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Dismember: Death Metal. Potrebbe già bastare; ma due parole le aggiungo.
Nome della band e titolo dell'opera danno da subito le coordinate musicali del quarto disco degli svedesi; aggiungendoci un artwork piuttosto esplicito in tal senso. Con teschi ed immagini truculente disseminate anche nel booklet; una solenne e rabbiosa dichiarazione d'intenti.
Il precedente disco "Massive Killing Capacity" aveva visto la band percorrere strade più melodiche; con il nuovo lavoro tornano al Death Metal old school. Chitarre crushing alla Entombed, velocità impressionante, un cantato growl da nero abisso; guerra, sangue, immane violenza le tematiche dei testi. Un album compresso, compatto e bestiale: l'ultimo intransigente parto dei Dismember; poi un comunque onorevole declino.
Produzione e mixaggio affidati al batterista Fred Estby; suoni volutamente cupi e grezzi. Una sequenza di brani allucinanti senza curar troppo tecnicismi vari. Non ne hanno bisogno.
"Of Fire", "Trendkiller", "Misanthropic", "Let The Napalm Rain": le prime quattro canzoni sono un qualcosa di sconvolgente, raramente udito in precedenza non solo riferendomi alla band ma a tutto il Metal estremo di quegli anni. Una dozzina di minuti virulenti, spaccaossa e spaccatimpani.
Il disco procede allo stempo indemoniato modo, provate ad ascoltare la colossale mazzate di "Killing Compassion" (CENTODIECI secondi di puro terrore), fino ad arrivare alla sbandata melodica di "Silent Are The Watchers" con quel riff portante di chitarra e relativi assoli di matrice maideniana!!
Si chiude con "Mistweaver": rallentano il passo, senza perdere un grammo di pesantezza e di compattezza. Un brano dalle sepolcrali movenze Doom.
Ad Maiora.
Elenco tracce e testi
02 Ceremonial Comedy (03:24)
[Music: F. Estby, D. Blomqvist. Lyrics: M. K„rki.]
Holyman the liar
the madman and his call
out on a crusade
fishing for lost souls
slimy holy snake
selling false faith
inject his lethal venom
into weakened minds
Like flies to shit
they gather for mass
approach the altar
of madness
let the ceremonial
comedy begin
live their life
with their head up their ass
Holyman with his bible
deciever <deceiver?> in disguise
shields you from the truth
with promises of paradise
Blinded walk on the trail of lost souls
insane minds bleeding for their saviour
04 Mistweaver (04:07)
[Music: D. Blomqvist, F. Estby. Lyrics: M. K„rki.]
I put the 9mm glock to your head
and gently squeese the trigger
blowing out your <i>[fucking]</i> brains
on the wall in all kind of crazy figures
So what are you gonna do now
you piece of shit
(you're such a ???)
how (fucking) stupid can a man be
you've should have known better
Weaving my world
from the cord of your soul
as i slowly fuck
the bullet exit hole
through the funeral mist
I drag you to my temple
dead yet so alive
living in my dreams
Nothing brings me greater joy
than the memory of when I
wiped that smile from your lips
the look of horror in your eyes
as I pulled out a gun
and pointed it at your <i>[fucking]</i> face
05 Trendkiller (02:11)
[Music: F. Estby. Lyrics: F. Estby.]
Stab it or grab it
instant the burning
of choices you make
follow prophetic turnings
stinging the eyes
out of every option
go with the flow
a hideous notion
Would you dare to look hate in the eye
kill yourself from within while living outside
Strong will sedated
grow weak and decapitated
selfinflicted <self inflicted?> fall
twisting the future 'round your neck
by being a winner
where losing is all
I'm the trendkiller
all out wrecking mindthriller
I'm the trendkiller
onetrack speeding spinechiller
Embittered follower
drink and keep on die for others
09 Stillborn Ways (04:15)
[Music: F. Estby. Lyrics: F. Estby.]
In darkness embraced so dead still so near
come walk towards trhe voices you fear
let the impact of reality fade
of what you dont <don't?> believe how could you be afraid
Rape the minds of generations to come
forgiving is living revenge to some
living ghost behind a spirit killing face
stillborn ways of a mindfucking race
Shape the twisted into never sleeping
mourners of god die screaming no more
forever weeping
through hostile eyes never closing
let me inside to live the religious
decomposing
Warped, deranged to see
dying walls inside a kinddom <kingdom?> not to be
entries of fanatic delusions
lose their way in the wheels of confusion
11 Bred For War (04:18)
[Music: D. Blomqvist, F. Estby. Lyrics: M. K„rki.]
300 years has passed
time is ripe for return
back to the holy lands
where our souls yearn
across the barren waste
through the mists of space
from sun to sun
who will win the race
We are bred for war
heed the crusader call
to claim the sacred prize
the cradle of us all
Like a sword we cut
through occupied lands
bringing justice and order
to a lesser race
we shall conquer you all
and rule with an iron hand
And then came the day
of cursed Tukayiid
where seven was gathered
against a greater white
only one met success
through the firestorm
We are bred for war
hear the Ghostbear roar
we are bred for supremacy
fear the jaguar claws
we breed to improve
feel the Jadefalcons wrath
we are bred for war
we are bred for death
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