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Flotsam and Jetsam
« No Place for Disgrace »
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| 01 | No Place For Disgrace (6:13)
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| | 02 | Dreams Of Death (5:40)
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| | 03 | N.E. Terror (5:57)
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| | 04 | Escape From Within (6:47)
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| | 05 | Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting (Elton John Cover) (3:53)
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| | 06 | Hard On You (4:51)
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| | 07 | I Live You Die (5:50)
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| | 08 | Misguided Fortune (5:41)
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| | 09 | P.A.A.B. (5:32)
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| | 10 | The Jones (4:07)
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| | Total playing time: 54:31 |
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Kelly David-Smith - drums
Edward Carlson - guitars
Eric A.K. - vocals
Troy Gregory - bass
Michael Gilbert - guitars |
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Recorded at Music Grinder, Hollywood, CA; Track Record, North Hollywood, CA; Pacific, Chatsworth, CA & Preferred Sound, Woodland Hills, CA between December 1987 - February 1988.
Mixed at The Enterprise, Burbank, CA. Mastered at Sterling Sound, NYC. Produced by Bill Metoyer and Flotsam and Jetsam. |
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| 1. No Place For Disgrace
Far to the east ruled the Samurai, mystic warrior class,
Honorable brave, bark armoured man, donning hideous mask.
700 years of reigning Japan, the masters of attack,
Dominators of the isle of dragons, fearsom military caste.
In battle no prisoners for the enemy,  |
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Безусловная и непререкаемая кудрявая классика. Второй альбом молодых и сопливых трэш-зажигателей FaJ зол, весел, в меру примитивен и сложен там, где надо. И сочетанием сложных скоростных запилов с драматичным пищанием Натсона группа постоянно напоминает кого-то очень знакомого и не менее писклявого – Toxiс, конечно же! И что-то в этом есть, хотя иногда и кажется, что у группы ещё нет по-настоящему своего лица – то, что есть, было одолжено у коллег постарше и поопытней. Хотя от повышенного содержания хэви иногда и коробит, при звуке нервного боевика «N.E. Terror», сопливой баллады «Escape from Within», довольно интересного забойного номера «P.A.A.B.» или кавера на Элтона Джона «Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting» (кто б мог подумать, что Элтон такой рок-н-рольный перец?) душа просто разворачивается и сворачивается, и так по многу раз. Мрачные «Hard on You», «I Live You Die» (шикарный бёртоновский бас на заднем плане) и толстенно-изящный (как очень аккуратный слон в посудной лавке), хотя и туповатый инструментал «The Jones» - дальнейшие аргументы в пользу этого шикарного весёлого альбома. Да и иногда и в меру просвечивающий восточный колорит! Таким, уж точно, опозориться было никак нельзя. Наилучшие рекомендации. |
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На момент прочтения биографии "Флотсов" я был уже хорошо знаком с их дебютником, "A Doomsday for Deceiver", который был хорошим таким спид-металлом (а теперь с чего-то стал культом до такой степени, что его недавно выпустили в специальном боксе, чтобы народ сравнил старую и ремастированную версию, плюс концертные записи того времени; выглядит очень впечатляюще, сам в руках держал, только ажиотаж мне не совсем понятен). Благодаря этой статье я загорелся идеей прикупить их второй диск, а всё из-за рекламы хвалёной "навороченности" и "прог-металлическая ауры, кучи наворотов и изворотов в каждом треке".
Ну и что я тут услышал в первый раз? Пожалуй, то же, что и во второй, и в третий. По сравнению с первым диском F&J, "No Place for Disgrace" - явный прогресс. Всё здесь лучше. Отличный трэш. Вокалист замечательно и поёт, и вопит. Темпы меняются, в четвертом треке имеются акустические гитары, да и вообще повсюду присутствуют мелодичные моменты и хорошие гитарные соло. Технично всё сыграно. Три композиции (“No Place…”, “N.E. Terror”, “I Live You Die”) написаны в соавторстве с бывшим лидером команды, именитым Джэйсоном Ньюстедом. “I Live…” – это стародавняя классика, которая странным образом не вошла в дебютник, a “Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting» – вообще песня самого большого рок-пижона Элтона Джона (по духу напоминает то, что сотворили Xentrix с “Ghostbusters”).
