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Che i Satyricon sono un nome che ha fatto storia in ambito Black metal norvegese nessuno lo può negare, che siano i creatori indiscussi di capolavori come "Dark Medieval Time", "Nemesis Divina" e "ShadowThrone" anche per questo nulla da obbiettare.
I Satyricon a mio parere dopo aver lasciato la Moonfog (famosissima casa discografica norvegese di altrettanto famosissime band del genere) per andare prima alla EMI pubblicando "Volcano" e poi passando alla Road Runner pubblicando "Now Diabolical", hanno iniziato un periodo disastroso. Con questo cd "Rebel Extravaganza" i Satyricon cambiano sonorità, riamangono sempre costanti con il loro genere però ascoltando i capolavori sopra citati, non si direbbe che questo album sia frutto delle loro fatiche; il cd è suonato da Dio con un Frost (il batterista) devastante però...
Il cd si apre con "Tied Bronze Chains" canzone che come le altre non mi ha convinto affatto, ripeto suonato e registrato benissimo però se non fosse per l'inconfondibile voce di Satyr non si direbbe fosse un cd loro. Segue "Filthgrinder" stesso discorso della song precedente, per come ci hanno abituato i nostri nessuno si sarebbe aspettato un cd del genere. Bene o male l'album si mantiene constante con il new sound dei nostri, quindi è inutile un analisi dettagliata traccia per traccia. Sia chiaro il disco non è da cestinare, anzi richiede molti ascolti (lo possiedo da 3 anni e ancora non mi convince).
Quindi consiglio un ascolto molto attento, (e come ci consigliano i Satyricon nel retro del disco "ASCOLTARE A MASSIMO VOLUME"), per non rimanerne quasi delusi come me.
Cordiali Saluti
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Tied in Bronze Chains (10:56)
Sinful woman with me cause I'm the wolf on your shoulder
But complain not to me, Cause I'm the accuser
If you dare to withhold the immense power and the greed
You shall walk among us the subterranean fields
Why don't you come with me
And dance the snakepit dance
Rhythmic moves to the eerie bell, The boiling blood
Evils breath on your neck, The morbid rite
I'm tied in bronze chains
(So) where do all the flowers come from (In October 1997)
I am tired, should I care anymore?
The rusty claws who reach for me are too far away
Sense no anger for that, Be at one
The sleaze on the Wall is all gone (anyway)
It's just flowers, Flowers
Come, come let's join the orgy
Decay and wine, Sodomy all the way
No rest for the holly
Forbidden fruit is always best
Drift'n filth tastes so good
I see the cross of Peter overwhelming their coward Countenance
Oh you're so damned clean, Now take my dirty whore, hellfire Is inside her
Contaminate the clean, Woman, Let him feel you're woman
It's the only way to release the chains
My candle is burning at both ends, I just want to be released Before I go
It's a harsh voyage, To the land of sin
I had to make sure to bring'em down with me
I am the lost of my kind I'm tied in bronze chains
02 Filthgrinder (06:39)
Fitlhgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner
unknown to remorse and pity
cynical, electrical fucking murderer
What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the
Unholy Alliance and the white fear
Take a look around and understand, (that) your days are numbered
the demon on the Wall and the ticking clock
closing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still believe?
The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years
reach out for mercy, it's just a bygone anyway
Filthgrinder - practice aggression
Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the Elite
Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly
Trueborn creature, twist that Firm grasp of yours
like in days of old
He can feel it, he knows they can't
to be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken
you don't believe, you know!
He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard
Yeah!
The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itself
The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy
evil knows no good, good knows no evil
but a saviour he is in all forms, but religious
a Grand engine carrying years of built up Hatred and Powers.
You know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear?
Your heart trying to rip its way through your chest
Fitlhgrinder a beastified being risen form the collective
hatred of an oppressed people.
A people representing Pride, Dignity and Honour!
06 Supersonic Journey (07:49)
A rotating silvercolored plateau, Drops that dance down the Columns
Blue, Cold and the raging starwind
Glowing colors at fearful speed
Indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog
In outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey
Inevitably he can see it, The lights are going out and he knows
If he just could make us understand
In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture You want
Just a stillborn child on hands that fumble
Raging, Raging at incomprehensible pace
The colors blinding, The plateau falls in outer hell
The disclose that we had to die... We pit the hand that fed us
In outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey
Is this what is yet to come, Or a madman's reflection of the Soul?
As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what
Burdens we were to bear
08 A Moment of Clarity (06:40)
Without beginning, Without the end (Our lifeblood)
The road for the spiritual outlaws is never ending
And so is the hunt for all those answers
The devil may hold your truth, What a fucking relief it would Be (To know)
Bluecold and the grim truth stands before you (All you ever wanted?)
Descend and fly away to another day, another night
Sleep forever or serve to justify
The brand that you wear speak of what you are made of
It leaves you like an open book for everyone to read
Is this it, Is this what you wanted?
The eye of the rest on your back
To be a part of the masterplan is the only way to spiritual hell
Drink to that and never forget where you came from
Cause there's no such thing as a one way ticket to hell
What a fucking relief that is
Descend and fly away to another day, Another night
Sleep forever or serve to justify
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