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Loudblast
« Disincarnate »
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1 | Steering For Paradise 06:08
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| 2 | After Thy Thought 04:32
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| 3 | Dusk to Dawn 03:44
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| 4 | Outlet For Conscience 04:59
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| 5 | Disquieting Beliefs 04:10
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| 6 | The Horror Within 03:38
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| 7 | Arrive Into Death Soon 05:27
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| 8 | Wrapped In Roses 03:26
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| 9 | Shaped Images Of Disincarnate Spirits 04:38
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| | Total playing time: 40:42 |
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Stephane Buriez - Vocals,Lead & Rhythm Guitars
Nicolas Leclercq - Lead & Rhythm Guitars
Francois Jamin - Bass
Thierry Pinck - Drums |
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Semetary
All Music Composed & Arranged By LOUDBLAST.
Produced By Scott Burns & LOUDBLAST.
Engineered & Mixed By Scott Burns.
Engineering Assisted By Fletcher McLean.
Recorded & Mixed At Morrisound Studios,Tampa,Florida.
Mastered By Mike Fuller At Fullersound Inc.,Miami, Florida.
Kam Lee (guest vocals on "The Horror Within") appears with courtesy of EARACHE
Records.
Keyboard Effects By Kent Smith, Soundsmith Production.
Cover Painting "Vulkan" By W.Suidmak.
Logo Concept By S.Thanneur.
Logo Artwork By W.Suidmak. |
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| 1. Steering For Paradise
Let the tomb give its silent lesson.
Let the dead dictate how to live.
Mystic pilgrims against proud scientists, A never ending fight.
Where is the earth from ? Who knows the truth ?
Deaf to all voices, Blind to all shining lights,
It's time for you to steer for... P |
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Этот французский коллектив когда-то ничем не уступал самым техничным командам Америки и выпускал не менее сложную и любопытную музыку. «Disincarnate» - это трактовка «смертельного» метала на манер достигших в то время своего пика Death и Obituary (можно включить в этот список и европейцев Pestilence). В музыке Loudblast органично сочетаются чеканный олд-скульный звук и стремление команды выйти за пределы традиционных представлений о стиле. Тут и сложная структура, и заигрывания с думом, и удачные попытки вокалиста использовать в помощь к гроулу отстраненный «чистый» вокал, и атмосферные клавишные пассажи, подчеркивающие наиболее важные моменты. В сравнении с вышедшим следом «Sublime Dementia» у данного альбома чуть более грубый звук, в остальном же это – работы-близнецы. Музыканты держатся невысоких скоростей, но чрезвычайно насыщенный материал «Disincarnate» не кажется от этого менее экстремальным. Казалось бы, все это уже знакомо по классическим работам более именитых коллег Loudblast’a, но именно французы соблюли нужную рецептуру в идеальных для меня пропорциях. Справедливость требует сказать, что вначале музыка Loudblast может показаться более грубой и неизящной, чем у коллег-конкурентов. После эпохальных работ Cynic или Sadist подобный подход действительно воспринимается с некоторым скепсисом. Тем не менее, по сложности материала французская формация, пожалуй, превосходит любой из перечисленных коллективов. Так что если вы соскучились по таинственной атмосфере «Testemony of Ancients», а угловатое звучание «Spiritual Healing» вовсе кажется вам идеалом, ищите первые альбомы Loudblast не раздумывая. Если же эти названия слышите впервые – проходите мимо, но все-таки загляните в другой раз на страничку группы Death – может быть, через некоторое время вам захочется продолжить начатое путешествие именно с Loudblast. |
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Who can recount the universe's creation ?
Teach mankind to moralize from man.
Who will explain to us where we come from ?
Pay to error your debt to truth.
Let the bomb give its final answer.
Let us live in a void.
Sons of science building tomorrow, Without knowing yesterday,
Making progress they won't ever control.
Deaf to all voices, Blind to all shining lights,
It's time for you to steer for... Paradise.
Those who solve a problem will soon discover
there are a million more questions.
Who will explain to us what's our future ?
Pay to ignorance your ticket to the unknown.
Is it earth God's defecation.
Teach science to moralize from man.
Show the pagans their way to paradise.
Steer for paradise. Steer for nowhere. Steer for paradise
2. After Thy Thought
Caught in the machine where use became the law,
Compelled to trust they need you.
Gonna lose my soul, Gonna waste my life, This can't be true...
Epilogue of a fairy tale.
Heartrending cries.
What started this slow erosion ?
The mourn of our dearest hope,
An internal rain bloats my soul,
After thy thought being alone.
We have to learn to be independent,
Burning a path everywhere we've gone.
A new existence, The past for experience and future for freedom.
The beginning of solitude.
End of all lies.
What started this slow erosion ?
The mourn of our dearest hope,
An internal rain bloats my soul,
After thy thought being alone.
We decided to go different ways.
We went our separate ways.
Who knows if they will meet one day ? One day ?
3. Dusk To Dawn
Entering the last tunnel of life,
As a butterfly locked in a cell of my skull,
My reason's prepared to fly far away.
We will rise together forever with the Holy Ghost.
Knocking the wings against my bones,
Seeking death and my return to you.
Sever my veins, Blood runs free, A flow of pleasure and hope.
A feeling I've always awaited.
From an ugly beast to this winged beauty.
My reason suffers no more.
Desire takes control, I can feel my dead breath.
