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Overkill
« The Killing Kind »
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| 1 | Battle 04:31
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| | 2 | God-Like 04:11
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| | 3 | Certifiable 03:25
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| | 4 | Burn You Down / To Ashes 06:47
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| | 5 | Let Me Shut That for You 05:19
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| | 6 | Bold Face Pagan Stomp 05:42
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| | 7 | Feeding Frenzy 04:13
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| | 8 | The Cleansing 05:50
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| | 9 | The Mourning After / Private Bleeding 04:36
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| | 10 | Cold, Hard Fact 05:19
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| | Total playing time: 49:57 |
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Bobby Ellsworth - vocals
Joe Comeau - guitars
Sebastian Marino - guitars
D.D.Verni - bass
Tim Mallare - drums |
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The European limited edition 2CD comes with a poster and has the following bonus
tracks on CD 1:
11. Cornucopia (4:47)
12. Tyrant (4:01)
13. Killogy (3:10)
CD 2 has absolutely nothing on it.
Japan version contains the bonus track:
11. Cornucopia (4:47) |
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| 1. Battle
"It's not like you can just kill me." - woman
"Actually, it's a lot like that." - man
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
Who who who ya gonna screw?
Play it like ya really bad.
Fire!!!
Wanna wanna be the man.
Doin' everything ya can.
Play it like ya really bad
Tired!!!
Can I intr |
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Странно мне, Други мои, что перетирая всяких никчемных шабашников, обошли Вы вниманием такую незаурядную вещицу. Кто бы мог подумать что заменив качество количеством в "W.F.O.", сверхубийцы созреют на такое...
В середине 90-х, ознаменовавшей Всеобщий Металлический Кризис, утерю идей, утрату ценностей и уход в запой, как гром среди мутного неба, рождается альбом, зажигающий как напалм, запоминающийся как первая женщина, и мелодичный как серенада Дон-Хуана, кипящего в аду. Сильные композиции здесь все, слабых практически нет, выделю разве "The morning after \ Private bleeding" за особые заслуги.
Любители безмозглого долбежа не найдут здесь для себя ничего, не тот ритм. Вообще, впечатление от релиза напоминает слейеровский Юг Рая, но, конечно, это только ассоциация. По-моему, таким и должен быть настоящий трэш, когда у музыкантов есть мозги. |
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Восьмой альбом американских трешеров показал, что ребята ещё живы и могут радовать отличными творениями всех своих поклонников, а также привлекать к таковым новичков. Приходят два новых гитариста. Один Себастьян Марино (Anvil). Второй Джо Камю (Annihilator, Seven Witches, Liege Lord), который в последнее время приобрёл не маленькую популярность. Оверкилловцы достаточно много наделали ошибок в прошлом выпустив занудный и лёгенький диск «I Hear Black», а также ошарашив после него всех сверх тяжёлым, брутальным, но в результате жутко однообразным и грузящим «W.F.O.». На своём следующем альбоме 1996 года ребята, кажется, учли все свои предыдущие ошибки, поставив себе на службу жёсткость музыки и драйв, а также использовали несколько интересных новых ходов и свеженьких мелодий. Это всё вряд ли можно назвать развитием. Боюсь для того, что бы Overkill изменился, музыкантам нужно стать или христианами, или на землю должна упасть какая-то страшная бомба! Однако, кому-то это развитие и не нужно, возможно тому же Оверкиллу оно бы помешало. Вот они и нарезают олд скульный трешняк уже где-то лет двадцать и до сих пор их слушают даже в 2005 году. Возвращаясь к рассматриваемому альбому, замечу, что общество очень хорошо приняло его, что дало группе возможность даже прокатиться по Германии в качестве хэдлайнеров. И, действительно, альбом неплох. Он вместил в себя все то, что мы можем потребовать от банды – железные риффы, угарную ритм-секцию, элементы мелодики, крепкий драйв, несколько дум элементов, в общем, все, чем всегда славился этот коллектив, добавьте то, что вроде бы ничего нового и нет, но выглядит всё достаточно свежо и ново. Ребята смогли даже удивить меня, потому как альбом сразу я не понял, и пришлось вдумчиво вникать в него. И вот до чего я «довникался»: очень цепляют такие композиции как открывающая «Battle», с весёлым словом «Yeah!» звучащим на протяжении всей композиции, две абсолютно думовые вещи «Burn You Down / To Ashes» и «The Morning After / Private Bleeding» – треш металла в них почти нет, прекрасно цепляют своей задумчивой и мрачной атмосферой, самая мелодичная и хитовая вещица «God-Like», с явным уклоном в классику «The Years Of Decay», мощная «Bold Face Pagan Stomp», и скоростная «Let Me Shut That For You», в последней делается упор на диск «W.F.O.». Собственно, все композиции чем-то привлекательны. По крайней мере откровенных минусов я не нашёл, как не нашёл к сожалению и откровенных шедевров, но прозвище альбома года «The Killing Kind» реально заслуживает! |
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You can take what you want,
You can have what you need.
