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Toxik
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1 | Heart Attack
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| 2 | Social Overload
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| 3 | Pain And Misery
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| 4 | Voices
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| 5 | Door To Hell
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| 6 | World Circus
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| 7 | 47 Seconds Of Sanity – Count Your Blessings
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| 8 | False Prophets
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| 9 | Haunted Earth
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| 10 | Victims
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| 11 | Machine Dream (demo version)
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| 12 | Radio Interview |
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Mike Sanders - vocals
Josh Christian - guitar
Brian Bonini - bass
Tad Leger - drums |
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Reissued on March 22 2007 by Displeased Records with the following bonus
tracks:
Tracks 11-15 are from the Wasteland Demo 1986
Track 16 is from the Metal Massacre IX compilation
Tracks 17 & 18 are unreleased songs
11. Heart Attack
12. Haunted Earth
13. False Prophets
14. Wasteland
15. Skippy Windshield
16. Wasteland
17. Straight Razor
18. Finer Points of Tragedy
19. Parasite (Kiss Cover)
20. Radio Spot
21. Radio Spot Fall 1987
22. Radio Spot with King Diamond |
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| Social Overload
We are searching for the answer
To our prayers
The endless road ahead
Is from our errors
Overbearing powers strengthening
Atomic fear of what tomorrow brings
Burning down with fire
Meltdown of the soul
Threat of termination
Social Overload
Hopes and questions |
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Первый альбом Токсиков, как и можно было ожидать, был куда проще знаменитого Think This (1989). Хотя, судя по тому, как он сыгран и записан, судя по довольно прикольным аранжировакам и социально-критичным текстам, Токсики были готовы записать Think This ещё в 1988 году. Но справедливо посчитали, что надо быть проще, чтобы широкие народные массы к тебе тянулись, и заиграли такой стандартный, нормальный скоростной метал. Гитарные соло в исполнении Джоша Кристиана, да вокальное мастерство Сaндерсa – украшают этo довольно прямолинейно сыгранное железо…
В общем, полный драматизма спидметаллический альбомчик, не предлагающий жемчужин, но зато постоянное качество. В довеске: демо-версия Machine Dream для грядущего альбома и стёбное радио-интервью, где парни обещают поменьше power, и побольше melodic в следующем альбоме. Верный ход, который в последствии себя оправдает! |
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Один из артефактов эпохи расцвета progressive thrash metal. Американцы стояли под знамёнами этого стиля наряду с Realm и Watchtower. Эти две формации приведены в качестве аналогии ещё и потому, что сближает с ними "токсиков" вокал высокого регистра, но без увлечений фальцетом. Музыкальное полотно данного релиза соткано из speed-ритмики, к адекватному восприятию которой располагает достаточно естественный звук, сочетающий в себе чёткость и тяжесть среднего ранжира (для стиля). Сразу чувствуется уровень музыкантов, способных предложить на суд публики помимо скорости и слаженности ещё и вариативный подход к композиционной структуре. Отличительная черта гитарной техники заключена в гармоническом сдвиге по отношению к вокалу, в результате чего диссонансные обороты получаются сами собой без привлечения ломки размера. Гитарные соло - отдельный разговор, хотя их и немного. Способность вложить в казалось бы стандартную для стиля трель целый букет мелодических переливов ставит Christian'а в один ряд с лучшими укротителями струн той музыкальной эпохи. Я думаю, не стоит говорить о лирическом наполнении. Если вы взгляните на обложку, то всё становится ясно как день. Обобщая всё вышесказанное, я хотел бы отнести дебют группы к знаковым альбомам стиля. К тому же, здесь ещё можно говорить об относительной лёгкости восприятия, в то время как следующий опус предложит нечто более утончённое, но всё таки отчасти лишённое прыти данного лонгплея. |
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Running through our mind
But it's a case
Of blind leading blind
Money rules the hearts
Of men we fear
But still the people do not hear
Young men of valor
March away
Heads of state have
Called their name today
One by one they fell
And there they died
In the name of money
Hate and lies
Pain and Misery
One day you'll wake up
And life will have no meaning
Except that feeling in your veins
Another blast another line
You'd hardly do it
Your lungs are craving
That cocaine
Well, all your friends
Will sit and watch you do it
And when it's time they'll do the same
You taste the smoke
It's the evil that's inside you
You know the winner of the game
Oh no, can't you feel the pain?
Can you feel the misery?
Well, time goes on
And you feel your body slipping
There's no control, you're a slave
You breathe in deep
And be sure your hearts still pumping
You ain't ready for the grave
One more time
And you promise the you will quit
But today's just not the day
Everyday you give that
Same old sermon
Still you crack your life away
Today they found you
In your room, your eyes were empty
A stem of a glass clutched in your hand
Your heart had stopped
And your life had left you
Dead young American
Voices
These voices in my head they say
Just what they want to say
They taunt me in my sleep
They want me to kill their way
Violent spirit inside of me
Many voices yell
From where, I can't tell
They seem to come from inside of me.
