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Degli Entombed, un tempo, si faceva un gran parlare.
Come tutte le band seminali di un certo genere, hanno influenzato eserciti di musicisti e hanno dato pane a orde di giornalisti e appassionati, non dimenticando mai di procurare anche buone dosi di veleno ai detrattori di turno. Tutto questo, gli Entombed lo conoscono bene.
Partiti con due classici del genere Death Metal come "Left and Path" e "Clandestine" che definirono in maniera chiara e precisa che cosa fosse e significasse lo "Swedish Metal", senza inutili e superflui soggezioni verso la scena americana del genere, passarono poi per essere i campioni delle "super contaminazioni", contribuendo ad influenzare tutto quanto di buono o di cattivo il Death Svedese, ma non solo, ha poi prodotto in futuro.
"Wolverine Blues" è stato considerato come il "punto di rottura" tra il passato feroce ed oltranzista di "Clandestine" ed il futuro, mica tanto roseo, dei successivi (ed a volte vergognosi) lavori della band. Se da un lato si capisce bene perché gli Entombed abbiano saputo cavalcare l'onda del loro successo e sfruttarla al meglio. Già si intravedono le "contaminazioni" non propriamente ortodosse che poi, gli stessi, ci proporranno in futuro. Rimane comunque forte ed inconfutabile la straordinaria violenza che questo lavoro perpetra in ogni solco: la rabbia di Lars Goran Petrov è tangibile e sempre presente, dando a questo album un pathos unico ed affascinante; le chitarre nel loro stridere ed incedere rozzo, semplice ma cupo, e la batteria che svolge un esemplare lavoro, devono per forza di cose piacere.
Anche se si tratta di un lavoro, che chiameremo di "transizione", le dosi massicce dell'anima blasfema e feroce degli Entombed si sentono eccome. Basta ascoltarsi "Eyemaster", "Wolverine Blues" e la bellissima, ed altrettanto incazzata "Full of Hell", il miglior episodio del lavoro, che sembra travolgere le orecchie di chi ascolta con una furia calcolata da manuale, e trascinante, a cui è impossibile rimanere indifferenti.
A me piace sempre ricordare questo album, come la summa, e allo stesso tempo, il testamento degli Entombed, proprio perché ritengo che, dopo del presente, nulla sia riuscito ad eguagliare in tutto, l'opera di questi che, lo dico da ammiratore, avrebbero potuto risparmiarci alcuni vergognosi episodi della loro discografia, perché superflui, inutili, e in definitiva non all'altezza di una band dalla simile caratura sonora.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
02 Rotten Soil (03:26)
Come down for a minute
Touch the grass on the other side
Meet the devil who is your host
Strike down what you believe in
Get it done with a gun
When I'm in hell you can talk to my ghost
Reach out for what is nothing
The grass is red just for a while
Reason burns behind the wall
It will pass in a minute
Eggs will hatch inside your head
Your little feeble body soon will crawl
Can you feel it itch
Can you feeil it so divine
When blood is pissing down your spine
There's no turning back
Your infected blood will boil
Cuz you walked on rotten soil
Welcome to the real world!
It's hard to take a stand but
It's harder to take a fall
Open the lid of your own casket!
03 Wolverine Blues (02:14)
What you believe
Is the vanity you conceive
What you love u don't pen
To put in a cage is to put to an end
Enamoured of the passion
Life-sucking lust
You will never gain my trust
I'm a misanthropical breed
Insatiable in my need to feed
Utterly fearless
For your luscious flesh
I've got an appetite like a war
And I always hunger for more
Vicious mammal
The blood is my call
Pound for pound
I am the most vicious of all
04 Demon (03:19)
Demon, come live in me
possession, fill me with disease
temptation, a fire set aflame
feral instincts help me go insane
Shameless, searching endlessly
to appease the burning urge in me
hunger of a thousand wolverines
satisfaction by any means
Demon, replace all I've been taught
impulse, erase all second thought
gambling in this carnal game
nothing is all where everything's the same
Trembling in the balance
exploring new extremes
all sweet forms of self-destruction
coming to me in my dreams
Thoughts of cruelty and pain
in my brain - in my blood
lose control of lust and anger
05 Contempt (04:33)
Before my eyes - lies
nothing but lies
I cannot believe the scenes
taking place beneath our skies
It makes me wanna do my time
in a song or on the silver-screen
humanity is the biggest cancer
ever to be seen
Before my eyes - lies
civiliesation
ancient and wicked
destruction in creation
No matter how low you are
there's always someone to look down upon
and it goes
on and on
Emotionless - obscene
but a human life don't mean
anything to me
it's merely a seed of insanity
06 Full of Hell (03:22)
[lyrics: Hellid, music: Hellid]
I've got a 24-lane highway
going straight thru my head
a peace of mind like a brainstorm
and thoughts that knocks me dead
I've got sympathy for the devil
and demon is in my vein
I'm organized chaos
but don't call me stupid I'm insane
At my worst I'm at my best
wide awake but let sanity rest
I'm full of hell
all kinds of hell
I've got a heart like a graveyard
they're dying to get in
I'm from alot of different places
and I'm full of hell and sin
I'm offended by human nature
was told the truth by someone who lied
there are times when not being human
would be a source of inner pride
In my heart and deep within
I've got it's fire under my skin
07 Blood Song (03:24)
[lyrics: Cederlund/Hellid, music: Cederlund/Rosenberg/Andersson]
Drinking blood
a red delightful bloody power
my fatal bite
the art of the blackest hour
I suck your blood
an immense everlasting lust
morning grows
the sun burns me to dust
Your beating heart
gives the flow
in my high
I will let you go
red pulsing rivers
to me from you
but when I'm there
you are through
a vampire
blood desire
gets me higher
an unquenchable fire
Revel in blood
under the moon
give me your blood
it is my doom
it's a power beyond belief
beyond pain
my life's a stream
inside your vein
I suck your blood !
08 Hollowman (04:27)
The hollow sky is red
The race is on
Faces are all dead
The race is on
It's just a matter of time!
Bedrooms are tombs
Cradles are coffins
Tears I cannot shed
A matter of time
A matter of slugs
'Til the rats are fed
Who examines the doctors?
I'm the hollowman...
It's just a matter of bullets
In hollow brain
As I wander slowly
Thru bullet rains
My hollow eyes
Are staring down the hole
Jesus, satan, hitler
Bought my soul
It's rotten and sour
But it's inside of me
I've got faith in the end
But you just can't see
Who examines the doctors?
I'm the hollowman...
10 Out of Hand (03:07)
Fools gather round to watch me bleed
but there are things you'll never see
to protect and serve one nation under god
a nation in which no-one's free
Their flesh begins to rot
what's left of what they've got
a boring life is getting old
mischief won't turn to gold
By going back to burning books
ripping apart things that doesn't fit
one times one equals nine
Your make-believe reality is full of shit
Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
fuck!
It's fucked to hear one idiot's words
but worse to see others believe it
fucked up minds in fucked up times
it's up to you to foresee it
Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
it's all built upon lies
out of hand
is this a fucking joke
out of mind
and it makes me fucking choke
fuck!
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