Однако чего-то особо впечатляющего, чрезвычайно разнообразного, и супер-прогрессивного я здесь, к превеликому сожалению, не обнаружил. Несмотря на то, что влияние Metallica в музыке F&J местами отчетливо заметно, например, в “Dreams of Death” и “The Jones” – в менее торопливых моментах, когда “металл” уверенно прёт напролом (прошу заметить, однако, что речь идет не о копировании, а именно влиянии), эта отличная трэш-пластинка вышла с намного лучшим, живо бурлящим, качественным звуком, где каждый инструмент замечательно слышно, по сравнению с той же Metallica, куда слинял их бывший лидер и басист. Язвлю я потому, что и "No Place for Disgrace" и "And Justice for All" записывались прaктически в одно время. Лучшие треки альбома – “No Place for Disgrace”, “Escape from Within”, забойная песня-послание критикам в защиту свободно мыслящих рокеров – “Hard on You”, гимн гладиаторов “I Live You Die”, и “P.A.A.B.” |
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Crooked crowns sentenced to die, pay the bloody price.
Sacred rites held close by the fighters, no place for disgrace,
Taught to stand with dignity while staring in death's face.
[chorus:]
Honor even in death, soldiers glorified,
The dagger plunges deep, slashes side to side.
Honor even in death, digrace is defied,
The end they never fear, give their life before their pride.
Honor even in death, soldiers glorified,
The dagger plunges deep, slashes side to side.
Honor even in death, digrace is defied,
The end they never fear, give their life before their pride.
Gracefully, with steady hand,
He takes the dagger that lays before him.
Collects his thoughts for the last time,
And plunges the dirge from left to right.
No sign of pain on his face,
With the final cut withdraws the blade.
Loyal companion by his side,
Lifts the sword to help him die.
Lightning flash, one swift blow,
Honor is done, warriors head rolls.
In a mans glory, his spirit is stored, his very being inside,
Dignity respected, courage is shown by his ritual suicide.
No room for dishonor in hari kari's dagger gashing side to side,
Under the rising sun the core is exposed, to reveal a new life.
[repeat chorus]
2. Dreams Of Death
In a land that no one comes from.
In your mind when your eyes are closed.
Is this a happening that's real or make-believe?
Are the things you see really there?
And the things you hear, are you scared?
You try to run away but you can't move, yeah.
Wake up! Wake up!
Familiar voice blending through.
The darkness fading fast as it calls your name.
Will you awake before it's too late? Ah-haa.
You feel yourself falling in a hole.
Life flies past like visions in your mind.
Are you dying or just having a nightmare?
[pre-chorus:]
Wake up! Subconscious death is real.
Wake up! You're living a nightmare.
Wake up! Subconscious death is real.
Wake up! You're living a nightmare.
[chorus:]
Can you feel death creeping up on you?
Can you see life fading away?
Do you know when you're still dreaming?
Will you awake before you die?
Can you feel death creeping up on you?
Can you see life fading away?
Do you know when you're still dreaming?
Will you awake before you die?
In a land that isn't real.
In an unconscious state of mind.
Are there demons and evils you must face?
Is there a dark side of your life?
Are dreams real 'till you awake?
Is intrigue of the unknown worth your life?
[repeat pre-chorus and chorus]
3. N.E. Terror
Wake up to face another day of
Madness, the modern world at play.
Corruption, from white and blue alike,
Serenity is jeopardised.
Envoys are delt their hands.
Barter with their deadly plans for
Power they deal and trade
Compare the guns they made - big gun.
Secrets held from humanity.
Errors kept under lock and key
Mistrust, another people lost.
Red atomic double cross - twisted cross.
Famine, plagues the lands they rape,
As they spoon feed tv tape.
