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Disillusion
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1 | ... And The Mirror Cracked
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| 2 | Fall
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| 3 | Alone I Stand In Fires
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| 4 | Back To Times Of Splendor
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| 5 | A Day By The Lake
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| 6 | The Sleep Of Restless Hours
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| | Total playing time: 56:48 |
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Vurtox - Vocals, guitars, acoustic guitars, bass, keys and orchestral
arrangements
Rajk Barthel - Guitars
Jens Maluschka - Drums
Additional Musicians:
Thomas Bremer - Piano on "And the Mirror Cracked"
Matthias Schifter - Fretless bass on "And the Mirror Cracked" and "A Day by the
Lake"
Denise Schneider - Female voice on "Fall" and "The Sleep of Restless Hours"
Stefan Launicke - Piano intro on "Back to Times of Splendor", strings on
"Sleep..."
Alex Tscholakov - Drumloops and percussion on "Alone I Stand in Fires"
All songs by Vurtox and Disillusion
All lyrics by Vurtox |
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Recorded May through Nov. 2003 by Vurtox and Jan Stцlzel at Salvation Recording
/ Leipzig
Vocals and acoustic guitars recorded by Alexander Tscholakov at TAM Recordings
Nov / December 2003
Mixed by Alexander Tscholakov, Vurtox and Disillusion during Dec / Jan 2003 at
TAM Recordings
Mastered at Mastersound Studio / Fellbach Jan 2004 by Alexander Krull and
Disillusion
Art direction by Disillusion and Matka Hallmann
Artwork by Maika Hallman and Vurtox
Cover and portrait pictures by Natalie Pichler
"The Wanderer" pictures taken by Axel Heyder
Produced by Vurtox |
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... And The Mirror Cracked
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It came from dismal shadows
Creeping, sudden, from behind.
fell upon my merry whistle
darkened me at heart and sight.
Back with me, one again with the memory
Again I behold the ruins
that I left when I was |
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10 лет с момента основания и до первого альбома - чертовски долго! Но каким он получился... Назвать его шедевром - сказать лишь самую малую часть из той бури слов, рвущихся из тебя во время описания "Back to Times of Splendor ". Я попробую раскрыть карты Disillusion и понять, как им удалось сделать невероятное.
Только за первую минуту проигрывания альбома успеваешь услышать множество разных популярных и редких приёмов, набранных из разных музыкальных стилей. Но как гармонично всё это сделано - "... And The Mirror Cracked" за свою длительность побалует вас красивейшими соло, акустическим проигрышем, большим обилием различных инструментов и сэмплов, различными стилями вокала и плавными переходами от агрессивных и быстрых до расслабляющих и спокойных мелодий. Так что первых два секрета успеха мы нашли - гармония и насыщенность. Тем временем очередь подошла к "Fall", здесь же становится ясен ещё один секрет успеха - единообразность. Всё продолжает идти в одном стиле, а данную песню с таким же успехом можно бы было услышать на радио. Только не в нашей стране. По ходу альбома вопросы о количестве песен отсекаются сами собой, всё внимание приковано к следующей ноте, к следующему слову... Кстати о лирике - Vurtox проделал просто феноменальную работу! Мало того, что текста большие, там очень часто используются "редкие" обороты и бессмысленных фраз нет вообще, да ещё он часто использует игру слов - брависсимо!
Прошёл час прекрасной музыки - хорошо от того, что хочется ещё. Спустя два года Disillusion издают "Gloria" - очень спорное, но не менее интересное произведение искусства, и дальше тишина... Группа не развалилась, процесс создания нового шедевра идёт. А если вам понравится - обязательно ознакомьтесь с первым демо и двумя синглами группы. |
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Первый альбом Disillusion выпустили через 10 лет после основания группы. Возможно, такой длительный срок повлиял на качество музыкального материала, а может, парни и вправду молодые гении, но в любом случае этот коллектив незаслуженно обойдён стороной рецензентами и остальными слушателями. На диске всего 6 композиций, но пусть это вас не пугает - за почти час прослушивания вы должны быть готовы потоку чистой и свежей ярости, которую обрушит на вас музыка. Мелодизм на грани фантастики! Буквально каждая мелодия врезается в память, это что-то невероятное. На фоне остальных молодых групп, эта - просто как алмаз. Запись на высоком уровне. Инструментальная часть тоже не подкачала - гитары агрессивны, барабанщик порхает по своим тарелкам с томами, а клавишные и оркестровые вообще выше всяких похвал.
