies
Leaving two in wan convoluted realities
Furthered by the grossness of the leverage of impolitic prevarications
Troublous times have cynically sculptured the negligibility of all propitiations
In lustreless marble still bearing the statuesque momentousness
Of a totem for ClayBlood
I make my astuteness evince
The dubious exiguity of magnanimity hurriedly bereft
Tumultous torrents have failed to slake my thirst
Of torrid red they were, a quickened mass of odd feminity
I did encourage zest and lust to join
But I was followed by death and pain and loss
While I contritely rescind the postwar negation of unalterable pulchritude
Prostrated by the congruous triteness
Of both its provenance and its loathsome recurrence
I sense I am historicity
For a period not known for a long time
8. Dilettante's Dilemma
Hundreds of thousands
Well-defined operands in an intricate equation
Perfect conciseness
A fulminant contrivance pushing brilliance to its apex
Confirmed by reality
Ailing objectors turned out to be fools
Lingering dilemma
Of the ungifted man
Being vexed by an encoded axiom