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Vio-lence
« Oppressing the Masses »
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1 | I Profit 07:05
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| 2 | Officer Nice 05:24
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| 3 | Subterfuge 04:38
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| 4 | Engulfed By Flames 03:55
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| 5 | World In A World 04:11
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| 6 | Mentally Afflicted 05:50
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| 7 | Liquid Courage 05:27
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| 8 | Oppressing The Masses 04:58
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| | Total playing time: 41:28 |
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Sean Killian - vocals
Robb Flynn - guitars
Phil Demmel - guitars
Dean Dell - bass
Perry Strickland - drums |
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Produced, recorded & mixed by Alex Perialas |
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| 1. Profit
[Music: Flynn,Demmel]
[Lyrics: Killian]
[ Solo: Flynn ]
Feeling Taken, God Do I Hate.
Pinstripped, Blacktied, Corporate Minds
That Hate.
All That They See Fit To Be Theirs.
Giving Nothing Except Only To Their Heirs.
Desease Kills Constantly Unseen.
The Rich Pad Their Pockets, |
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Проведя целый год, гастролируя по родной Америке и посетив даже Европу, "Насиль-ники" добрались-таки до студии и записали свою вторую пластинку - "Угнетая массы". Сначала альбом был задуман как десятипесенный, но 2 трэка почему-то выкинули (один, причём, очень зря). Должен сказать, парни набрались опыта в поездках, поняв, что имея в сет-листе только быстрые песни по типу дебютника, они бысто устанут :). А потому альбом получился помедленней предыдущего (совсем немного), и, как следствие, энергетики поубавилось. Но зато на альбоме прибавилось жёсткости, тяжести, и, конечно же, агрессии. Довершает картину то, что качество звука возросло в разы: это не тот сыроватый саунд, что был на предыдущей работе, нет, это уже кристально-чистый саунд! :) Ну ладно, перейдём к текстам, а затем непосредственно к музыке. Тексты посвящены отношению между человеком и обществом: то герой недоволен системой правопорядка, то недоволен, что есть люди побогаче его, то он от всего сходит с ума, то он считает, что вся сила в виски. И выход герой находит естественный - "напьюсь, всем нагажу и обберу всех до нитки". Вот примерно такой, только более серьёзно настроенный, происходит диалог :). Какая же музыка подходит для него? Ответ - прямолинейный трэш с довольно частой сменой ритма и угарными соло (как гитарными, так и басовыми). Не ждите баллад - они здесь не нужны. Нужны лишь боевики. Ну вот, вроде бы и закончилось описание, если не принять во внимание то, что альбом тогда понравился публике, тем самым утолщив кошельки музыкантов. |
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В 1990 году “Нас-Ильники” действительно записали очень симпатичный альбом. Снижение скорости пошло им на пользу, предоставив возможность вносить в свой и без того злой материал элементы мрачности. Хотя на протяжении всего альбома, что заразе обязательных в хэви-метале «баллад», выпущенной в мир Deep Purple, Vio-Lence не поддались. Банда сохраняет дух разозлённого простолюдина всю дорогу: оплёвывая то ментов, то систему правосудия, то своё горькое пьянство, то народных избранников в парламенте, то снова проклиная отъёхавшую крышу и доводящих до бешенства современников. Короче, повсюду засада. Забойный, прямоватый, но зато сдобренный неплохими соляками трэш где-то между Exodus и Metallica, который, однако, так и останется в тени этих коллективов. Нет у Vio-Lence некой перчинки, разнообразия Metallica или хлёсткости Exodus…
Тем не менее, время от времени вполне можно сдувать пыль с этого почти что классического альбома, чтобы ещё раз окунуться в поток лихого американского трэшняка. |
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Money Schemes.
Human Waste, Sucking Off The Cement
They Beg, You See Nothing, You're Too
Innocent.
All That You Hold
If You Owe, They Have Sold.
Interest Indeed
What I See Is Greed
I Profit Off
All That You've Got.
Give It To Me.
Others Worse, They'll Fuck You With Greed.
Friendly Investment, On Their Minds
Embezzling.
Foolish Suckers, You're Born Every Day.
Use Them, Confuse Them, And Then They Are
Kicked Away.
Rip You Off For All That You're Worth.
A Quick Scheme Your Dreams Are Face Down In
The Dirt.