Любителям прогрессивной и мелодичной агрессивной музыки. |
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Last night out in the timber
a thousand torrent's vehemence
came rushing through my veins
Up my throat and filled the eyes,
And then that I knew
all pain will be undone
When I pack my bags
And depart for lonely roads
And with courageous verve I stride
chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering
How come you never bleed
When I stab right into your back.
How come you never choke
When I drown you in the sea.
Merely hours passed
that I had left him to his mountains
his colossal idols - one for every spear in me.
Slopes so steep,
I could not conquer in a lifetime.
Now they're all but ruins,
Ruins I left behind.
And with courageous verve I stride
chop the heads off plants aside, still wondering
How come you never bleed
When I stab right into your back.
How come you never choke
When I drown you in the hot and burning sea.
There is always one waiting for me, my beloved
I shall be with her again so soon.
craving for her lips, her kiss
Her hair in summer winds
The morning dew dripping down her breasts.
Shadows and Flames.
I have been demure
Cries were silent but heart ablaze.
have been one of his shadows
Condemned to stray an unlit maze.
My feet are numb, soles torn wide open
After endless years of clambering
My path is lit and leads me north.
And with courageous verve I stride
chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering
How come you never bleed
When I stab right into your back,
How come you never choke
When I drown you in the hot and burning sea?
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Fall
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Deep it must have been
The thorn that spread a veil of constancy
Times in stalemate, times of certitude
Again and again this wound
It's these moments
When the comfort of the bygone
And the light of long gone days
Enchant me with their hollow songs
And grasp for me with their stone-cold hands.
A new morning
Another past coming along
struggling on way too close, way too far
today I do remember
the bitter tears of fall we shed on a day like this
And both we know that you knew
pain would grow through you
But we pretended soils would flourish
from the time we turn our backs.
Saw your eyes in amber leaves
Heard your weeping in repose
Drank your tears with the water
followed your footmarks in the moss.
It's these moments
When the comfort of the bygone
And the light of long gone days
Enchant me with their hollow songs
befool me with a sham appeal
And both we know that you knew
pain would grow through you
But we pretended soils would flourish
from the time we turn our backs.
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Alone I Stand In Fires
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In awkward times at awkward places …
Rogues in glitter robes, with fierce grimaces
Sneak around me glowering.
I should be running away
But I keep standing here in fires.
Sinister choirs of whip-lashing demons
With circling vultures in a dreadful allegiance.
Singing out of tune in empty words and empty phrases
Heard it all before from a familiar face.
And every tone cuts deep as rain in april
Every chord they form tears open the wounds
But today will be my day
When I stand up and be brave
Today it is me and my ire
Today I stand alone in fires.
Was my heart one of a sparrow?
Caged in the prospects of disbeliefer's eyes
Was I lurking in my own shadow?
For a minute free of compromise.
So many years have passed inside the mussel
So many have defiled my realm
So many foreign tongues and unknown words
So many blether and blether and blether…
Awoke. From sorrow sleep.
And every tone cuts deep as rain in april
And every chord they form tears open the wounds
But today will be my day
When I stand up and be brave
Today it is me and my ire
Today I stand alone in fires.
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Back To Times Of Splendor
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Half way through the wheat, my golden foe
With his itching ears in the scorching heat.
The weight of summer, torment to my hands
Armed with a sickle I am out for his beguiling glance.
Thought I heared a mare neighing from the creek
Where in every hour spared we anxiously would meet.
Drunken whispers noone could hear
'til the day when hordes of wasps
Poisoned every hour so passed.
