Secondo disco con la formazione che solo un anno prima diede alle stampe quel "The killing kind", sicuramente la migliore prova degli anni '90 dei newyorkesi. Fanno quindi ancora parte della partita i due nuovi chitarristi Sebastian Marino e Joe Comeau che in questo disco si ritaglierà anche un buon spazio come vocalist, a supporto dell'intramontabile Bobby "Blitz" Ellsworth.
Si può tranquillamente descrivere questo disco come uno dei più moderni composti dai thrashers americani. Le influenze Panteriane soprattutto nelle chitarre sono evidenti, quindi suoni più pesanti e riff cadenzati soprattutto nel trittico iniziale: It Lives, Save Me e Long Time Dyin'.
La terza traccia Genocya si apre con il sinistro basso di D.D. Verni per poi alternare parti lente ad ripartenze di matrice quasi "hardcore", canzone inusuale per i nostri ma azzeccata. Half Past Dead è per la prima metà lenta e sinistra con ancora il basso protagonista per poi accellerare nella seconda parte con una grandissimea prova di Blitz alle vocals.
F.U.C.T. è finalmente un thrash veloce stile vecchi Overkill, che sfiora quasi il Death con le Growl vocals di Joe Comeau. Canzone da Headbanging assicurato. I'm Alright sembra anticipare le coordinate sonore del loro prossimo disco "Necroshine". Canzone con riffone pesante e quasi industrial.
Rip n' Tear è una "Thrash'n'roll song" divertente e saltellante senza troppe pretese.
Promises è la semi ballad che gli Overkill ogni tanto si cimentano a comporre con un Blitz convincente anche quando non deve fare andare a mille le sue corde vocali.
Il disco si chiude con Little Bit o' Murder un Thrash veloce e malvagio. Ancora protagonista alle vocals il chitarrista Comeau, che con gli Overkill inciderà ancora due dischi per passare poi alla corte di Jeff Waters come cantante degli Annihilator.
Per concludere si può dire che questo "From The Underground And Below" sia un disco piuttosto atipico nella discografia degli Overkill,a partire dalla copertina piuttosto anomala e quasi da gruppo "black metal", alle canzoni, costruite per galleggiare con il thrash moderno in voga una decina di anni fa. Il classico disco di transizione che comunque vuole dire, quando si parla di Overkill, un cd ben al di sopra della media delle uscite metal.
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02 Save Me (04:55)
Miracle Man
You're Miracle Man
Save me from the outside
Save me from the hurt
Save me from this cold inside and
Save me from myself
What you see when you're looking at me
Take me out, take me out of captivity
Got my head, my dreams, my dead my screams
Started up the engin of the afterlife machine
I've got your head and your covenant of dreams (I've got your head)
I've got your dead and a collection of your screams
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself, save me
Miracle Man
You're Miracle Man
Keep me safe and warm
Keep me underground
Keep me from what I deserve and
Don't just keep me down
What I want, what I need to be
Take me out, take me out of obscurity
Got my head, my dreams, my dead, my screams
Gone o.d. on the afterlife machine
I've got your head and your afterlife machine (I've got your head)
I've got your dead and a collection of your screams
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself, save me
Just a victim of my imagination
What you see when you're looking at me
Take me out, take me out of captivity
Got my head, my dreams, my dead my screams
Started up the engin of the afterlife machine
I've got your head
I've got your dead
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself
save me
03 Long Time Dyin' (04:53)
Seen this happen once before
with a little of touch of denial
A man on his knees he was licking the floor
like he's trying to reconcile
You fill your pot with anger,
You eat all that you can,
Tell you one thing as I look back now
I don't ever want to be that man again
Cannot feel it at all
Can't you feel it
Can't taste it at all
Can't you taste it
Then I looked him straight in the eye
And I said hey man
Are you gonna take a long time dyin'
No
Standin' on a white line
Tryin' to free my soul
Sey hey God would give me a sign
I'm actin' like a fool
I filled my heart with hatred
Puked up all I would
Tell you one thing I got on my knees
I wouldn't do it again even if if I could
Can't feel it at all
Can't you feel it
Can't taste it at all
Can't you taste it
Then I looked him straight in the eye
And I said hey man
Are you gonna take a long time dyin'
No
Sometimes I think it's not my fault
It's everything but me
And sometimes it's the third time
And I drown in misery
Sometimes it's the way it is
Sometimes it ain't fair
Most times I'm the architect
Who builds a just donït care
Just don't care
Happened to me once before
Little of touch of denial
I was on my knees
I was lickin' the floor
Tryin' to reconcile
Shit out a luck looks like your fucked
(reconcile)
(I don't wanna be that man again)
Can't feel it no more
Can't you feel it
Can't taste it no more
Can't you taste it
Then I looked him straight in the eye
And I said hey man
Are you gonna be a long time dyin'
No
04 Genocya (04:45)
I'm your destructive pride
Your homegrown, goddamn genocide
The standard behind which you hide
I'm at your door, right by your side... so
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
I'm the hate, the jealousy
I can magnify the agony
The self-destructive qualities
So won't you come and go with me... and
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
My lack of tolerance nice as you please
My interference put them down at their knees
I am your hopeless, despondent
Your derelic hole
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
I am your illness, your ailment
The hole in your soul
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
My lack of tolerance nice as you please
My interference put them down at their knees
I am your hopeless, despondent
Your derelic hole
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
I am your illness, the ailment
The hole in your soul
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
Go
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