Bleeding Hearts, They've Got No Conscience
For You.
You Luck, Shit Luck, You're Fucked,
You're Through.
All That You Hold
If You Owe, They Have Sold.
Interest Indeed
What I See Is Greed
I Profit Off
All That You've Got.
Give It To Me.
[ Solo: Demmel ]
I Know I'm Not Against A Quick Buck.
Profit Margin, I'd Like To Have One Myself,
But Then, Some Scum, Money Is All That
They Want.
Immaculate Dreamland, For Their Needs They
Will Rip You Off
Give Me Cash, Give Me All That You've Got
Fill My Pockets, Hand It Over, Do Not Conserve.
Rich Making Poor Is All I Want To Be.
I Profit, Embezzle, Cold Cash For Me.
All That You Hold
If You Owe, They Have Sold.
Interest Indeed
What I See Is Greed.
I Profit Off
All That You've Got.
Give It To Me.
Sifting My Hands, Through The Color, The Money,
The Green I Must See, Only This Is No Dream.
I'm No Longer The Scum On The Street Not The Bum
That You Scrape Off Your Shoes As You Turn.
2. Officer Nice
[Lyrics: Killian]
[Music: Demmel, Flynn]
I'm The Law, I Wield The Stick
So Back Your Ass Up In Fear
This Is My Place, My Burning Face In Full Gear.
We Move In Groups, Head Stomping Boots
And Canisters For Tears.
Move In At Once, Through Hate We Make
Ourselves Clear.
I Am The Cop That Rips You Off
I Steal Drugs For Cash.
No Junkies Run, For Into They Get A Blast.
Big Dealers Pay, I Turn Away
Another Week Of Bought Trust.
But I'll Be Back For More Cash Or A Bust.
[Chorus]
Their Laws Decide - Criminals, Lawbreakers
Who Is Right - Officer Nice
Hit With Sticks - Criminals, Lawbreakers
Move Them Quick - Officer Nice.
[ Solo: Demmel ]
[ Solo: Flynn ]
Interrogate, Feelings Of Hate For You
Run Thick Through My Mind
The Bleeding Dead, Family Of Ave Left Behind
Murdering Dirt, You In My World
And Here I Dictate The Law.
And As I Swing, Your Scattered Brains Paint
The Wall
3. Subterfuge
[Music: Flynn, Demmel]
[Lyrics: Killian]
Deceiving Face Fits Perfect Like A Glove
In The Camera Eye Of This World.
A Pocket Lie, I Don't Know Why.
Subterflige Works On You.
A Major Voice, Forked In An Eastern Block
States What Is True Is What You've Heard
But What They've Heard Is Slightly Blurred.
Subterflige Works On You.
I Don't Knows, Become I Forgots
In A Covered Statement To Our Press, Protect
The Man, His Shining Hand.
Subterflige Works On You.
Feeding Fool Public, Have A Taste And Swallow
Just What They've Pasted To You
Convict Them Not, Deception Walks.
Subterflige Works On You.
Malignant, Infected, Disease Of Two Face.
Public Elected, And Put Into Place.
Virus Detected.
Most Are Dumb, And Often Easily Fooled
By The Blinding Statements That You Make.
I'm Not Their Kind, I See You Fine.
Subterflige, Don't Work For You.
Open Your Mouth, And Stupid Comes Out
And It's Often Followed By A Prayer.
Forget Them God, Their Intentions Are
Harred By.
Subterflige Don't Work For You.
Malignant, Infected, Disease Of Two Face.
Public Elected, And Put Into Place.
Virus Detected.
[ Solo: Demmel ]
Malignant, Infected, Disease Of Two Face.
Public Elected, And Put Into Place.
Virus Detected.
Malignant, Infected, Disease Of Two Face.
Public Elected, And Put Into Place.
Virus Detected.
[ Solo: Demmel ]
4. Engulfed By Flames
[Lyrics: Killian]
[Music: Demmel, Flynn, Killian]
On The Case Of An Unusual Death Tonight.
Corpse Erupt, Sweet Smell Of Cremation
In Flight.
My Eyes Attracted To A Pile Of Ash
In All My Time I Have Never Seen That.
Distinguishable By A Single Leg Intact.
Body Of Flesh Bones All Turned To Ash.
