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Cianide
« The Dying Truth »
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1 | Mindscrape 05:22
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| 2 | Human Cesspool 03:17
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| 3 | The Suffering 04:03
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| 4 | Scourging at the Pillar 05:03
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| 5 | Crawling Chaos 05:53
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| 6 | The Dying Truth 05:10
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| 7 | Funeral 05:42
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| 8 | Second Life 06:30
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| | Total playing time: 41:00 |
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Scott Carroll - guitars
Mike Perun - bass, vocals
Jeff Kabella - drums |
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Recorded at Studio 53, Palatine, Illinois.
Produced by Bob Pucci, Steve Mueller & Cianide.
Mixed at Studio 53 by Bob Blom, Mark Nawara & Cianide. |
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| 1. Mindscrape
Mind you see
through walls of being.
Built on terror
from life around.
See the world
from which you came.
You have no part
but to be enslaved.
[Chorus:]
Lurking into
the unknown fear.
Signs of life
which have past.
Excruciating,
Sickening pain.
Final breath
is yo |
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Пауэр-трио из ада, Cianide – группа, без которой нельзя представить темное подземелье США времен подъема мрачных искусств. Не хочется идти на поводу у очевидного и клеить так напрашивающийся ярлык дум-дэта, приятнее прибегнуть к уловке – «медленный дэт», тем более, что тут есть и грайндовые поползновения. Названия трэков, однако, не столь брутальны, сколько «излучают» обреченность – дум сражает дэт наповал: безнадежность, страдания и погребальная символика. Cianide вообще коллектив-олицетворение универсального, внежанрового мрака в клубке влияний, отсюда и его первозданная прелесть.
Обложка – малый фрагмент картины-диптиха голландского художника Яна ван Эйка “Распятие и Страшный суд”, самая верхушка ада. Американцы валят неповоротливый, тяжеловесный метал Тьмы, Власти и Рока. Средства сознательно ограничены, только давящие гитары с шлейфом похоронной мелодики, бурчащий бас и топорно звучащие барабаны, отстукивающие ленивые перебивки на томах и туповатые, но запоминающиеся ритмические фразы на малом барабане. Венчает это все глухой и степенный рык видного вокалиста Майка Перуна. В итоге, как оно бывает при правильном подходе, создается атмосфера, пожалуй, и эта одна из наиболее густых и непролазных, что вообще можно услыхать в экстремальном метале. Трэки скупы, минималистичны, бесхитростно замедляются и разгоняются, в них нет никакой мелодической интриги, альбом начисто лишен украшательств в виде соло, вернее они проскальзывают, но задвинуты на задний план и звучат незначительно для общей картины. Думаете, от этого того жуткий дебют сер и монотонен? Ничуть не бывало. Команда крепко держит слушателя своей коллективной Харизмой, тучным саундом и маленькими инструментальными победами: это броский рефренный брэйк в “The Suffering”, мрачное психоделичное месиво на месте соло в “Funeral”, простецкая как 3 копейки риффовка “Scourging at the Pillar”, постепенное скатывание заглавного трэка в молотилово – да и много еще вкусных пассажей. Разгонные эпизоды строятся вовсе не на бластбите, его в лексиконе дремучих американцев еще нет, но на не менее эффективном долбежном перестуке а-ля протоблэк.
Так, отрицая или сдерживая эволюцию, чикагцы с легкостью подбирают ключ к любому слушателю, маргиналу-мракобесу. Гитарист Скотт Кэрол так прямо и сдает группу с потрохами в одном из интервью: они просто не умеют играть иначе, как примитивно; техничный метал (Dream Theater) или рок (Sonic Youth) им даже не предлагать сыграть! Как бы то ни было, Cianide в паре с Darkthrone тех же лет (оба испытывали влияние Celtic Frost), сами того не подозревая, представляют исследовательский проект: «Сила ограниченности в художественных целях». Да и зачем тьме умничанье, она не требует ничего подобного. |
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[Chorus 2:]
Time to pray
Mindscrape
The choice is free
Time to pray
Mindscrape
Succumb to greed
Torturing your mind,
Caved-in surroundings.
Forcing outbreak,
Trapped by inner-self.
Ever-growing need
from what to expect.
Future holds nothing
Life is a wreck.
[Chorus]
Pay for remorse
of which to pay.
Life of suffering
Dying day.
[Chorus 2]
Masters of greed
from which you feed.
No escape
from this world of hate
2. Human Cesspool
This gift of life bestowed to you,
one which I can take away.
Insanity controls my actions and my thoughts,
My instinct is to deliver pain.
Watching you die like an animal,
Bleeding before me a lifeless toy,
God's greatest gift I shall destroy.
