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В 2012 году, на фоне набившего всем оскомину реюниона Black Sabbath, группа Candlemass выпустила новый альбом. Она просто обязана была его выпустить сейчас – именно Candlemass прежде всего приходят на ум, когда вспоминают про бережное цитирование Black Sabbath уже почти тридцать лет. Мир прогнулся под Candlemass: с недавнего времени это тренд – балансировать на грани мистического психоделик\хард-рока, стоунера и дум-металла. Новые группы этого жанра занимают наивысшие ступени различных чартов, к ним приковано пристольное внимание ведущих изданий (за примерами далеко ходить не надо: The Devil’s Blood, Orchid, Noctum). Вернувшиеся буквально с того света ветераны Pentagram выпускают великолепный альбом. Да и лидер Candlemass басист Лейф Эдлинг, уже в двухтысячных годах создав ещё один психоделический коллектив Krux, собирает многочисленные лестные отзывы среди журналистов.
Так что же Candlemass? Каков получился новый альбом этой верной своему жанру группы тогда, когда так настойчиво отовсюду звучат жужжащие, настроенные "по-саббатовски" гитары. А получился он максимально хэви-металльным. Еще никогда Candlemass не выдавали такую скорость, которая, как правило, совершенно не ассоциируется с классическим думом. Привычная неторопливая поступь временами заменяется практически "пауэроподобным" темпом. Конечно, далеко не везде, разумеется, во умеренном количестве, но это действительно удивляет, как, например, в середине первой композиции „Prophet“. Альбом доставит немало приятных минут любителям продолжительных, ярких гитарных соляков, таких, как в „The Killing Of The Sun“, которые на этом альбом порой затмевают даже знаменитый классический саббатовский риффинг. Кроме того, альбом получился очень эпичным: на нем в достатке фоновых клавишных эффектов, которые добавляют композициям объёма. Однако хочу подчеркнуть, что эти клавиши не звучат подобно старинному органу. Это партии с весьма современным, электронным звучанием, как, к примеру, в „The Lights of Thebe“.
Конечно, главная заслуга в создании практически зашкаливающей эпичности принадлежит вокалисту Робу Лоуи, голос которого буквально конкурирует с гитарным звучанием. Вероятно, именно такое эмоциональное напряжение должно быть у человека, находящегося в религиозном экстазе. Однако самое большое удивление у меня вызвала заглавная „Psalms For The Dead“, гитарные переборы в конце которой напомнили мне нетленку Iron Maiden „Fear of The Dark“! Ну и заканчивается альбом весьма пафосно. В начале „Black As Time“ Роб читает текст о жестокости быстротечного времени под неумолимое тиканье часов...
Как бы там ни было, высший балл я поставить альбому не могу, так как некоторые песни мне не понравились, поскольку показались мне слишком простыми и сильно напоминающими материал Krux. Это „Siren Song“ и „Waterwitch“. Думаю, что эзотерическую психоделию не стоит мешать с классическим звучанием Candlemass... |
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ALWAYS STARING AT THE SUN
Torchlit walk... into the dark...starless deep
Black parade... Khaalus cave...breathless steep
See, behold.. the oracle... the divine
We are thy servants 'til the end of time
PROPHET PROPHET
Where's the manifest of FIRE?
PROPHET PROPHET
See, his eye is made of stone
ALWAYS STARING AT THE SUN
We are the guardians of the purple flame
Please show us the start of it all... everything
The dreams, the way of the dead, the age of stars
Give us the birth and the death of eternity
Crystal globe... starblack eye... holy void
Fill our heads... with godlike threads... Speak in tounges
Tell us please... future dreams... cosmic plans
Show us the apocalypse, forevermore
Oh... Dead prophets come and go...
Like dying rainbows in the snow...
But no one spoke, no one called
Bury the false... Bury them all
2. The Sound Of Dying Demons
The fires... are fading... believe me.. it's so quiet...
But the darkness... is breathing... the horde's here... to steal the light!
the legions... are marching... they tell me... that you hear
Just when you thought that you were safe
A nice life...family..friends
The demons are gone without a trace
But HELL will speak to you AGAIN... AND AGAIN!!
THE SOUND OF DYING DEMONS
THE SOUND OF DYING DEMONS
So loud you can't take it no more
SATAN is standing outside your door
EVIL's been waiting for so long
The preachers of HELL were rightand you were wrong!!
You thought the voices were dead
...you didn't listen...
THE SOUND OF DYING DEMONS
Here to touch your world
THE SOUND OF DYING DEMONS
Alive... will crush your world
3. Dancing In The Temple (Of The Mad Queen Bee)
Dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee
Deep in the cinnamon forest
She offers me crickets, she offers me tea
In the court of her enchanted palace
Asks me if I wanna stay
Sing with the trolls and the fays
Swim in her emerald lake
I'M DANCING IN THE TEMPLE
OF THE MAD QUEEN BEE
A sip from the well
I am locked in a spell
TRapped in a grim fairytale
Endless the fun
I wish I had a gun
But I'm dancing forever... from room to room...