Bustling nations horde their rotting wheat,
Bloated tribesmen wither in the heat.
Spotlight on the innocent,
Kiddnapping extortion oil money spent.
Justice bent the eastern way,
Stand up for freedom with your life you'll pay.
Hijackers, terror in the sky
Crackpot colonel spits it in your eye.
Shiite dies to pick a fight,
New mercedes packed with dynamite.
Torture from the hooded nations
Heads of state decapitation.
Control is their ultra plan,
Sacred blood spills upon their hands
Madman don't waste any time,
Murder inside david's shrine.
Bullets riddle wailing wall,
On bloody broken knees they crawl.
[chorus:]
Hooded madmen make your move,
Tell me something, what you're trying to prove?
Why won't you let me see your face?
My fire's bigger, I'll put you in your place.
Third world, deep freeze hostage plot,
Pray to your God you get caught.
All the world will hear your name,
As you proudly claim your blame.
Struggle behind the murky face,
Panic fronts the world wide race.
At random choose the blood they smear,
Thermo global fear.
Blindman leading the blind,
Mercy gets left behind.
Hopeless victims beg and plead,
Peace is what you need.
My patience is tried and worn,
The number of the flags you've torn.
I've delt with your many threats,
Faceless creature, I'll get you yet.
[repeat chorus]
4. Escape From Within
I lie here awake.
My lifeless body that's cold feeling the pain.
That's a cry far away.
Why is this prolonged, I've already lived, what's to fear.
Now kill the power, become partners of sin.
Alone in our decision to unlock the door,
And escape from within.
For only death is my life.
Escape from within.
From terminal living, cutting me, low in my prime.
Contract of death, silent screams beg to be signed.
You'll live the life of a saint as you decide,
Mercy kill to turn the tide.
Now kill the power, become partners of sin.
Alone in our decision to unlock the door,
And escape from within.
For only death is my life.
Escape from within.
Escape from within.
From terminal living, through the years I've laid alone.
Tubes through my body, there's no will to carry on.
You'll live the life of a saint as you decide,
Mercy kill to turn the tide.
Now kill the power, become partners of sin.
Alone in our decision to unlock the door,
And escape from within.
For only death is my life.
Escape from within.
Escape from within.
Escape from within.
5. Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting
[Original: Elton John]
It's getting late haven't seen my mates,
Ma tell me when the boys get here.
It's seven o'clock and I wanna mosh,
Wanna get my belly full of beer.
My old man's drunker than a bar full of whinos,
And my old lady she don't care.
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots,
A handful of grease in her hair.
[chorus:]
Don't give us none of your aggravation,
We've had it with your discipline.
Saturday night's alright for fightin',
Get a little action in.
Get about as oiled as a diesel train,
Gonna set this town alight.
Saturday night's the night I like,
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright.
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight,
I'm looking for a bitch who will see me right.
I may use a little muscle to get what I need,
I may sink a little Jack and shout out: 'she's with me'.
A couple of sounds that I really like,
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike.
I'm a juvenile product of the working class,
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.
[repeat chorus]
Saturday's the night, yeah.
[repeat chorus]
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday night's alright.
[repeat and fade]
6. Hard On You
Does it teach? Can it learn? Are you sure it's right?
One that's young sees the circled "R", does he buy it?
What the fuck! Can't he buy what he wants to hear?
You muzzle us, we'll muscle you! You'll live in demented fear.
Is it good for us or harmful? Does it enlighten or repress?
Our children need to know what's going on and that our world is a mess.
What the fuck! Can't we say what we think anymore?
Clean up the world, and we'll be singing praises forever more...
[chorus:]
Can't you see, you're ripping away our independence,
No one cares but you.
There's never a way to stop the music,
If you're hard on us, we're gonna be hard on you, H.O.Y!
Can't you see, you're ripping away our independence,
No one cares but you.
There's never a way to stop the music,
If you're hard on us, we're gonna be hard on you, H.O.Y!