Fire Of No One's Guess Entraps.
I'm Wondering About The Feelings That
You've Felt.
Was It Pain Delivered Straight From Hell ?
Did You Grasp Out, Did You Reach For The Sky ?
Or Did You Collapse, Only Time To Die ?
Burning Story Too Difficult To Tell.
Body Of Flesh, Bones All Turned To Ash.
Fire Of No One's Guess Entraps.
Engulfed, Your Swallowed By The Flames
Temperature Burns Away.
No Crawling, No Feeling The Pain.
[ Solo: Flynn ]
[ Solo: Demmel ]
Engulfed, Your Swallowed By The Flames
Temperature Burns Away.
No Crawling, No Feeling The Pain.
Cases Number, But No Way To Explain
How A Human Just Burst Right Out Into Flames.
The Fire Engulfs Your Body, Attacked
You Hit The Floor, An Oily Of Ash.
And What Is You Can Now Be Swept Away.
Engulfed, Your Swallowed By The Flames
Temperature Burns Away.
No Crawling, No Feeling The Pain.
Engulfed, Your Swallowed By The Flames
Temperature Burns Away.
No Crawling, No Feeling The Pain.
5. World In A World
[Music: Flynn, Demmel]
[Lyrics: Killian]
I, Being The Judge Of This Legal Court
Motion For The Accused To Arise.
Stand Up Boy, Here's The End Of Your Life.
Now All Be In Awe Of My Upper Hand
And You Watch As I Detain.
I Swallow Time, Twenty Years
Of Your Life, I Have Obtained.
Sorry In A Cell, With The Rest Of The Dogs
I Do Nothing But Wait.
I'm Being Fed Shit, Tormented, Such Hate.
Bashed, Beaten, Battered, Some Inmates Here
Just Cannot Defend Their Lives.
That For Me, The Luxury In Here Is Only To Die.
[ Solo: Flynn ]
Now You're In, Here To Stay
Life Sentence, Convicted, And Now You
Must Pay.
So Watch Your Back And All That You've Got.
Stealers Take, Killers Kill, But Usually In The Dark
Cold And Empty Grey Matter Of Your Brain
Would Spray.
Unpleasant Taste It Leaves In Your Mouth.
This Place Is Hell, This Place Is What We Call.
World In A World
And You Fear This Fucking!
World In A World
Guilty You'll Rot.
[ Solo: Demmel ]
Warden Hates Because He's Playing The Part
He Makes His Point By Turning Guns
On The Unarmed.
Or Solitary Confinement They'll Keep You
You Resist And
A Battered Mess, And Oh I Regret
When You're In Here Slop Is All You'll Be Fed.
And When You're Tired And Needing Some Sleep
The Cement Floor Is All They Feel You Need.
World In A World
And You Will Fear This Fucking.
World In A World
Guilty You'll Rot.
World In A World
Held Out Of All Sight.
World In A World.
To Be Here Is To Die!
6. Mentally Afflicted
[Music: Flynn, Demmel, Killian]
[Lyrics: Killian]
Enter I, Disturbing Peace Of Mind
Pressure Reflects Me.
Manipulate, And Break The Feeling Of Faith.
Weak Fools Obsess Me.
Glare Inside, Shines My Mind
It's Quite Distorted, It's So Cruel.
Afflicted Traits, Extending Outward My Hate
Sharp Words Detest You.
I Am The Thorn In The Side.
Pressure That's Never Denied.
Call Me - Call Me - Call Me Mad.
My Look Is Often A Grin
Cold As It's Sin.
Call Me - Call Me - Call Me Mad.
We Evil Kind, We Evil Subject Your Pride
Intent Oppression.
An Open Sore, Into It Salt We Will Pour
Verbal Aggression!
Conscience Collapsed, Feelings For You Waxed
But My Mental Affliction.
I Carry Pride, I Hold It High At My Side
Cause Your Submission.
I Am The Thorn In The Side.
Pressure That Never Denied.
Call Me - Call Me - Call Me Mad.
My Look Is Often A Grin.
Cold As It's Sin
Call Me - Call Me - Call Me Mad.
[ Solo: Demmel ]
At Times I'd Love To Feel The Break Of Your Spine.
Your Pain, My Hand, My God, That Would Do Me
Just Fine.
