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Norma Jean
« Redeemer »
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1 | A grand scene for a color film
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| 2 | Blueprints for future homes
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| 3 | A small spark vs. a great forest
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| 4 | A temperamental widower
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| 5 | The end of all things will be televised
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| 6 | Songs sound much sadder
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| 7 | The longest lasting statement
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| 8 | Amnesty please
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| 9 | Like swimming circles
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| 10 | Cemetery like a stage
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| 11 | No passenger : no parasite |
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Cory Brandan Putman - lead vocals
Chris Day - guitars
Scottie Henry - guitars
Jake Schultz - bass
Daniel Davison - drums
Guest musicians:
Matthew Putman - percussion and additional drums |
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| 1. A Grand Scene For A Color Film
Return to sender,
Carried straight from the womb to the grave
Your eyes have been paled to emptiness
All thing have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of (this) the Great Manipulator
It's the end of the Earth or something like that
Sit down, let's break |
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Это вновь именно то, что нужно. Вернее, почти то, что нужно. Непредсказуемый хард/металкор, заряженный мощнейшей инструментальной работой и божественным ором Кори Путмэна. Norma Jean привыкли играть так, и этот альбом так же, как и предыдущий, своего рода образец хаоса как стихии хардкора. Тем не менее, такой гипертрофированной беспорядочности, как на предыдущем альбоме, вы здесь не найдете, «Redeemer» – это смягченный вариант Norma Jean 2005. Гитары уже не так скрипят, мелодическая начинка более традиционна, Кори орет мощно, но как-то более доступно, что-ли… Композиционная структура песен попроще, больше прямолинейности – таких песен как, “A Temperamental Widower”, пожалуй, на прошлом альбоме не было. А также таких песен, как “Blueprints for Future Homes” и особенно “Songs Sound Much Sadder”, которые характеризуются более доходчивой и хитовой подачей, проясненной и тем легче воспринимаемой мелодикой. Гимновость названных вещей по-прежнему самого высокого качества. Помимо нарочитой ритмической ровности в ряде песен и внушительной доли мелодизма, «Redeemer» также дал пропуск в творчество Norma Jean атмосферным отступлениям, вероятно, навеянным пост-металом вроде Isis (их влияние группа и не отрицала), зачатки которых, надо сказать, появились еще на «O God, the Aftermath». А вот погружаться в маткоровые бездны на этом альбоме уже сложнее по причине их малочисленности – если говорить о каскаде диссонансов и гипертрофированно ломаных ритмов, то тут все гораздо более прозаично и поверхностно. Хотя отдельные номера все же верны прежнему духу, энергетике хаоса и после них так и чувствуешь себя выжатым, подобно губке. Любителям этапного выяснения правды хаос-кора рекомендуются “The End of All Things Will Be Televised” – в ней музыканты хоть и не развернулись на 10 минут, как в “Disconnecktie: The Faithful Vampire” с предыдущего альбома, но придали остроту всему 5-минутному путешествию и завершили его брутальнейшим брейкдауном с аппетитными диссонансами. Впрочем, приятных песен много, но это уже песни, приятные в новом для Norma Jean смысле. Такова, например, финальная вещь под названием “No Passenger: No Parasite”, обладающая недюжинной очистительной силой. Возвышенные, рискну сказать, песнопения при поддержке монументализованного инструментария – чего еще желать после стены жесточайшего звука в течение последних 35 минут? |
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We're going to town.
You've given us user friendly grenades
So just what are you trying to say?
What Are You Trying To Say?
2. Blueprints For Future Homes
Like miracles like Clockwork and like miracles,
You witnessed halos, but you failed to see its horns.
The illusion of intelligence, a continuous sounding bell.
And can feel the interruption in the air? Can you feel the static?
I've never seen you like this, seen you. Yeah, well that's what I said.
Drive drive your vultures home. You're killing me. Just Bury me.
Yeah, Well that's what I said. And I said exactly what I meant.
You're killing me. Just Bury Me. Holy ghosts and talk show hosts.
How I panic as you fail. Your conscience is a wolf.
Walls are being built, deception wears its veil.
Her charm is fleeting but her love just will not last.
Far from men you hang and sway with no defender.
Pushed around by the noise of this carefree crowd.
Her charm is fleeting but her love just will not last.
I will not sleep while you are throwing anchors to a drowning generation.
Yeah, well that's what I said. Drive drive your vultures home.
You're killing me. Just bury me. Yeah, well that's what I said.
I said exactly what I meant. You're killing me. Just bury me.
Yeah, well that's what I said [x4]
Hell is empty, the devils are here. [x2]
I will never sleep.
3. A Small Spark vs. A Great Forest
What did you say? Don't speak.
You nailed down all your words on me
and it felt like a blind guide.
Leading me into quicksand.
So fight fair, fight fair.
But all you hear is noise.
Fight fair. Fight fair!
I've earthed this seed so many times.
Deeply held in this skin of bark.
Branches made of ash and forests born aflame.
Restless and full of poison, shattered by a sea of dialog.