Sever my veins, Blood runs free, A river of pleasure and hope.
Unfurling my wings spread forever.
Metamorphosis from dusk to dawn.
Dusk to dawn. To dawn.
Anxious to meet you again now I feel your warm breath.
Unfurling my wings spread forever.
Metamorphosis from dusk to dawn.
Dusk to dawn. To dawn.
Anxious to meet you again now I feel your warm breath.
4. Outlet For Conscience
Being nothing but flesh, bones, innards and blood,
A presumed empty brain washed away with time.
Outlet for conscience.
Already far away from your mind, I inspire you with disgust.
Your outlet for conscience is to cry for me.
My outlet for pity is to spit on your fate.
My brow is deeply lined by suffering I endured.
You try to understand how my body feels.
No need for your tears or moans,
No one was by my side when I sank into the pit.
Certain your compassion is shamed.
Outlet for conscience.
Look at my scornful eyes staring at you.
Can't stand your obliging smiles, Soon you'll weep for me.
Your outlet for conscience is to cry for me.
My outlet for pity is to spit on your fate.
I wish to leave this place unmourned.
My flaccid flesh is decaying but untouched stay my thoughts.
Outlet for conscience. Conscience !
5. Disquieting Beliefs
Trust this message of God,
A wise explanation will calm your soul.
Serene beings, Credible sermons.
Who's able to soothe our anguish ?
Is religion the way God chose to control out mind ?
To put our spirits in peace ?
Disquieting beliefs.
Believe what you're told but confess your mistrust.
Don't search for certainty otherwise...
You'll disagree. You'll disagree.
The knowledge of God implies acceptance of the Antichrist,
And you fear to believe.
Anxious beings, Insane sermons.
Who's able to soothe our anguish ?
Is religion the way God chose to control out mind ?
To put our spirits in peace ?
Disquieting beliefs.
Believe what you're told but confess your mistrust.
Don't search for certainty otherwise...
You'll disagree. You'll disagree.
Absurdity surmounts. Eviction or you denial to be free ?
Absurdity gets stronger.
Can't you hide from all the symbols of this mental slavery ?
"And he opened his mouth in blasphemy against God
to blaspheme his name. And power was given him over
all kindreds, tongues and nations..."
The knowledge of God implies acceptance of the Antichrist,
And you fear to believe.
Anxious beings, Insane sermons.
7. Arrive Into Death Soon
Struck down, weakened by the modern plague,
The organic system reduced to pieces.
Life ebb's away. Obvious misery.
The bell tolls again, Louder this time.
Disease or punishment.
Arrive Into Death Soon !
Blinded by knowledge.
Into Death Soon. Into Death Soon.
Sickness or punishment ?
Into Death Soon. Into Death Soon.
Scientists looking for fame, Patients ready to die.
Doctors researching for glory as we grieve our loss.
Life ebb's away. Obvious misery.
The bell tolls again, Louder this time.
Disease or punishment.
Arrive Into Death Soon !
Blinded by knowledge.
Into Death Soon. Into Death Soon.
Sickness or punishment ?
Into Death Soon. Into Death Soon.
Let's refuse to surrender our faith.
The only solution is to forgive.
To forgive our faults...Our faults ?
Disease or punishment.
Arrive Into Death Soon !
Blinded by knowledge.
Into Death Soon. Into Death Soon.
Sickness or punishment ?
Into Death Soon...
8. Wrapped In Roses
I mourn the time of my early youth,
Time of binging and indulgence.
Old age came, obstructing my path,
Finally taking my will.
Despair, Gone is my time.
Downcast, Darker than death.
Birth!
A rose woven, Wreath!
Entwines my cot. Death!
A rose woven, Wreath!
Around my corpse.
Where are those I followed years ago?
Good friends I used to have.
Dropped dead, some've gone with the wind.
May God save those still alive.
Despair, Gone is my time.
Downcast, Darker than death.
Birth!
A rose woven, Wreath!
Entwines my cot. Death!
A rose woven, Wreath!
Around my corpse.
Human brothers surviving us,
Don't resent our offences.
If you remember us with compassion,
God will bless you all.
Birth!
A rose woven, Wreath!
Entwines my cot. Death!
A rose woven, Wreath!
Around my corpse.
9. Shaped Images Of Disincarnate Spirits
Vivid pictures of science's failures,
I'm the embodiment of your usurped theories.
Succession of images while I'm leaving;
Indulgence - Erosion - Punishment - Despair.
Seven stages. Seven Ways of the Cross.
Seven bodies. Seven shaped images. Disincarnate...
Free from my jail of flesh,
Far from my earthly trips. Disincarnate...
Free from my carnal being, Nearer the Celestial Empire.
Obvious evidence of God's disability,
I'm the incarnation of mankind's will.
Succession of images before my eyes;
Abomination - Conscience - Enjoyment - Anguish.
Seven domains. Seven mortal remains.
Seven cages. Seven shaped images. Disincarnate...
Free from my jail of flesh,
Far from my earthly trips. Disincarnate...
Free from my carnal being, Nearer the Celestial Empire.
Seven places. One era of karma.
Seven thoughts but just one living soul ?
The lethal storm is bloating my soul from within.
The Spirit of the Dead outlives Memories of the Mortal.
The final Cross I bore is nothing now but ashes.
The Spirit of the Dead outlives Memories of the Mortal.