You say teach the children right, who's to say we're wrong?
If your committee is so damn right, why did we write this song?
What the fuck! Can we write what we feel or not?
You muzzle us, we'll kick your ass! You'll see that we can't be bought!
[repeat chorus]
7. I Live You Die
Your life passes you by, I live, you die.
The arena is mine, I live, you die.
Entry of the gladiators, 264 B.C.
The emperors and nobles have made a pawn of me.
I battle slaves end free men and wild blood thirsty beasts.
The red sand surrounds me, so they can't see them bleed.
[chorus:]
Your life passes you by (I live you die).
The Reaper is near.
Again the arena is mine (I live you die).
I live you die.
Sword drawn and battle ready, Trajan in command.
Fight 'till death 100 days, corpses of 2000 men.
The masses they decide the fate of a fallen men.
Thumbs down in drunken haste, life's taker and giver I am.
[repeat chorus]
Innocent children dressed like the sacred lamb,
Taken for Nero's-slaughter, as the people look away,
To the pit dogs they are prey, the people look away... they look away...
I live, you die!
Persecuted Christians in the blood soaked ring.
Many over many lose their lives, peace to their soul it brings.
The thrills from the kills, those that I have slain,
Are keeping my heart pounding, I live another day.
Your live passes you by (I live you die).
The Reaper is near.
Again the arena is mine (I live you die).
I live again.
Your live passes you by (I live you die).
The Reaper is near.
Again the arena is mine (I live you die).
I live you die.
Die! Die! Die!
8. Misguided Fortune
Another night of restless sleep, a life I chose to lead,
Dream of harsh reality, a vision of your life you see.
House of fire; the price you pay for a broken family,
The anger that burns inside, you still can't set it free.
Struggle for your sanity, betrayed and left alone,
No one to reach out to, for you to call your own.
You want to end this life of hell, to free your heart of stone,
In self-digrace, the human race, the streets become your home.
Day and night are now the same as winter falls and feeds the pain,
Do you think that you're to blame for the life they chose to lead.
The cards were dealt for them to play in a game of life and death,
They lost their lives, misguided fortune, there's nothing for you now.
Darkness settles over you, only memories breed more pain,
Molded from the grinding stone, you live your life in vain.
Blackened scarfs that remain alive, you cover with your guise,
Time to live, time to die, which will you decide?
[chorus:]
Misguided fortune,
A life they did not choose to lead,
Misguided fortune,
No one to guide you in this insanity,
Misguided fortune,
You paid a price for their fatal mistake,
Misguided fortune,
This is not how they wanted it to be...
House of fire, a price well paid, a life now yours to lead,
You released the pain from inside, before it drained your life.
You came to terms, you weren't to blame for their decisions now are yours,
The mask is gone, no more to hide, the face of fate you kept inside.
Against the odds you stayed alive, to rebuild this fatal mess,
The life in vain that sucked you in is fading with the past.
You found a home, security, the strength that you desired,
To live your life long prophecy, your chance to kill the fire.
[repeat chorus]
9. P.A.A.B.
Watch as the big man knocks off their blocks.
Run up the ladder but not far enough.
Cheat the numbers, watch the games get tough.
They've done the dirty work, dressed for respect.
Into deep, couldn't pay your way out.
Just owe him a favor, he'll use his clout.
Double crossed, hot lead delivered.
Politicians body floats dead in the river.
Secret service, crimes highest court.
Thompson bullet holes, shred into the suits.
Under table oath, now in a pact.
You'll get away with murder, when you're caught in the act.
Holy rollers, contract blood baths.
When fathers die they bleed their sons path.
For the Father, in Gods name.
The love of money warms the families' pain.
Power brokers, black jack poker.
Wearing piano wire chokers.
The streets are scanned, the cops undermanned.
Another city palm in hand.
Shots ignited while sins cleanse in church.
He sits by their sides as police sirens search.
For his henchmen, they're getting away.
Judges handshake, justice betrayed.
10. The Jones
[Instrumental]