Quando penso agli Entombed la prima immagine che mi viene in mente è un piccolo locale di musica live nella periferia di una qualsiasi città di provincia europea, stipato all'inverosimile. Fuori è inverno e la nebbia fa distinguere a malapena le sagome dei pochi che non sono riusciti a trovare riparo dentro al locale. L'atmosfera all'interno è incandescente e cinque svedesi di nero vestiti danno l'anima suonando ROCK. Si rock, perchè a distanza di vent'anni dal loro primo disco ufficiale quel "Left hand path" che sconvolse la scena death mondiale sancendo la nascita del movimento svedese-scandinavo, gli Entombed non sono mai diventate quelle rockstar che meriterebbero di essere alla pari di Slayer e Metallica, ma sono rimasti ad oggi delle persone affabili e disponibili, consci di avere come minimo aperto le strade al death metal scandinavo ed più avanti di aver rivoluzionato quel suono imbastardendolo con il rock ed il blues e con "Wolverine blues" uscito nel 1993 aprirono nuovamente altre porte ad un nuovo sound che farà proseliti. Insomma sempre avanti in tutti i sensi.
"Morning Star" rappresenta esattamente il disco della carriera, quello fatto con anni di esperienze sul groppone e di concerti davanti alle grandi platee, magari accompagnando grossi nomi, ma anche davanti a pochi fedelissimi suonando sopra ad un piccolo palco con il sudore che gronda dalle loro fronti visibile ad occhi nudi.
Esce nel 2001, dopo due lavori un po' sottotono come il mediocre "Same difference", uscito dopo la dipartita del batterista Nicke Andersson, diventato il frontman degli Hellacopters e dopo "Uprising" che cercava di ristabilire il legame con i primo periodo Death del gruppo. Quello che ne esce è forse il loro disco più bilanciato e perfetto per rappresentare l'intera carriera. Un disco che si va a porre esattamente tra i loro due album cardine e senza ombra di dubbio rappresentail loro apice creativo e di rinascita. Là dove il Thrash metal degli Slayer periodo "Season in the abyss", rappresentato da Chief Rebel Angel, I for an eye incontra l'hardcore di Ensemble Of the Restless e Young man nihilist e il death'n'roll di Out of heaven incontra il doom sabbathiano delle parti più rallentate. Insomma dalla chitarra di Cederlund, maggior compositore del gruppo escono dodici schegge tanto prevedibili, il trademark è quello di sempre, quanto impazzite, per la foga e la voglia di dimostrare che il gruppo di una volta c'è ancora. La voce di Petrov come al solito è marcia al punto giusto e il lavoro alle chitarre di Cederlund e Hellid non ha nulla da invidiare alle migliori axe-twins in ambito Metal. Tutte le canzoni valgono l'album, nessun riempitivo, dal groove assasino di Bringer Of light alla più modernista e pacata Mental Twin.
Gli Entombed faranno ancora uscire il sabbathiano"Inferno"(2003) e l'ultimo "Serpent Saints" uscito nel 2007. Purtroppo i troppi cambi di line-up hanno minato un pò l'immagine del gruppo che comunque continua a calcare i palchi come se i vent'anni di carriera dovessero ancora passare. Onore dunque ad un gruppo che non mai nascosto la propria voglia di ammodernare un genere come il Death metal, inserendo massicce dosi di rock senza mai svendersi ma restando sempre credibili ed onesti.
Intanto il piccolo locale di periferia sta per chiudere, è notte fonda, gli Entombed firmano gli ultimi autografi e bevono le ultime birre in compagnia dei pochi fans ancora nel locale. Il tour-bus li aspetta...
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01 Chief Rebel Angel (04:40)
Down here on the ground
since it all began.
Experiment in moral and behavior.
In spite of all imperfection,
I'm a fan of man.
The worm is my rose too.
Many my name
but one and the same
chaos, being
and the everlasting flame
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say it!
Chief rebel angel!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Don't get too cocky,
keep yourself small.
Don't ever let them see you coming.
Look at me,
underestimated from day one.
You never see me coming,
I'm a surprise.
Solid my game,
we're one and the same.
The chaos, the being,
and the everlasting flame!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say it!
Chief rebel angel!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Watching, waiting
Holding my breath,
but I'm no puppeteer
The stage is set,
you pull your own strings now.
Like butterfly wings,
once they're touched,
they never leave the ground.
No, I don't make things happen here!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say it!
Chief rebel angel!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say my name!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say my name!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say my name!
02 I for an Eye (03:07)
God is waiting, always hating
Endlessly
Loss of life means nothing now
That everything is free
Never in your wildest dreams could you anticipate this loss
impotent redeemer hanging helpless on the cross
I for an eye, tooth for a truth
Pain in kind
Try to see things straight
The hate has made you blind
Inbred soul cries out in anguish
Nightmare ended, life surrended
Spent a lifetime shooting up
But still they drag you down
Deliberate infliction
From a whiter shade of brown
I for an eye, tooth for a truth
Spinal staircase
Comprehension sets in violent embrace
I for an eye, tooth for a truth
Pain in kind
Manic,
Always searching what you'll never find
(You're blind)
03 Bringer of Light (04:02)
Listen,
no-one knows.
