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At the Gates
« Gardens of Grief »
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| 1 | Souls of the Evil Departed 03:33
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| | 2 | At the Gates 05:22
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| | 3 | All Life Ends 06:09
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| | 4 | City of Screaming Statues 04:46
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| | Total playing time 19:52 |
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Tomas Lindberg - vocals
Alf Svensson - guitar
Anders Björler - guitar
Jonas Björler - bass
Adrian Erlandsson - drums |
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Music by At The Gates (90-91)
Lyrics by Lindberg/Svensson (90-91)
Recorded and mixed in Studio Sunlight Feb’91
Produced by Thomas Skogberg & At The Gates
Engineered by Tomas Skogberg
Originaly self-released as demo.
Reissued on vinyl in May, 1991 by Dolores Records. Reissued in 1995 on CD by
Black Sun Records in a slim jewel case. Reissued in 2004 on CD by Blackened
Records. All reissues feature alternate cover art.
Tomas wants to dedicate the lyrics in "The at the Gates" to the memory of Per Ohlin. R.I.P.
Live photo by Terese Windisch
Logo by Alf Svensson |
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| 1. Souls Of The Evil Departed
floating away within dreams
from a thousand worlds,
my sould has left the spheres of man
for all time...
the rest of me
the rotten limbs and my bones
dwelling within
the sacred gardens of greif
while my mind is adrift
upon the seas of starvation
a tombstone |
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 Не скрою, частенько возникает желание послушать, с чего же начинала та или иная знаковая группа. В случае с At The Gates – это дебютный ЕP “Garden OF Grief”, 21 минута плотного, немного тягучего дэта с элементами дума. В этих 4 вещах нет и намека на грядущее первенство в мелодик дэте: брутальный вокал, невысокая скорость и общая мрачная атмосфера удивительным образом соседствуют друг с другом, но сказать, что эта самая атмосфера производит сильное впечатления я не могу. Вещам не хватает выразительности, а группе своего лица, хотя не исключено, что продолжай творить в том же духе у At The Gates получилось бы совершить революцию и добиться высоких результатов в более жестком дэте. История же, как известно, не знает сослагательного наклонения, и поэтому “Gardens Of Grief” имеет исключительно коллекционную ценность для многочисленных фанатов, нежели действительно может похвастаться чем-то революционным. Тем же, кто недолюбливает At The Gates за мягкость, имеет смысл обратить внимание на этот ЕР и, кто знает, может быть он изменит негативные впечатления о группе? (Диск предоставлен компанией CD Maximum) |
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Буде в творчестве At the Gates провести воображаемую траекторию между «Gardens of Grief» (первым появлением коллектива на публике в виде демо-записи) и «With Fear I Kiss the Burning Darkness» (их вторым полноформатным альбомом), то главное достижение команды останется если не в другой плоскости, то лежащим где-то вдалеке от этой линии. Достижение это – подвижный и кусачий блэк-дэт с их дебютного альбома, который, как и положено всякому чуду, несколько выпадает из дискографии команды, произведшей его на свет. А вот ни на самих «Садах печали», ни на «Пылающей темноте» ни блэка, ни чего-то примечательного нет. Тех, кто как и я, искал тут предтечу грядущего прорыва, содержание диска разочарует.
В случае с рецензируемой работой есть мрачный, неторопливый, слегка рыхлый дэт скандинавского образца от Sunlight Studio, нанизанный на зачатки мелодэтовой основы, на фоне прочего творчества At the Gates весьма грузный. Он удивительно техничен и изворотлив для года и места происхождения, и только в этом походит на вышедший следом альбом. Кроме того, для формата «демо» запись более чем хорошо спродюсирована, продумана композиционно, и выглядит скорее обрывком полноценного произведения (как отчасти и есть – перезаписанный четвертый трэк впоследствии будет венчать «The Red in the Sky is Ours»). Кстати, разве что на том самом «City of Screaming Statues» и мелькнет блэк да какие-то атмосферные эффекты.
