Ci sono artisti i cui primi lavori sono all'unanimità considerati i migliori, poiché sono i più originali e genuini. D'altro canto alcuni artisti realizzano le loro opere più belle in un secondo momento della loro carriera, in quanto gli esordi sono caratterizzati da uno stile embrionale ed intercolutorio. I Between The Buried And Me fanno parte della seconda schiera e "The Silent Circus" (2003), il loro secondo album, ne è la conferma.
Ad ogni modo vanno fatte alcune precisazioni: la carriera del gruppo è ancora piuttosto breve, dal momento che gli esordi risalgono appena agli inizi del nuovo millennio; inoltre si sono susseguiti numerosi cambi di formazione e attualmente il cantante Tommy Giles Rogers e il chitarrista Paul Waggoner risultano gli unici rimasti dei membri fondatori, quindi si può ipotizzare che i musicisti che allora gravitavano attorno il nucleo Rogers-Waggoner non fossero i più adeguati. Tuttavia va altresì specificato che la band ha già pienamente raggiunto la maturità artistica: infatti "Alaska" (2005) e "Colors" (2007) sono due lavori eccellenti, i vertici della discografia, probabilmente anche di quella futura. Cosa che non si può dire di "The Silent Circus": in esso è riconoscibile lo stile del gruppo (utilizzare complesse partiture di stampo prog al servizio del metal più estremo), ma è ancora acerbo e spigoloso, per quel che può valere il termine in un simile contesto musicale.
A partire dalla voce di Rogers: growl e screaming sono poco incisivi e il vocalist tende spesso a sbraitare in modo inconsistente. Anche le parti di voce clean lasciano piuttosto a desiderare e a tal riguardo si ascolti la ballata "(Shevanel Take 2)", peraltro piuttosto mediocre, per assistere ad una performance vocale incerta, quasi timorosa, poco persuasiva. I brani migliori, quelli che convincono riguado al talento della compagine del North Carolina, sono "Mordecai" e "As A Dglgmut", che, grazie a continui cambi di atmosfere ed improvvisi squarci melodici, sono indicativi delle mirabili gesta future. Per il resto, eccettuato ancora l'interludio melodico del dittico "Reaction/ (Shevanel Take 2)", spadroneggia un death metal molto tecnico ed arzigogolato, ma al contempo anche serrato e corrosivo, spesso ai limiti di certo grindcore. E' senz'altro un genere che sta alla base della musica del complesso, ma che non è ancora sviluppato al meglio ed è quindi povero di spunti realmente memorabili. Inoltre l'uso delle tastiere e dell'elettronica, che avrà un ruolo importante negli album successivi, è molto sporadico e marginale.
Conclusione: fermo restando che lo stile dei BTBAM non è affatto semplice e richiede più di un superficiale ascolto per essere apprezzato, a chi non li hai mai sentiti e ha intenzione di conoscerli sconsiglio di affidare la prima impressione all'album in questione, poichè è un lavoro sostanzialmente di vaglia e può indurre in errore. Uomo avvisato...
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 Lost Perfection: b) Anablephobia (03:01)
Clowns now appear. They are all carrying knives and cups of gasoline.
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03 Camilla Rhodes (04:49)
This moment is set. Let's make magic.
You're the #1 girl; it's time to stay at the top.
This is the song of the year. We just recorded your orgasm.
The music isn't shit anymore; your sexual vibe carries across the land.
Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this shit.
Everyone has been waiting for this moment; for this song.
This song of the year: �sexy, smooth, yet sophisticated.�
The music isn't shit. It's all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE.
Fuck your song, you're looking good. We just recorded your orgasm,
And the money is rolling in.
Alone, afraid, smile glued bright. Feeling so dirty,
Sexed up by human eyes. An �artist� washed over, pulled under.
The moment is set, let's make magic.
You're the #2 girl; it's time to kill for the top.
Lets show this song of the year. We videotaped your orgasm.