Can I intrest you in nothing' ya I think you'll be pleased.
If you're lookin' for war, open the 1, 2, 3,
Door!
Bleedin' like a stuck pig,
Play it like you're really big,
Bleedin' like a stuck pig,
Don't matter!!!
No one loves ya baby now without sayin' please.
You got blood on your hands,
You got dirt on your knees.
Can I offer you salvation, yeah I thing you'll agree,
You're about to fall.
About to fall
The battle, The war! The battle.
Inside job, ya got a revolution, yeah,
Napolean had less rage.
Self made mob,
Ya need an institution,
Yeah, ya need a full time cage.
Why do you stay here?
Why do you roam?
Kaos feed the big man...
He ain't going home. Ain't going home.
"It's not like you can just kill me"
Disciple of Kaos,
A self made man.
Disciple of Kaos,
That's what I am.
Disciple of Kaos,
The silent roar,
Disciple of Kaos,
Open the 1, 2, 3 war!
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
WHo who who ya gonna screw?
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
2. God-Like
I'm your crucifix, your burning light.
I'm the perfect mix, of wrong and right.
I'm your full blown blue eyed devil,
It's my nature to deceive.
You're the classic lost example,
With a need to beleive, need to beleive.
You want to
Walk in God-like.
Immune to dyin',
What was I thinkin' as I bent my knee and hailed!?
Walk in God-like.
Immortal cryin',
What were you thinking as you took the hammer
in your hand and nailed?
I'm your black book, thatcha live by.
I'm the fisherman's hook, that ya kill by.
I provide your inner peace,
Faith in complication.
I provide the means the tools,
For blessed devistation.
Now you're closer to
I'm your crucifix, I'm your black book.
I'm your crucifix, Your holy black book.
I'm your crucifix, I'm your black book.
I'm your crucifix, Read your black book!
Like lambs to the slaughter, they come!
Like men in need of water, they come!
I'm your full blown blue eyed devil!
It's my nature to deceive!
You're the classic lost example with a need to beleive!
Need to beleive!
Walk in Godlike!
3. Certifiable
I'm comin' home, comin' home to you.
'Cause you can't live, without me.
Who left the door the window gate locked?
Who did the didn't want me in?
Way back when I was just a psychopath,
C'mon c'mon c'mon and let me in!
Whoa! They tell me I'm insane.
Whoa! Just something with my brain.
I'm a good boy now, good boy now!
Certifiable.
I'm a good boy now, good boy now!
I know I know I know you're in there,
I know that murder is a sin,
I know I'm better than I ever was,
C'mon c'mon c'mon now let me in!
You know I'm the same,
You know I havn't changed.
What you done!
Just ain't right but I thought of you!
Every night,
It was a painful as a human bite, but we'll be together again.
An' I know that you've been thinkin' of me,
cause you want it the way it used to be,
So leave the light on so I can see and you better let me in!
You better! Let me! In!
Mother fucker!
Whoa! They tell me I'm insane.
Whoa! They tell me nothing's changed.
Whoa! But you that I'm sane.
Whoa! But you know that I've, changed.
Good boy now
Good boy.
4. Burn You Down / To Ashes
With time runing down...
You make ammends to the ones you have tried to destroy.
So profound...
To make ammends to the ones who have tried to destroy, you...
As confusion mounts,
As you fall in rank,
The heart and mind, throbbing both go blank.
If you're not afraid...
Then why do you jump at the sound of my voice?
If you're not afraid...
With time running down...
You've done all that you could to be close to your God.
Life unfound...
You've done all that you should to be far from your God's, hands...
It blows like ash in the wind.
I throw no stone for I've sinned.
If you're not afraid
Why do you question the good of your choice?
If you're not afraid?
If you're not afraid...
Listen to for what you paid, but the speaker is a liar!
Working hard for what you made, your values are on fire!
Burning you down.
Scramble for what's good and right, testament to the manic.
The innocent flash before his eyes, the man begins his panic.
Burning him down.
What you are and what you've done is what you had to be.
What you are and what you've done gets the better of me.
Burning you down
Burning you. Down.
5. Let Me Shut That For You
Here come Mr. 'I ain't like that', Mr. 'You can count on me'.
Here come evolution, walkin' with stupidity.
Waste a' time, waste a' my time.
Give it up, lay it down, play the bottom line.
Waste a' time, waste a' prime time.
Hey! Let me shut that for you.
There go no-one get over me, Mr. 'Not behind your back',
Muthafucka got a larger than life, full a' shit, short a' fact.
There's a kind of hush all over the world... tonight,
All over the world, you can hear the sound.
Know what I mean?
Sit down, and shut up.
Sit the fuck down, and shut the fuck up.
Stoop muthafucka gettin' under my skin.
