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La band dei fratelli Tardy è una delle più seminali, grezze, violente e brutte mai esistite in ambito Death metal. Quando ancora le frangette, i cuoricini, i tatuaggetti,le sopracciglia rifatte se ne loro posto nelle pagine del settimanale "cioè". Quando ancora il Death metal era violenza, capelli lunghi e abbigliamento improbabile. Quando la lunghezza dei peli del naso (visibile anche da molto distante) era parte integrante e non voluto di ogni band estrema che si rispettasse. Ma oltre ai peli del naso incredibilmente lunghi, John Tardy sfoggia una voce che non ha eguali (almeno nel mondo dei vivi): nè growl e nè scream, anzi la leggenda vuole che sia proprio la timbrica del suo parlato quotidiano. Questo marchio di fabbrica, insieme al riffing malato dei due chitarristi Allen West e Trevor Peres, sarà fondamentale per distinguere gli Obituary dalle centinaia (più o meno utili) altre band dello stesso genere.
Un sound unico, che trae notevolmente ispirazione dal thrash death degli albori (Celtic Frost-Slayer-Venom) le cui radici erano ancora intrise dell'attitudine Punk Harcore dei primi anni 80. In Venticinque anni i 5 di Tampa (insieme ad altre storiche band come Morbid angel, Death, Deicide) hanno portato alto il nome del Death metal "made in Florida", e hanno prodotto capolavori assoluti come "Cause of Death" e "The end complete".
Seguendo il sentiero battuto con il precedente "World demise", con "Back from the dead" del 1997 gli Obies producono una raccolta di canzoni dallo stile ancora più diretto, spesso più lento e cadenzato, ma altrettanto malvagio e dall'atmosfera inquietante. Un'evoluzione che porta il sound ad un maggiore impatto, senza incappare (come è accaduto spesso e volentieri) nella banalità o, peggio, in improbabili contaminazioni (rabbrividisco pensando a come migliaia di band hanno scimmiottato per anni Roots dei Sepultura).Su queste coordinate si muovono la stupenda "Lookdown" e la claustrofobica title track, la groovy "Rewind (non quella dell'ex rocker di Zocca) e le punkeggianti "Threatning skies" (opener devastante) e "Download" . Trascurabile la versione rap di "By the light" (Bullituary) che strappa comunque un sorriso a chi pensa che i nudi e crudi del genere si prendano troppo sul serio.
Diciamo pure che fino a" BFTD" gli Obituary riescono nell'impresa di portare a casa 5 grandi album di fila senza sostanziali cali di qualità, rinnovando e non snaturando il proprio sound. Forse non il capolavoro della band, ma sicuramente un album apprezzabilissimo per la sua sincerità, e che se soprattutto paragonato agli album metal delle nuove leve con lo smalto e i tatuaggi di Hello kitty, ci fa rimpiangere la sana puzza di ascelle dei quattro redneck della Florida.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Threatening Skies (02:19)
You've found once, live wise.
The taste to come, we'll go.
Lost right taking the face, the coming show.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
I will fear rising forms more slow.
Live the spell, takes the coming spell forth.
Ravishing you all.
Ravishing you all.
Ravishing you all.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
You've found once, live wise.
The taste to come, we'll go.
Lost right taking the face, the coming show.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
02 By the Light (02:55)
Destiny, feel disgrace.
I'm the one that's fallen.
I'm the one in pain.
I'm the one that's going.
Forces decay in pain,
By the light.
The suffer is cold.
There's colors
Searing his face.
Drifting through the sorrow.
The visions yet display.
It strips the soul completely empty.
Sirens rage in vain.
Drifting through the sadness.
Violence fills the sky.
Torturing, the voice rang out.
My servants they are blind,
By the light.
Suffer is cold.
There's colors
Searing his face.
By the light!
By the light!
By the light!
04 Platonic Disease (04:06)
Your grips fallen.
I'm fallen, we've fallen beyond.
Expired, we've acquired platonic disease.
No jury, your cause.
Speak laws afford the bigot.
Back load myself.
Lay down the sentence of never ending said.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
No jury. The pain.
The chance wronged release pain.
The stakes torn, lives cross.
Deep waters, willing loss.
Download main site.
Lay down victims right.
The fuels burnt, worlds part.
Seems like a never ending vicious cycle of death, of death.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Now see, world dies.
Strips down the face of disguise.
No rules, my way.
My way of things to say.
Your pore boils, burnt sore.
Lift off the face of wood.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
05 Download (02:45)
Face yourself in
Burns with fortune.
Comes with the falling rain.
Peels down, racist game.
Death falls, blood pours.
Then we see lies pour, lies pour.
Come to the falling, life's near the end.
Life's end is guessing, for understand.
Feel that wetting, need to restrain.
Holding nothing, leather and string.
The killing comes first.
The killing comes first.