She was faint as I when she spoke to me.
Reluctantly. Words came through
Words of leaving here and leaving me.
And her eyes grew bigger then
Bound in moonlit glittering.
She Leaned to me and whispered tears into my ear.
Well, I went to see the creek again
And many a day I'd stand at its shoreline wondering
If it might be heading north
Through the timber, passed the lake and our chalet
should have gone with her, should have gone with me.
But I stayed when she begged me
to come with her, never to separate, never to be alone.
And lept silent when I should have sung the song of heart
And remained loyal to the thief.
There is a road that I must travel
May it be paved or unseen
May I be hindered by a thousand stones
Still onward I'd crawl down on my knees
At sudden swallows took upon the scene
Heralding what I could not have foreseen
a threat of rain on the dark horizon
A strong foreboding of a storm arising.
And willows'd roar, midges dazzled
birches sigh from painful lessons
lessons they'd learned in life
that every stem breaks if bent too far.
Will I run for a shelter and quiver ?
Will I run away, be idle and shiver ?
And thunders pound so hard, pound the drums of warfare
Hungry clouds draw closer with reptile teeth as lightning
Is it the fear of the inevitable that is keeping me awaiting?
I am rigid as of reverence, still and enduring.
I must have seen it coming.
Oh my longing's neverending. Time's so pale
So come with colors, paint it burning red
I fear no more, can see clearly now
The morning sun beyond the clouds.
And when the dark night seems endless
With only a quarter moon left of light
I am longing back to times of splendor
Longing far away, away from here and back to you.
I swagger back and forth dancing the betrayer's dance
For the last of all times, I swear
For the last damn time, I swear !
I am over and through with all your lectures
I know this is the right step to do
Over and through with all you lectures
I know this is the right thing to do !
if I don't leave now I will be lost in the hot burning dungeon
they have oh so thoroughly prepared for me to all eternity.
Hear her whispering feel my cheek ablaze
And I take the first step of a thousand more to come.
There is a road that I must travel
May it be paved or unseen
May I be hindered by a thousand stones
Still onward I'd crawl down on my knees.
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A Day By The Lake
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Back at last from yearning slumber
when the nightly drama came to a close
Hoping that fall will never come
Salute the morning sun
Inviting us to idleness
Hoping that fall will never come
The hour calls for secrecy
silently we'd slip out to the lake
Hoping that fall will never come
And I stumble as of vertigo
Can't await the sound of gentle waves
melting with the rhythm of our crave.
But today there are only elegies
Filling our tainted elysium
Still hoping that fall will never come
This place turned to a fraud mirage
Deceitful and untrue.
Still hoping that fall will never come
Embraces solace me
They hide my tears in pastel drapery
Still hoping that fall will never come
And I cry just as you
Knowing, this is coming to an end
But still I am hoping that fall will never come.
But it came.
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The Sleep Of Restless Hours
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Imposture!
At the peak of my triumphant march
Conjuration!
Doubt befalls me so close to the end.
Cannot move any further
Feet are tired from the haste
So close to the finale
I desperately need to rest
Face to face with the very substance of my journey
Just need to reach out and grab the gold
Take the crown and be king for a lifetime
But in the hour that I longed for
At the vertex of my crave
Just when I thought I had broken free
I'm even deeper inside the maze
But I don't feel lost anymore
Somehow I do not feel astray
Somehow I' m not the same as before
Maybe I've grown wiser on the way
So I write this down for you to know I've been here
Tired, torn and stripped down to the core
And that I'm not the same as yesterday
Somehow I've just grown wiser on the way
Thus, I write all this down for you to know I've been here
Close enough to almost feel your breath
Write this down for you to know
I've slept the sleep of restless hours
And when I woke, I left with the promise I would be back
Fool, Me!
Swimming in the burning sea
I have seen the careless me!
Thus, I write all this down for you to know I've been here
Close enough to almost feel your breath
Write this down for you to know
I've slept the sleep of restless hours
And when I woke, I left knowing I would be back