Runnin' away with that mouth again,
Ah ah ah got nothin' better to do,
S.M.F. let me shut that for you!
Waste a' time, waste a' my time.
Give it up, lay it down, play the bottom line.
Waste a' time, waste a' prime time.
Hey! Shut the fuck up!
6. Bold Face Pagan Stomp
It's a hit hit can ya take a hit?
On your belly up, suffer me this.
Like a shot down, knock down,
On your back down take a hit?
Suffer me this.
Ya get up down, can ya walk talk,
Hit hit? suffer me this.
Can I ease your pain pain,
Ease the change I'm the same hit?
Suffer suffer me this.
Yeah! Hit Hit Hit!
Suffer me this!
Watcha do when ya thinkin' of you?
With ya brain wrapped up down deep in ya rubba-head.
Ya open wide with the mob on ya side and everybody stompin'
everybody gonna see the red.
Put on ya bold face.
Put on ya cold place.
Harder they come, go!, harder they fall
Down! Down! Hard!
Size eleven waffles 'bout the neck and head honey.
Welcome to the garbage dump.
Gimme what ya live for, gimme all your money!
Bold face pagan stomp.
Bold face pagan stomp!
Come a kick kick in the dick kick,
Gonna make ya sick kick, suffer you that!
Come the blood spills, get ya kick thrills,
On a will kill?
Suffer you pain.
In a pac wac, got a two on one track,
On a hit n' run smack, suffer you that!
Not tho be the romp or the kick kick whap stomp
Stomp stomp stomp
Suffer you that!
Yeah yeah yeah... Hit! Kick! Stomp!
Yeah yeah yeah... Hit! Hit!
Yeah yeah yeah... Hit! Kick! Hit!
Suffer suffer you that.
Harder they come, go!, harder they fall, go!
Down! Down! Hard!
Hit! Hit! Hit hit!
Knows his religeon and he knows it well!
The doctrine that he follows send him straight to hell.
He's side stompin' judgement, step ahead of the last,
Edict from the judges stating 'this too shall... pass.'
7. Feeding Frenzy
[INSTRUMENTAL]
8. The Cleansing
Cool muthafucka in a deep blue sea,
I said I loose my mind.
Cool muthafucka in through what I see,
I said that I don't mind.
He said walk on through, we been waitin' for you,
There's a place set at the table...
Welcome, home is where the heart is,
And since ya been gone my heart's been broke in two.
Your return among the strangest see,
Your life's gone through some changes,
Don't recognise... you...
Don't don't don't don't don't recognise...
Down home to the cool cool water...
Down home to the cleansing water...
Cool muthafucka said I know your name,
But do ya know your god?
Cool muthafucka said I had your pain,
Ya, then I blew my wad.
My god made love and my god made pain,
I feel at home among the insane,
I see sunshine in the pourin' rain,
Welcome home oh yes I recognise you...
See ya been rearranged to suit,
And you know we'll never change,
What they put ya through....
What they put, what they put, what they putcha...
Move it to the right now.
Jesus cleanse me, can you hear him? Jesus cleanse me now...
9. The Mourning After / Private Bleeding
What you say... hey...!
Comin' into somethin' that leave you empty, something so strong.
What you play... hey...!
Comin' outta nothing that leave you bleedin' bleedin' so long.
Can you feel... my hand on your shoulder...?
Can you feel... yourself growin' cold... er?
Someting' outta nothing a private bleeding, bleeding gone wrong.
Where you gone... man...
Everything or nothing the price to find out where you belong.
Did you feel... your light growing dimmer...?
Did you feel... your soul growing thin... ner?
Something outta nothing a private bleeding bleeding gone... wrong.
Something outta nothing.
I scream, through one sided conversation
As simplicity decends to dash the complicataion.
I explode!!! with self inflicted wounds,
I explode!!! a self inflicted fool!
And now...
I bleed through the mourning after...
I bleed so you will beleive.
I bleed...
Bleed through the mourning after...
You know I'd take you with me if I could.
If I could...
10. Cold, Hard Fact
Here it come.
I said here it comes.
Here it come.
I'm push n' pulln', back and forth and gain no ground.
A knockin' down n' pound pound pound! Huh.
a kickin' screamin', wac duct taped to make no sound.
A sittin still to take the pow
Going down hard with a bang bang bang shot!
Bring it!
Longer you live, you get what you give... what you're reaping...
First out alive, is the one to survive... you are creeping...
Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
A spittin' blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes.
A kiss my ass n' born to loose. Huh.
Like Mr. Blond, tap dancin' dali on P.D.
All tied up in misery... pow
Passing the buck as you run outta luck... you are weeping...
Crossing the line, as you run out of time... are you creeping...?
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna stick it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Said yea jerk gonna put it in ya put it in ya!
Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna slip it in ya back yeah!
Said yea jerk gonna put it in ya put it in ya!
Going down hard with a bang bang bang shot!