Letting the ending melt barren land
With that one thing can't understand.
Relive nothing waste my own time.
Accomplishing zero life passes by.
Face your fear.
Face it with blue skies, blue skies.
Living is misery, misery.
06 Rewind (04:03)
Resign my brain.
Knows bored, minds cored.
Your fate has come rewound.
I thought the day I'd die you'd rule.
Rewind my sense.
Range choice of live expense.
Days come, nights fall.
Fix all mistakes, rule all.
When is locked in.
Set back within your realm of violence.
If you see anything, soon we'll rise.
Resign, my brain.
Knows bored, minds cored.
Your fate has come, rewound.
I said the day I'd rule you'd die.
Resign my friend.
Knows bored, minds cored.
Your fate has come rewound.
I said the day I'd rule you'd die.
08 Lockdown (04:11)
Live face, live wars
Live final fallen shore.
Wise up down play.
Locked spine.
The spirits rule, lies down
Rip the cord, spent with the dead.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
Life's pace. Crowds boss.
View the scum you'll cross.
We're burned in, we're burned out.
We're burned on the fire.
Relax, lie down.
Beg to a different crown.
Wise up, down play.
Locked spine.
The spirits rule, lies down
Rip the cord, spent with the dead.
Live face, live wars
Live final fallen shore.
Relax, lie down.
Beg to a different crown.
Lockdown west side
Sent to a distant land.
Wise up, down play.
Locked spine.
The spirits rule, lies down
Rip the cord, spent with the dead.
10 Back From the Dead (05:12)
Fall, white light fell.
You fear, the point death sent.
Rise the dead's awake.
You, you like to find me in what's right.
Like to dream me in hell, dying.
We're back, we're back and for once more.
Like to come in to want gore.
Feel. I said rest.
You're bad, forgive him.
Rising, rot the one that's lost.
Living out what's discard.
Debating over what is right.
You're feeding the guts,
Feeling the parts
Grinding the stone
Sentenced one.
Fall, white light fell.
You fear the point death sent.
Raid, raiding out the one that lost.
Living out the ones discard.
Debating over what is right.
Like to find me in what's right.
11 Bullituary (remix) (03:44)
Ha Ha. Only true, only true Obituary and
Diablo D., Skinner T, wants some pleasure.
Bastard cycle.
Profession of a make of myself.
...well with a spell...clocked in.
Evil men, evil deeds, evil time to grieve.
...to kills fells.
With a deal, with the bloods all stale.
...fell.
A 1000 caps of hell.
On the wheel of the women Apocalypse.
I'll split this shit or I'll take your life.
Either way you shoot it you know it's all child's play.
Hey, I'll make you say.
Leave that guy alone,
bring him along and bring him to a new home
in the darkest depths of hell.
I call your bluff, so you'll bounce like breasts.
I got a back like a tree and arms are like a f**ken chests.
So who the f**k would have guessed.
I call the bug. I'm a Johnny Quest.
I'm obsessed with a bitch in your nest.
So gamble the rent.
I figure show the bitch the bastard, when you go packin'.
Go packin' with a hole proof vest in which.
We're gutless and heartless. My homestead is heartless.
...any nigga from the... ...assumption... think we're trolls.
And I think we take control...
Either way I'm taken a shit.
We can at least shut the door. In case it sounds like a hit.
I digress, here I go again, with the tall breath.
Sickle cell the proud all your lyrics for your death.
So keep your self open. I come and puke.
So looking like you're smoken, rocks, while I'm broken.
You're broken and choken. Ha, you're soaken.
Stuck my hand out like a vulcan.
Spock did he box. ...the voicebox... you're funny.
The other day I ain't no heartbreaker, but I won't be by.
Once more fry. ...to for... box.
So my body could be disintegrated and it hurts to hold my madness.
Destiny, feel disgrace.
I'm the one that's fallen.
I'm the one in pain.
I'm the one that's going.
Forces decay in pain, by the light.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Suffer is cold.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
There's colors.
See it in his face.
Drifting through the sorrow.
The visions yet display.
It strips the soul completely empty.
Sirens rage in vain.
Drifting through the sadness.
Violence fills the sky.
Torturing, the voice rang out
My servents they are blind.
...check out his head blow. Cock like a reload...
I'm the man with hands. Suffer is cold
...my bloods flowing... ...slice you...an amateur ...breath it...
Searing his face.
...madman. I'm the bitch, f**k a dumptruck.
...soapbox... a flesh eating virus, Osiris,
a tiller, the champion blood spiller, Godzilla.
Fortified breakfast miller, a killer.
...an animal, I hand them all an animal.
I manhandled... Drowning...other's records.
So check it... ...these days, hell I excele, I'm cataclysm.
Ha, I best it, I cross it. The acid I drop it.
I ...it, stop it. While you bob it.
I make a... with this shit and then I sharp it, yeah.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Yeah.
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