The music was never shit, we lied, we lied as you lay�
Drained, tired, and robbed of your self-expression�
You're a toy, a toy for lust and greed.
Insecure depression, the mirrors are laughing at us.
Trying to be sexy queen, trying to be darling.
You've pounded in her little head like daddy wants to pound you.
Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this shit.
Makeup, bras, and lingerie no need for this algebra.
Family dinners silent, speaking only to ourselves.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
04 Mordecai (05:47)
Asleep mid-sentence the words fell apart.
No one is listening anyway.
This day will soon turn black and my �wants and needs�
Will spill on my burning ashes.
I learned to be selfish today�
I learned to be alive.
These things I care for are for
My personal gain and my personal happiness only.
Why should I sit in your chairs and satisfy your standards.
I've done it all before and I've confused my self
A thousand times.
The tragic day that I call morality
Just doesn't do it for me anymore.
No more choices, just standing in the cold.
The day will turn black and I will have either lived or died.
Asleep mid-sentence- my words fall to the ground.
Swept into this dreamland.
Economic satisfaction, never succeed.
But happiness has its place.
Justice will not lie in your corner.
Throw myself in the corner
I have nothing to complain about here.
A tragic day seems too peaceful to most,
Spoiled ambitions turned my heart to black.
Living dreams, loving dreams,
Awakening to what I've always dreamt of.
Living dreams, loving dreams,
Awakening to what I've always dreamt of.
The familiar sound, the familiar sound of
The lovely love from the love of my life
Will keep the notes coming.
From the reciting of the show,
From the plip and the shevanel,
From the grind that annoys,
And the sarcasm they all hate�
07 Ad a Dglgmut (07:38)
(nonsense)
I thought it was strange when all this shot into my mind driving,
It's weird how this enclosed space makes me think so clearly...
So free!
I wish all hours were so relaxing.
Thinking of the next noise, making up the next noise.
I wish all hours were so relaxing.
Thinking of the next noise, making up the next noise.
Scream loud, loud, loud, loud, loud.
Scream loud, loud, loud, loud, loud.
Scream loud, loud.
Scream loud, loud.
Static intoxication, static intoxication.
Sing this lovely violin song.
Beat this bottle on a wall.
(Scream, scream, scream. Scream, scream, scream.)
The baby cries.
Record the noise.
(Scream, scream. Scream, scream, scream.)
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
Through sounds which makes one cringe.
The dogs only hear us now.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
Through sounds which makes one cringe.
The dogs only hear us now.
For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening.
Noise brings so many things, make my tingling skin freeze.
For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening.
Noise brings so many things, make my tingling skin freeze.
Turn me on, make me laugh, shoot the can, shut the door,
Pour your glass, rape scene screams, car crash bash, black cat splat.
Turn me on, make me laugh, shoot the can, shut the door,
Pour your glass, rape scene screams, car crash bash, black cat splat.
A silent death, a silent scream.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
A silent death, a silent scream.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
09 Aesthetic (03:44)
Decrease the light, increase the smiles...
a familiar beat is swarming the art.
Soothing movement that help the evening come to a halt.
Lifetime achievement...
Lifetime achievement the looks on their faces make it worthwhile.
The sawying of the oecan, swaying of your hips...
shivering as your lover's caress touches your lips.
Perfect world and perfcet lives, we have the soundtrack for their futures.
The seawater smell in the cold outside world seems to be enchanting the room.
The chatter of riches keeping the beat, as the sea seems to freeze.
The brisk air seems to make out heart colder.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dancing smiles seem to have halted with a silent scream.
The prefect life torn apart in a matter of seconds...
I hear their screams and cries...
I know now that I'm the only one who possesses true happiness.
Leep the beat, we tap our feet...
screams add a new feel to what we've, to what we perfected so dear.
We'll play to our deaths for we posses true happniess.
We are finally free.
Dying with our one passion, music:
the greatest wealth of them all. We must play on.
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