But Intelligence Tells Me Constrain, Don't
Do That.
Use Your Wit, Make 'Em Pay, Verbal Attack.
Your Cowardice, Your Whimpering Makes
Me Sick.
In Your Face, Your Ugliness, On It I Could Spit.
Divine Reprisal, I'm Getting Under Your Skin.
Contemptuous Me, I Will Always Win.
Cold Hate.
Feel The Pain To Which I Relate, My
Harsh Hell.
Satisfies, Sanctifies Me As Well.
[ Solo:Flynn ]
At Times I'd Love To Feel The Break Of Your Spine.
Your Pain, My Hand, My God, That Would Do Me
Just Fine.
But Intelligence Tells Me Constrain, Don't
Do That.
Use Your Wit, Make 'Em Pay, Verbal Attack.
Your Cowardice, Your Whimpering Makes
Me Sick.
In Your Face, Your Ugliness, On It I Could Spit.
Divine Reprisal, I'm Getting Under Your Skin.
Contemptuous Me, I Will Always Win.
Cold Hate.
Feel The Pain To Which I Relate, My
Harsh Hell.
Satisfies, Sanctifies Me As Well.
[ Solo:Flynn ]
[Repeat 2nd Verse]
7. Liquid Courage
[Music: Demmel, Flynn, Killian]
[Lyrics: Killian]
I Reach Out, And Grab The Devil.
Pour His Hell Straight Down My Throat.
Go Home To The Darling
Where's Your Pain, Give Me Pain Ten Fold.
Soft Face On My Backhand.
Soft Heart Broken At My Feet.
Careless Of Your Feelings.
Reach Again, Strike Again, Feel It.
All This And More For You.
These Are The Things That I Put You Through.
Bleed For Me Once, And Again.
It's Not What You're Doing.
Liquid Soul, Inside Of Me
My Conscience Black, Plaqued By Disease.
Losing Mind, I'm Slipping Fast
The Bottle Empties Courage In Me From A Glass.
Next Day My Eyes Have Opened
Look To See My Battered Wife
Living This Depression
Poor Again, Drink Again, Slam It
Savior In A Bottle
Courage Capped And Sealed Tight
Helps Me To See Brighter
Things I Hate Washed Away Leave Me
All This And More For You
These Are The Things That I Put You Through
8. Oppressing The Masses
[Lyrics: Killian]
[Music: Demmel, Flynn]
Land Of Old, This Soil I Now See Turns Grey.
Looking On, I See Crowds That Stand Against
Tyrant Guns,
Blow Them Away.
All For The Sake Of Freedom,
Look To Your Screen They're Screaming, Help.
High Upon A Pedestal, Man's Mind Speaking
Aloud.
What I See, Is What I Hold; Rower And All
That's Around.
Curfew At Dusk, And My Soldiers Litter
The Streets.
This Is For The People, No, We're Breaking,
Taking, Killing.
We Bleed From Tyrants War, Runs Red Through
Streets Of Blood.
The Freedom That We Would Seek Is Screaming
Lost Liberty.
Oppressing The Masses, Could This Be.
Oppressing The Masses, Could This Happen To Me.
Deceiving Things He Says You Might Take
As True.
One Word Believed By Him, His Strings Attach To You.
So We The People Must Unite, And Defy.
Destroy The Power, Fight This Man's Rule
Must Die,
By Our Hand.
Oppressed People Of This Land.
Convert, Exist The Planned Way.
Revolt, With Blood We'll Flow The End.
Oppressing The Masses, Could This Be.
Oppressing The Masses, Could This Happen To Me.
Gone Year's Of Ten
I'm Still Power Alive.
My Dominos Fall On Taking Other Men's Pride.
All For The Need Of Power
Watch As I Devour You!
This Virus Of My Intentions, Infectious.
Your Land My Carnage Forth.
Obviously Death Results.
I Am The Ugly Face, The Spreading Disease
I Am Oppressing, Raping Life, I Do As I Please
And You Pay The Price.
You're Lost Without Arms To Fight
If Given The Spine From Hate
Would You Cower, Or Rise And Say.
Oppressing The Masses, No Not To Me.
Oppressing The Masses, No This Could Never Be.
Oppressing The Masses, To Be Free I Would Rise.
Oppressing The Masses, For To Live Contained,
This
Mind Would Die!!