«Gardens of Grief» слишком неэмоционален. Здесь не то чтобы скучно, но обещанной названием чувственной глубины не ощущается. Знакомство с этой работой можно ограничить прочтением рецензии… |
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I am not forgotten
I remember faintly,
like whispers from beyond all time
the reasons for my death
but reason are part of life
and I am forever more, part of death
part of death
part of death
I greet you welcome
to the world of the evil departed
the neverending landscape of damnation
we were sowing the seeds of blasphemy
consumed by the burning flame of eternity
we were sowing the seeds of blasphemy
souls of the evil departed
all dwell here
in a number beyond counting
souls of the evil departed
souls of the evil departed
the memories are slowly eating away
at my shredded sanity
the yerning for life has vanished,
nothing left to live for
in this void
of lost souls and insanity
my existance
is a mockery
2. At The Gates
It is cold out here
and lonely is my journey
I walk the trail of broken souls
the darkest path through infinity
far behind my body rot
for me no more tomorrow
fear or pain I know not
and yet I am filled with sorrow
I am at the gates
Lord of chaos
let me sleep
space is deep
Lord of chaos...
through the gates the journey goes on
the fate of my immortal soul
through the gates the journey goes on and on...
All I crave is to sleep
All I crave is to sleep
Across the seas without no name
the weak spot of the creation
My crown of thorns all life it drains
as the sears back of my mind
but at the side of my lake
insanity wait for me to find
I am all as I am you and me
I am everything and will forever be
a part of your throughout eternity
when you die you too will be
heaven waits below as you will see
I am at the the gates but where are the keys
all I crave is to sleep
all I crave is to sleep
lord of chaos...
3. All Life Ends
My life fades, my visions dim
all that remains are memories
I remember a time of chaos
time of war
as men began to feed on man
only the scavengers survived
gone now, swept away
for reasons long forgotten
touched of a blase
which engulfed them all
a firestorm of fear
the answer is written in their bones
all life ends
I remember an old man
griping my wrist, he was dying
"imagine", he said
"looking into the eyes of a nova,
the bursting flames, the roar of it's energy
frintly echoing down the corridors of time,
whispering: all life ends
"death, he said "is like a bolt of lightning,
Light cast upon every secret,
just for a moment, till the last spark of life fades
and all is dark..."
then he breathed out his last breath into my ear
his gaze already way out among the stars...
among the ruins of the past
I shelter from the storm
my mind is numb from the lonliness
and the rain that never stops
this wasteland, once a beautiful place
where trees and flowers grew
where deer, and squirells had their home
now rotting are their bones
Where raging waters grind the earth
I go to end my days
the sea that witnessed mankinds birth
shall watch us die again
black and deep,
empty of life
as in the heaven so below
the sun has now forever set
and bids our time to go
I am tired
and I fear not
the cold that now descends
as light grows dim, I bid farewell
all life ends
I am leaving now, my body stiff
just watching for a while
that rigid shell, so small and weak
a corpse on a broken cliff
the stars are calling me now
with distant, speechless voices
and caught by a wind I drift away
and nothing calls me to stay...
I am ridint the wind that has no name,
the fire that burns without a flame
caught by the spell on which all depends,
all life ends
the answer is written in my bones,
all life ends
4. City Of Screaming Statues
City of screaming statues
Your soul will grow to understand and respect this place
It will be with your in your heart, on your journey
The gates of city lies before you
The temple of truth whispering their waves
Chase your visions, slay your fears
What moves the truth is the sound of your thoughts
Scream
The struggle of the soul
Depends on the strength of your will
Among the twisted shapes of your madness
You will find your light and your genius
In the city where the statues they scream
For their truth to be real
The dreams and the visions
The reality and the light
Within the soul of the city
May be whatever you wish it to be
In the city where the statues they scream
For their truth to be real
Stand up and turn your back on reality
Lie down and let your dreams attack
The silence of a soul that is true
Is the silence that you lack
Feel the strength pulsating through you
As the gates they close behind you
The answers lie within the city
Within the light
In the sunrise of your soul, time is the key
The music of the truth, now behold
Rise and crush them
The gates of city lies before you
The temple of truth whispering their waves
Chase your visions, slay your fears
What moves the truth is the sound of your thoughts
The statues they scream
For their truth to be real
Within the walls of the city
Where death aint the end
The music of the truth, the light of the end