True evil never shows.
You cannot
see its face.
True evil travels without trace.
No, it never dies.
Always on the rise.
Evil this good need no disguise.
Shit-caked.
Moral slide.
Soul-sized token entry side.
No, it never dies.
A modern hell is an enterprise.
At the head of all tables,
bringer of light.
Here I am.
I'm your man.
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
I'm your man.
At the head of all tables,
bringer of light.
Here I am.
I'm your man.
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
It's a cosmic gag reel,
life turning on itself.
Cathedral-sized egos,
empty top shelves.
The rules are set in opposition.
It's the goof of all times.
Schoolgirls selling sex at intermission.
It's ok, it's not a crime.
I give you pleasure,
fulfill every need.
I take the bricks out of the briefcase.
I set this whole thing free.
I am your man.
At the head of all tables,
bringer of light.
Here I am.
I'm your man.
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
I'm your man.
At the head of all tables,
bringer of light.
Here I am.
I'm your man.
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
04 Ensemble of the Restless (02:35)
Uncivilize,
destroy our youth.
There's no end of
this shocking truth.
Reinforcements
of postponed sell outs.
We're all starving
and full of doubts.
No, no ground of truth.
No, no foundations.
What's this coming to?
Hail, hail the devestation.
Is it the truth or your image
that makes your life worth living?
You're in love with a dream
of an image not given.
Take out their palace
and burn their flags.
You're all dying
in your dress rehearsal rags.
Reinforcements,
we're more than less.
An auto-pilot.
Ensemble of the restless!
No, no ground of truth.
No, no foundations.
What's this coming to?
Hail, hail the devestation.
Is it the truth or your image
that makes your life worth living?
You're in love with a dream
of an image not given.
They don't like us around here.
They hate us everywhere.
We'll deny nothing.
We hate eachother
Openly!
08 Fractures (03:33)
This is my opinion
These are my demands
It is my new face
It's where I stand
This is not a lecture to increase your wealth
And it's not a permit to only think for yourself
I'd like to see you corrected
I'd like to see you destroyed
What is not believd in
I'm glad to be of use
What is not in need for
Still a bit obtuse
My independence is my dependence
It's my only option
It's all that makes sense
Your basic standards
The thorn in your side
The technology that you're imprisoned by
I'd like to see you corrected
I'd like to see you destroyed
What is not believd in
I'm glad to be of use
What is not in need for
Still a bit obtuse
What is not believed in
In these fractured skulls
What is not in need for
Of these poor old gulls
09 When It Hits Home (02:22)
Greed
It's really no mystery
Where these people come from is so fucking plain to see
They fist-fuck the planet and smile
And lick their fingers clean
Hey
You're better than all the rest
You're god's special creature
Intelligence at it's best
You fist-suck the planet in style
And lick your fingers clean
But now you wake up in a pile of shit
Gone is the dream
[Chorus:]
And you scream but there's no-one there
You got to pay your own fare
Your dick is sore and you're all alone
Hurts like hell when it hits home
Now, listen
Prepare to suck cock in hell
It's really not all that bad once you get past the smell
You fist-fucked the planet and smiled
And licked your fingers clean
As gods come and go
You did not make the winning team
[chorus]
You're god's special little creature
11 About to Die (02:12)
I am the machine
I am the insect
I am the one you least suspect
I am the cancer in your soul
Better treat me with respect
The moment you saw me you knew you were in shit
You hate me all the time you can
And your tomorrow is gonna be a drag
Go on and scream while you still can
Cuz you're about to die
Die, you know it
You're about to die, die
I'm the unbalance
I'm the terror
In your made up atmosphere
I'm the disturbance of the universe
Your constant living fear
You're about to die
Die, you're about to die
I am and I shall be to the end
Can you spend your life like this?
You're crying like a woman
When you're about to die
die, just fucking die
12 Mental Twin (03:14)
Me and myself
We're not one of you
We have an alibi to always get thru
Me and myself
My mentor and guide
You're my tormentor
Always by my side
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward, downward
Instrument evil mental twin
Me and myself
We're king, yeah, we're kong
We will let you down
When you're weak we are strong
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward, downward
Infernal evil mental twin
Me and myself
We do what we claim
We mean what we say
Only shreds will remain
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Di wwwhatemoornet
Morning Star segna il ritorno degli Entombed ai livelli cui ci avevano abituati con album quali Left Hand Path o Clandestine.
Insomma un bel disco incazzato e genuino al contrario di un certo cd dalla copertina arancione che qualcuno voleva farci passare come l'ultima opera dei Metallica... mah.