[Chorus:]
Foul smelling stench of the dead in this human cesspool.
Many more will follow you to be piled into this heap.
Unhallowed accursed ground, bodily remains, hunks of meat.
Slicing through flesh, orgasmic release, nauseating stench of disease.
Putrid home of meaningless sins.
[Chorus]
Horrible sight, disgusting vision, hidden away from human eyes.
Rotting desire, murderous sings, actions are blasphemous.
Slice through your flesh, rotting decay sickening death,
Pools of blood, chopped heads, shredded flesh, sopping mess.
[Chorus]
3. The Suffering
Twisting your life
through sorrows of sin.
Fighting this hell
in which we live in.
Think of the past,
things you have done.
Look to the future
in which you have none.
Pain in your mind,
receiving your death,
Planning a way
a sickening end.
What has been done
to cause such a state?
A man with no heart,
no love only hate.
[Chorus:]
And then you die.
Self destruction.
End to it all.
Disgusted with man,
the world he creates.
The future is certain,
for blood I will take.
Using my hands,
instruments of death,
gouging all flesh,
nothing to spare.
Life in this race
why should I care?
Slash my own wrists,
do I dare?
This is the path,
more lives I will take.
and then my own life.
[Chorus]
Genocide, cannot have,
I will take who I can,
One by one, maybe more,
Rid this world, human scum.
Why do I feel this way?
Should I feel remorse?
Is this my only path I'll take?
My only course?
4. Scourging At The Pillar
Procession for living souls,
Victim of the sins of man.
Resurrection fortold,
Denial of the lamb.
For every breath I try,
I know that I must die.
Scourging at the pillar
Procession for living souls,
Victim of the sins of man.
Resurrection fortold,
Denial of the lamb.
For every breath I try,
I know that I must die.
As I grip my cross,
this pain I feel.
The son of man,
Afterlife revealed.
As I grip my cross
shedding blood-tears.
Thoughts of the dying world,
Betrayal and fear.
Crowned king, then crucified,
my life is sacrificed.
Fate of mankind,
Realize, time to die
5. Crawling Chaos
End my painful ways,
Insanity prevails over my darkened soul,
Pounding feverishly.
The pains of haunted dreams.
Crawling chaos.
Attempt to grip your fate,
Falling into delirium,
Timeless lords await
through the vast universe.
Rise, time spent disease.
Cries out for their souls.
Life that lies within the soul.
Return of the ones foretold.
End my painful ways,
Insanity prevails over my darkened soul,
Pounding feverishly.
The pains of haunted dreams.
6. The Dying Truth
Truth in lying, dying in truth
Flesh for flesh, lying in death
Feel my pain, God's gift to you,
Words of the Savior, the bringer of pain
Thousands of souls, I have claimed,
Giving new life, to the ones I have saved
Gives you a hope, in which you will see
There is no life, only blasphemy
Gather my slaves,
worship the priest,
I preach the words,
words of this feast
Believe in the truth,
through people I claim,
prey on the weak
who need to be saved
Blood that is shed,
I give to the priest,
you are the people
who drink at this feast.
Jesus my Son, the Holy One,
Return to save the souls who gave
Mortals draw near, believing this lie,
time has come, fools must die
Church of God turns to blood,
raping the souls holy ones,
Gather my slaves, worship the priest,
I am the words beginning this east
Heaven is now your eternal hell,
Fooled by your god prophet of doom
Religion is lost by an ongoing lie
Truth is dying, Dying is truth
7. Funeral
Earth to earth ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
You hear these words from me.
Trapped down in fire, rest your soul in flames.
Eternal torment, rot for eternity.
Take your souls,
flames get higher,
Rebirth below,
Hand in hand we die.
See the earth burn on Judgment Day.
Death of sinners, flesh and mind decays.
Burning bones, stench of melting flesh,
Eternal torment, marching into hell.
Take your souls,
flames get higher,
Rebirth below,
Watching your own death.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes dust to dust.
You hear these words from me.
8. Second Life
Lifelessness, the path to death,
Time is impatient,
Distortion of birth,
Unjust favors, unheard screams.
[Chorus:]
Twisting in pain, misfortune falls upon you.
Unfortunate circumstance, No chance for second life.
Fantasies of death, withheld by ignorance.
Timeless unbirth.
No chance for second life.
Unlived experience, grief and sorrow, disrupted life-flows.
Baptism of blood, death by life, confound reality.
[Chorus]
A right to live,
Exposed to death,
Forgotten? Unanswered?
A question to life.
Lifelessness, the path to death,
Time is impatient,
Distortion of birth,
Death by life, confound realities.