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Lungi da me il voler affermare che i Norma Jean abbiano già finito le cartucce, però è chiaro che le munizioni iniziano a scarseggiare. D'altronde stiamo parlando di una band che, a voler analizzare la discografia nel suo complesso (includendo i tre album sinora pubblicati), ha rilasciato il lavoro migliore in occasione del debutto, quel "Bless The Martyr And Kiss The Child", che rimane un caposaldo del metal-core di derivazione post-core (con ben chiaro in testa il significato di Neurosis, Breach e primi Coalesce). Dopodiché è seguito "O' God, The Aftermath", disco buono, ma già indirizzato verso un sound più lineare e orientato a platee dai palati meno raffinati e con l'orecchio abituato a suoni sin troppo codificati (sempre nell'ambito del metallo e dell'hardcore che si incontrano).
Con "Redeemer" la situazione si complica ulteriormente, perché rimarca tale scelta, che, per quanto priva di rischi verso una determinata fetta di pubblico, palese una carenza di inventiva sonora. Inoltre le canzoni, che comunque nell'opera precedente erano solide e ben strutturate, qui iniziano a sapere di stantio e risultano troppo uniformi, con poche varianti strutturali e una normale potenza esplosiva. Ben inteso che il tutto va letto nell'ottica di un gruppo che aveva dimostrato di possedere i mezzi per imporre un suono proprio e ricco di sfumature e che lasciava intendere ben altri sviluppi, quindi siamo dalle parti della sufficienza, però le aspettative erano diverse.
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01 A Grand Scene for a Color Film (03:25)
Return to sender, I've fallen off the hint of suggestion
Unlearning the strange devices of the world
Is this the end of the earth. Or something like it
The great, the great universal coma has arrived
We are holding our hands towards the sun
Sit down, Come on sit down
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town
Return to sender, Carried straight from the womb to the grave
Your eyes have been paled to emptiness
All things have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of this
The Great Manipulator
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun
Has become empty and automatic
Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town
You've given us user friendly grenades,
Just what are you trying to say?
Just what are you trying to say? (8x)
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun
Has become empty and automatic
Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town
04 A Temperamental Widower (02:48)
We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards
We're just killing onward, today
And put that knife away!
My first thought, a dragon
My first thought, a dragon
Two contending marches
And put that knife away!
She'll sting you to death
Like a swarm of hornets
From the hive
Endlessly I drift
Into this distraction
Sign my name to shame
Press hard, there are three copies
You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards
We're just killing onward, today
Put that knife away!
And put that knife away!
Making progress like that of a dead man
Constant last words, the last word.
The last words.
06 Songs Sound Much Sadder (03:18)
We’ll be legends
We are smashed men, still moving
We've tried everything in the book
No stranger to failure, death with a steady heartbeat
Scratching into any surface it wants
Joy and beauty rejected so many times
A world of hurt, a heart of false hope
And while we thought that we were learning how to live
We have been learning how to die
I should have known, we will be legends
Our hopes and dreams, our worst nightmares
Our worst nightmares have now come true
Tonight when this deep sleep falls on men
Driven by an instinct more powerful than life itself
From horror to hope, from hope and devastation
And while we thought that we were learning how to live
We have been learning how to die
I should have known, we will be legends
Overfed and unconcerned
It came with teeth and claw
Oh, hated form of emotion
You have become so obvious
My friend, the fatal habit of being myself
Ok, there's hope, step down with all your friends
09 Like Swimming Circles (03:06)
I don't care what you said
I won't sink in the flood
But I listen to every noise
That you make and make sense of what you say
And I take note to every sound
We're not the same again
Don't you dare insinuate me
You don't care what you create
You can't swim in this flood
And you'll swallow with every wave
That comes by and take, take what you need
You'll still swallow with every tide
We're not the same again
Don't you dare insinuate me
To hell with that!
10 Cemetery Like a Stage (04:20)
There will be no more color
Broken I stand here
A new creation
On the stage of history
Where map and compass
Mean nothing at all
The arrows are in me
My spirit drinks poison
I joined the avalanche
Just to feel alive
I remember sitting in
My mothers room
And I watched them cry
We're not supposed to be here
Tonight I will sleep on the floor
Oh, such weight
All colors rushing back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
We're ruined here
There are strangers
In my house
Tripping over
Themselves to
White wash this
Disaster
I am young but
I'm not blind
All colors rushing back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
We're ruined here
The Voice of Heaven
Speaks with time
A new understanding
Dedication
This will never fade
I guess the body
Means nothing, means nothing at all
Broken and unbroken
All colors rushing back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
We're ruined here
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Di Divodark
Il risultato è una musica leggermente meno aggressiva e alcuni passaggi vocali in clean.
Poco pubblicizzati e poco attenti alle mode questi Norma Jean possono impartire lezioni ai gruppetti che tanto vanno di moda ora.