We dance the fandango, we do menuet
Waltz in her shadow palais
Listen to the strings of a goblin quartet
See the magic ballet
Asks me if I wanna stay
Sing with the trolls and the fays
Swim in her emerald lake
I'M DANCING IN THE TEMPLE
OF THE MAD QUEEN BEE
I'M DANCING IN THE TEMPLE...
OF THE MAD QUEEN BEE
4. Waterwitch
Autumn wind... summers end
Leaves and grass is ageing,
as the water is as still and dark... as her eyes...
Lifeless pond... love is gone
Rains and cracks... the church is black
Ringing the hollow bells.. time after time...
WATERWITCH... WATERWITCH... WATERWITCH...
Beauty wild... fathers weep
Little child is trapped in witches keep
Children play... Sean and Faye
All that's good is forgotten
Angels tears can't save... the witches prey..
Oh... time is standing still
She is coming for the kill
Don't be fooled by her charms
The witch means death and she means harm
WATERWITCH... WATERWITCH... WATERWITCH...
5. The Lights Of Thebe
I built a virgin tower, I'm taking to the stars
I dream of ancient power, glimmers in my eyes
Four devils guide my steosm abd seven clears te day
To greatness, feast, excess, back to immortal days
I travel with the dragon to learn and tjame the beast
I rule the pyramids, there's magic in the east
To fly and scheme, and harvest all the dreams
That leads to love and holy wars
There's evil... evil... EVIL IN MY MIND
I turn the secret page, I cross the sands of time
I see the kings of Thebe, got richness before my plate
The great and fagolous will kneel beofore my throne
I am the son of god, MY MADNESS IS MY OWN
6. Psalms For The Dead
Is there a sun there in your hand?
A little light that battles with itself
Is there a message in the sand,
that tells me how to set the world in flames?
Do people cry or is it rain?
Do we care... do we count the stains?
When will the sunrise stay a day?
Laugh and shine, or is it all the same?
PSALMS FOR THE DEAD
SONG FOR THE LIVING
AND A WREATH FOR ABSENT FRIENDS
So tell me... fools and trubadours, can a simple stream grow into a flood?
A beggar man, become a president?
And a sip of wine be shared... and thick as blood?
Idols, gods... Dictators and divine,
is this the path where blind men lead the blind?
What is love, but only a dream...?
Those pains and pures were meatn to set us free!
When time is gone, the page is turned
The door is closed and all is done and said
The band has played... the spotlight's burned
ALL THAT'S LEFT ARE
PSALMS FOR THE DEAD
7. The Killing Of The Sun
Genocide destination
A scientific race
Symptoms of the evolution?
We're fresh out of the caves!
Bow and arrow, fangs and fur
Neanderthals and cars
We burned the flame and tamed the earth
Looked up to the stars
The dogs, the apes... the buffalo
The fire and the wheel
From Trojan wars to World War II
THE INVENTION OF STEEL!
There's time for sin, there's time for laughter
Wonders in the lab
Babylon is still a whore
But the best time that we had!
Who stoppped the clock?
Who threw the rock
THE KILLING OF THE SUN!
We see atom, the crates of Jupiter
A cure for cancer, science is the word
What is progress when the streets of London burn
Who are we fooling? the dance of LUCIFER!!!
8. Siren Song
I can hear the siren wail begin
Lovechants that'll bring me everything
Step out to the woods or let them in
The world goes numb when the sirens sing
I see the light high upon the hill
I'm drawn towards, I feel the sirens will
Have I becomea victim of the wild?
I wish I could sleep on like a child
At the gallows pole
Oh, you're swallowed whole
THE SIRENS WILL SUCK ON YOUR SOUL
The siren pack will feast upon my soul
Lick me dry and step over my bones
I can't resist, can't refuse no more
The sirens they will sing for evermore!
Where do the voices of angels come from?
deep down below or above?
Carols of crystal
Serenades of blood
Promising ETERNAL LOVE
9. Black As Time
Time is short... time is endless
Time is linear but also a relative factor that
moves rather unnoticed form point A to B.
Time is a force not to be taken lightly....
Because time never forgets
Time heals nothing...
Time is a black hole that consumes energy,
ambition and love...
Time is dangerous!
Time... quite frankly... doesn't give a shit!
And above all... time is BLACK
It is your ENEMY!
Time is decline and decay... time is DEATH!
It follow you everywhere you go until it inexorably
leaves you behind
Time counts your every step... every year, month,
week and minute... tick tock tick tock...
And when the reaper breathes you in the neck...
it is there... stealing the very limited precious
shares of TIME that are left...
Slowly and almost unnoticed... second by second...
tick tock tick tock
tick tock... it continues the countdown closer to
your grave... until it finally STOPS!!
TIME IS BLACK!!
She's the truth, o hail the Queen
The universal binding seem
Life and death, every second
Kneel, thy majesty is present
Time will lead me to my grave
It never sleep...never saves
The queen of time rules, will see us fall
TIME IS BLACK... BLACK AS THE SUN
TIME IS BLACK... BLACK AS WINE
BLACK AS TIME
BLACK AS TIME