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 Коллектив, знакомый всем посвящённым в жанр брутального дэта, Deeds of Flesh, выпустил вторую пластинку "Inbreeding the Anthropophagi" в урожайном для жанра 1998 году. "Trading Pieces" уже дал команде высокую репутацию, но данный альбом, хоть и столько же короткий для полноформатника, внёс несколько изменений в формулу.
По сравнению с предыдущим диском выросла как длина песен, так и ещё более заковыристой и неспокойной стала их структура. Переходы стали резче, однако молотилова поубавилось в характере звука - если на дебютнике был подкрученный, громкий звук ударных и больший акцент на режущем компоненте гитары, тот тут уши подмечают немного продюсерского лоска, привнесённого на сей раз Томасом Джинджеллом. Пожалуй, неохотно признаю работу на рецензируемой работе более совершенной, хотя и "Trading Pieces" мне доставил кайф. Сопровождаемая переменными выступлениями от гитариста Эрика Линдмарка (мир праху), что изрыгает свой гроулинговый надгортанный рык и Джейкоби Кингстона, представляющего более высокий скриминг, инструментальная часть в свете вышеописанных преобразований тем не менее местами страдает от неприкрытой несовместимости некоторых частей. В последующих работах с этим у более опытных с тех пор музыкантов будет больше порядка. Эти же гитарные торнадо позволяют показать даже без применения соло то, что Линдмарк не лыком шит и способен вытворять с гитарой высокобалльные трюки. А вот Кингстон уже не так играючи управляет басом, как на первом полноформатнике. Беспорядок со звуком барабанов (так уж вышло, что вместе с барабанщиком) был тоже устранён. Брэд Палмер справляется с ношей достаточно хорошо.
В итоге мы получаем весьма хороший в рамках Deeds of Flesh альбом, но в сравнении с предыдущими в выигрыше остаются работы между ним, что, при всём этом, не даёт мне права назвать "Inbreeding..." слабым. |
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Something big
Is coming this way
With only two
It will surely be
Our nights prey
Stalking stealthfully
The smell is increasing
Seeing the victim
They soon will be eating
Pound of flesh
Standing there waiting
Moving under the tree
Attacked by two then three
Tearing at the back and neck
The gian releases a fit of sreams
Try to run away
But one has the leg
Ripping it down we have it now
Torn to pieces for the feeding
Go for the corpse
Scrapping for meat
Punching large teeth
Through the skin
Face soaked
With bloody chunks
Go for the corpse
Moving under the tree
Attacked by two then three
Tearing at the back and neck
The gian releases a fit of sreams
Try to run away
Tasting the fresh kill
Is turning him greedy
Only the largest eat freely
3. Inbreeding The Anthropophagi
Waiting by the sea
Living by highway robbery
Attacking families
With an army of twenty
Ambushing
Ambushing
Bringing forth
Second nature
Ambushing
Ambushing
Hunters bring back fresh kill
The clan goes in a frenzy
Others fight among themselves
For the biggest chunk
So many deeds
So many deeds
Our cave is full of human pieces
Let our children devour the victims
Inbred to live by medieval urges
Primal acts
Taught by cannibal elders
So many deeds
So many deeds
Ambushing
Ambushing
All members partaking
In human ingestion
Knew no other diet
No other way of life
No connection to the outside world
No connection to the outside world
Pieces here
Pieces here
Bring forth a second nature
The animalistic
Instincts
To survive
Waiting by the sea
Living by highway robbery
Attacking families
Now an army of fifty
4. Infecting Them with Falsehood
Little do they now me
They call me a demon
Infectin women with poison
To get my hands on their precious money
Inviting to my castle
All who would be so naive
My names are plenty and so are my deeds
Donations of anatomical specimens
To rid myself of worries
My fortress was built weekly
To secure my secrecy
In my basement
Morgue and crematory
Acids baths and griding machines
Enter my den and I will peel off your skin
Sell your bones
An do it again
Bring your children
Let me kill then
Sell your bones
An do it again
Bring your children
Let me kill then
My castle is full
Time to use the tunnels
To sneak on these peoples
Taht are soon to be history
To get my hands on their precious money
My fortress was built weekly
To secure my secrecy
In my basement
Morgue and crematory
Sell your bones
An do it again
Bring your children
Let me kill then
Sell your bones
An do it again
Bring your children
Let me kill then
Infecting women with poison
Inviting to my castle
All who be so naive
5. Ritual Of Battle
Anticipating the moment
When this horrid torture will end
My body becomes more and more deformed
Lying there screaming
So deformed
So deformed
More and more deformed
So deformed
Something is tearing at
My intestines
Knife still deep in my cavity
How can this be
I am still alive
How can this be
I am still alive
He is torturing me
Anticipating the moment
When this horrid torture will end
My body becomes more and more deformed
Lying there screaming
So deformed
So deformed
More and more deformed
So deformed
I am still alive
I am still alive
Murder me
I am still being torture rabidly
Let me die
Carnivorous beast
Devouring me
Awaiting blackness
To overcome
6. Canvas Of Flesh
During world war it in one
South american tribe
Human consumption
Of an enemies offspring
Served as the highest
Spiritual ritual of battle
Captive men were killed
Stave women
Were inpregnated
In order that their captors could eat
Eat their babies
Eat their offspring
On other occasions
Conscious victims had limbs
Removed
And were made to watch while
And were
Made to watch while they were cooked and eaten
Spiritual ritual of battle
Sometimes to underline the contempt
Felt for then
They were offered some
Sometimes to underline the contempt
Felt for then
They were offered some
Spiritual ritual of battle
During world war it in one
South american tribe
Human consumption
Of an enemies offspring
Served as the highest
Spiritual ritual of battle
Captive men were tortured
Sometimes to underline the contempt
Felt for then
They were offered some
On other occasions
Conscious victims had limbs
Removed
And were made to watch while
And were
Made to watch while they were cooked and eaten
Spiritual ritual of battle
7. Fly Shrine
Decomposing into human soil
No one knows their location
But their maker plot before burial
Dosposal of human flesh gone forever
In the dirt
Identity vanished through time
Dumped body sits rotting away
flys begin to gather
Vomiting and eating
Murdered carrion
Fly shrine
Four months of eating
Fly shrine
Four months of eating
Fly shrine
Vomit eat it
Festering
Four month of decay
They frenzy in the meaty carcass
More and more survive
Atracted by the stench of flesh
Eggs immerse decomposed flesh
Unburied and to the teeth
So denied
The maggots infesting the flesh
They frenzy in the meaty carcass
More and more survive
Attracted by the stench of flesh
No more blood
Tons of maggots
Fill the empty cavity
No more blood
Tons of maggots
Flee the empty cavity
Decomposing into human soil
No one knows their location
But their maker plot before burial
Dosposal of human flesh gone forever
In the dirt
8. Gradually Melted