I try to shut them out
But then they really shout
They're ripping something from me
Evil thoughts possess my brain
Out, get them out, out,
Get them out,
Voices,##Voices,
Voices,##Voices,
Voices,##Voices,
##Got to get them out
These voices run my life
They make me walk out through the night
Vicious bidding I must do
Insane, I snuff the child's lights
Mind of death runs me now
Fight, claw, grasp ## You won't know
It's time to die ## Till its to late
God's first law ## Wild eyed fiend
But I defy ## Seals your fate
Voices tell me ## Feel my hand
How to kill ## Around about
I'm their tool ## God please help
I do their will ## Get them out
In my mind I'm still here
Unwilling monster disappear
I can't go on with this charade
From my wrists, blood cascades
Free from them, they're finally out
Out, get them out,
Get them out....
Door to Hell
On behalf of the unnamed soldiers
Dies for their country in some far-away place
Some returned expecting glory
Baby killers got spit upon their face
With napalm, we're villains, we're burning the children
To death, Obsessed
Put there by liars, the money messiahs, decay, obey
Shoot, kill, good will, God is on our side
Don't ask your task, do what you must do
Your door to Hell, Hell, your door to Hell
Open season for the fascists
To test their toys out
On this frail human race
Some burned the flag
And denied them
While others marched off
To save a nation's face
Hiding in the trenches
Their lungs filled with stenches
Of death, Obsessed
Most who enlisted
No longer existed
Slain in vain
Shoot kill good will
Christian soldiers
Don't ask your task
Do as you're told
World Circus
Ladies and Gents
We welcome you now to the show
A game we like to play
When your turn comes we'll let you know
The game is their world
The circus is all of tricks
Democracy, hypocrisy, cash junkies all need a fix
Oh, but God can save us all
Bow to his glory and now prepare for the fall
Of the...
World Circus/World Circus
USSR and United States represent all
Biggest nation, main attraction
The people holding the bail
Some small sweaty country
Is where the first acts will all die
Out of the air into despair
That's how the circus survives
Oh, but we could save us all
Forget their religion and think for yourselves
Once, and for all, before the...
World Circus/World Circus
Lights, Flashing
Ash, fills the air
Open, the sky is bleeding
Circus, is everywhere
Breathe in the air of disgust
And it will make you gag
Chemicals, they're filling the air
Money in some fat man's bag the illness that infects your immunes
And leaves you quite dead
Who'd believe, who'd have conceived
Our book was already read
Oh, but God can save us all
And if you believe you're a fool, and surely
Will fall, to the...
47 Seconds of Sanity/Count Your Blessings
The winter starts
The summer ends
Bringing back the pain
Streets in the summer
Are warm at night
It's easy begging change
But when the cold air comes
And your hands they freeze
The night it breathes last sleep
Cringe from the frozen wind
The end starts to begin
Count your blessings
Won't you?
God's eye is still on you
Times pass won't last
You'll see!
Your fate is here with me
The normal life I used to have
A dream from yesterday
Kids and wife, I had it all
I worked and then I prayed
But taxes rose, we lost our house
After fifteen years, Goodbye
On the earth alone within
The end starts to begin
Now I have lived here on the streets
An eyesore for mankind
A product of society
The average urban refugee
My story's one like a thousand more
Tomorrow like the day before
False Prophets
Deep inside the house of white
Elected tools decide our plight
If we live or if we die
Controlling minds, robbing blind
Moral crimes
Beware, false prophets, beware
He'll come in the form of a reverend clown
And tell his flock to gather round
He slays with his tongue
And not a sword
A celluloid jesus, a plastic lord
For your dashboard
Beware, false prophets, beware
He wares a flag of red, white, and blue
An ancient actor with a twisted view
His final picture is final part
His slice of history the war he starts
Blown apart!
Haunted Earth
They are here to take away
The visions of our future
With their words of empty praise, of peace
Politicians butcher
You know your mind is bending
With your stare so blind
You're here to do their bidding, to kill
All that's left behind
We must always live
For our earth
Haunted Earth
We shall never be
The same again
Haunted Earth
Turn your cheek and they will smite you
At their lords command
From the book of forgotten prophets, you sin
Sinners will be damned
Machines of death will reap the slayer's harvest
The body count is high
Ten thousand souls are lost forever, in Hell
Where no one dies
The dogs of war are howling at you
Can't you see the signs?
The art of war is an ancient syndrome, of death
For all mankind
They raise the curtain of the act violence
They take their final bow
Twisting bows of propaganda, they speak
As if they're proud
PROUD!
Victims
Faces Of Death, 1, 2 and 3
Murder and violence on film
Perverted acts that infest the world
Is this really God's will?
Madman and butchers running the land
With a cross on their chest
And the good book in hand
Pointing a finger at those who oppose
Quieting the facts and truths undisclosed
Hatred, all of that is different
Victims, of the ones that you trust
Ignorance, controlling your actions
Victims
Watch the TV, and you'll see the news
The ends that our world is coming to
Falsified glory, delusions of grandeur
A true patriot kills at will
Madmen and sadists make their demands
With a cross on their chest
And the good book in hand
Dogs in high places deliver a curse, by splitting their
Atoms, destroying the earth