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Sono pronto a scommettere con tutti coloro che leggeranno questa recensione che nessuno di loro riuscirà ad ascoltare questo disco (se mai lo faranno) senza provare almeno leggermente paura. La sensazione all'ascolto è come essere in viaggio nelle Tenebre.
Le note malinconiche di un pianoforte accompagnato da violino e la voce funebre di Aaron Stainthorpe aprono questo "Turn Loose The Swans" secondo Full-Lenght dei My Dying Bride e anche uno dei loro più grandi capolavori. La prima traccia è SEAR ME MCMXCIII canzone terrificante, mirabilmente composta per trasmettere quella sensazione tipica di angoscia che permea i brani del gruppo (inutile dire che il risultato è stato ampiamente raggiunto). Il brano prosegue mestamente e mestamente si spegne dopo sette minuti per introdurre un altro capolavoro di autentica arte : YOUR RIVER che accompagna ad un atmosfera questa volta di vera e propria disperazione un'esplosione sonica nel finale con il ferale Growl del Singer a conferire un che di maledetto a questa Song. Tutto il disco è pervaso da infusa inquietudine esistenziale che in certi tratti rasenta la crudeltà e il masochismo allo stato puro come in THE SONGLESS BIRD o in THE SNOW IN MY HAND.
La carta vincente di Turn Loose The Swans è senza dubbio l'inserimento di alcune parti al limite del puro Death Metal che rendono molto aggressivo il disco accantonando leggermente le influenze romantiche che invece saranno predominanti in futuro, il che lo rende quasi unico e inconfondibile.
Memorabile è la interminabile THE CROWN OF SYMPATHY che presenta una parte iniziale cantata pulita e quasi commovente, un intermezzo terrificante dai toni Dark (uno dei momenti più intensi del disco, a stento riuscirete a non tremare di paura) per terminare ancora una volta con la tristezza più nera a farla da padrona. Il disco prosegue con la Title-Track brano che dimostra come si possano comporre brani aggressivi, addirittura crudeli senza scadere nella banalità di tanti gruppi Brutal che con i loro testi cretini e il loro macello di suoni pensano di essere il top della cattiveria. Ultima track è BLACK GOD la più corta del disco, un autentico canto funebre simbolo di decadenza e Morte. Siamo dunque arrivati al termine del viaggio nelle Tenebre. Rilassatevi e prendetevi una pausa.
Poiché il buio che rimane nel cuore è qualcosa che difficilmente vi abbandonerà presto...
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01 Sear Me MCMXCIII (07:23)
Pour yourself into me
Our time approaches so near, that I sign.
What danger in such an adorer?
We dance and the music dies.
We carry them all away
As we glide through their lost eyes.
You lift me above myself
With the ghostly lake of your mind.
Arise from your slumber in my arms.
Your beauty took the strength from me.
In the meadows of heaven
We run through the stars.
Romantic in our tastes.
We are without excuse.
We burn in our lust.
We die in our eyes and drown in our arms.
02 Your River (09:23)
Your bloodied body is what I cling to.
In powerful rain, they laid down their heads to die.
Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me.
It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers.
Your river holds a feast of danger.
The suffering you have had to bear.
I'd die for that moment one more time.
The loved one falls below your ideals.
Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest.
The brave lick their sickening lips.
Rigid, handsome and a poet.
A king in his passionate castle.
Where now?
Feed me!
Hold me!
Save me!
Save yourself!
Where now?
Which way?
Dear god, show me.
Take your own.
Struggle free!
Arise!
You're Ruined!
Stand down!
Your kin, piled thick around you.
Save yourself!
04 The Snow in My Hand (07:09)
I've seen them. so dark.
Black.
And yet fine.
The flower they carry had once been mine.
Get away from me, man of stories.
Robe of lies.
Stay far from me.
I lie to myself (it's not hurting).
I need help, but not from you or your father.
No! Jesus Christ.
Who's my saviour?
Lose myself in gods death.
No!
I can't bear all this pain.
I had watched the snow all day.
Falling.
It never lets up.
All day falling.
I lifted my voice and wept out loud, "So this is life?"
05 The Crown of Sympathy (12:15)
See the light and feel my warm desire, run through my veins like the evening sun.
It will live but no eyes will see it.
I'll bless your name before I die.
No person in everything can shine, yet shine you did, for the world to see.
All a man hath will he give for life?
For life that's lost bleeds all over me.
I'd fallen before but it never hurt like this.
Don't leave me here to crawl through the mire.
I'm without fault before the throne of god.
Take from me the crown of sympathy.
What do you think you'll see?
What do you think there will be?
Sit down!
Did you see the sun?
What will we become?
Great ones?
The mouths that dare not speak his name, behold them, raised, complete and fine.
The battle for our lives is oh, so brief.
Take my hand and please walk with me.
When I was young the sun did burn my face.
I let its love and warmth wash over me.
The melting voice of many, in the hush of night.
Whispering tongues can poison my honest truth.
Come dress me with your body, and comfort me.
I dreamt of a dead child in my sleep.
I wear a terrible mark in my head.
My clean, white bed.
It calls to me.
I must lie down.
And I want you to lay with me, in sympathy.
No sad "adieus" on a balcony.
For one last time, just walk with me.
At the beautiful gate of the temple, we must be saved.
For deadened, icy pain, covers all the earth.
06 Turn Loose the Swans (10:08)
So little of what we observe, is the girl herself.
Elaborate, scented coiffers.
Adieu d'amour.
Vast is the heirs ballroom.
Let the rich give you presents.
Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances.
The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping, playing in the air.
My mouth eager and wishing.
But I return to this nightingale.
Her hair all fiery red.
Deep it is and wild.
My weakness will be fed.
Boys whipped on the alter of diana, sometimes until they died.
The cunning wily merchant, and his four crippled horses.
Tales told in warlike manner.
The storyteller by the fire.
While musing deeply on this sight, the songster stirred my desire.
You are sweet and fine to listen to.
Long tresses about her neck.
Yet much is false.
This mighty evening, I've seen no face.
This is crushing me.
My quill it aches.
Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft.
I'll dwell in desolate cities.
You burned my wings.
I leave this ode, splendid victorious through the carnage.
I wanted to touch them all.
I wanted to touch them all.
09 Transcending (Into the Exquisite) (08:37)
If I live you will be sorry
I have a thousand forms
If I live you will be sorry
Uninjured by your tongue
If I live you will be sorry
I have a thousand forms
If I live you will be sorry
Uninjured by your tongue
We've lived with our suffering
But now...?
If I live you will be sorry
I have a thousand forms
If I live you will be sorry
I'm working to ensnare you
My desire
Turn loose the swans
If I live you will be sorry
I have a thousand forms
If I live you will be sorry
I'm working to ensnare you
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Di StefanoHab
Ci sono dischi che possono solo e unicamente essere adorati in tutta la loro bellezza, senza alcun'altra possibilità: è questo il caso di "Turn Loose The Swans".
Al primo riff di questa superba canzone mi si gelò il sangue nelle vene.