Rabid speech like dogs with teeth.
Words like a beggar, that don't speak.
Crouched and bent out of shape.
Rip this tongue out by the root.
Shake the walls off this pale grave.
A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills.
An open grave from which a great forest will rise, the fires collapses.
The corpses I've made.
This should not be. Oh, how we curse.
The tongue is a flame.
Let there be grace.
Fight fair!
4. A Temperamental Widower
We're not going backwards, we're just killing onward to die.
Put that knife away.
My first thought, a dragon.
The two contending marches.
Put that knife away.
She'll sting you to death like a swarm of hornets from the hive.
Sign my name to press hard, there are three copies.
You'll put me in the grave.
In the grave.
We're not going backwards, we're just killing onward to die.
Put that knife away.
Making progress...that of a dead man.
Constant last words.
The last word.
5. The End Of All Things Will Be Televised
All we know will be folded. A day of clouds. Creation waits…
Get away blue collar instrument
Get away politicians and priests
Refined to consume
It will be laid down
On the necks of the pure
The proud and the damned
Your day will come
Turn the page, embrace your
Comforting company
The sun beats down on your
Comforting company
Everything is burning because
Tonight the south is on fire!
The south is on fire.
Creation waits in eager expectation. Anxious. Patient.
Heaven will pause.
Get away blue collar instrument
Get away politicians and priests
Refined to consume
It will be laid down
On the necks of the pure
The proud and the…
Comforting company
The sun beats down on your
Comforting company
Everything is burning from your
Comforting company
The sun beats down on your
Comforting company
The seas are boiling
Out comes the light
Awake and rehearse
Out comes the demons
I never saw you
Out comes the mercy
Shutting down hell
Bite down until it bleeds
Out comes the exit
All things complete
O infamous city, full of turmoil, I'm terrified at your collapse
The kings, they shudder with horror, their faces distorted with fear
Endless empires gently brushed away in the blink of an eye
All Creation, wilted.
Captain, the ship is sinking. Have mercy.
6. Songs Sound Much Sadder
We are smashed men, still moving. We've tried everything in the book.
no stranger to failure, death with a steady heartbeat.
Scratching into any surface it wants.
Joy and beauty rejected so many times.
A world of hurt, a heart of false hope.
While we thought we were learning how to live,
We have been learning how to die.
I should of know, we will be legends.
Our homes and dreams and our worst nightmares.
Our worst nightmares have now come true.
Tonight when this detain falls on men.
Driven by a instinct more powerful than life itself.
From horror to hope to devastation.
Overfed and concerned.
It came with taste and claw.
Oh, hated form of emotion.
You have become so obvious.
My friend, the fatal habit of being myself.
Okay, there's hope. Step down with all your friends.
7. The Longest Lasting Statement
Will the body be abandoned? Will it?
Improvement is no redemption.
Unbelief is no diversion.
Drenched in blood, soaked in grace
Take this body.
A sound that has no sight.
2,000 years,
2,000 years until they crash never begging for return.
I was stabbed through the neck.
You will take this body, you will take this there (for the land)
There is not a separation.
You will take this body, you will take this there.
We will... we will... we'll run straight to the murder.
We'll run... we'll run straight to the murder.
8. Amnesty Please
Astounding! Let us consider our current state
A string of events and I tied the first knot
Youґre an anchor and I won't be drug down
Because no matter what
Burn this to ashes
Ashes and framework
A dying man needs to die, as a tired man needs to sleep
And there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist
Burn this to ashes
Ashes and framework
You are forgiven
But this just does not mean that what was done is okay
Trust is destroyed for you and me
What's done is done and this will never be right
The sun has gone dry
So we can sleep forever
You can be free to turn your back
I'm not holding a gun
Burn this to ashes
Ashes and framework
Trust has been destroyed for you and me
What's done is done and this will never be right
The sun has gone dry
So we can sleep forever
And I've been so bitter towards you
And I've been so bitter
I've been so bitter towards you
9. Like Swimming Circles
I don't care what you said
I won't sink in the flood
But I listen to every noise
That you make and make sense of what you say
And I take note to every sound
We're not the same again
Don't you dare insinuate me
You don't care what you create
You can't swim in this flood
And you'll swallow with every wave
That comes by and take take what you need
You'll still swallow with every tide
We're not the same again
Don't you dare insinuate me
To hell with that!
10. Cemetery Like A Stage
There will be no more color
Broken I stand here
A new creation
On the stage of history
Where map and compass
Mean nothing at all
The arrows are in me
My spirit drinks poison
I joined the avalanche
Just to feel alive
I remember sitting in
My mothers room
And I watched them cry
We're not supposed to be here
Tonight I will sleep on the floor
Oh, such weight
All colors rushing back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
We're ruined here
There are strangers
In my house
Tripping over
Themselves to
White wash this
Disaster
I am young but
I'm not blind
All colors rushing back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
We're ruined here
The Voice of Heaven
Speaks with time
A new understanding
Dedication
This will never fade
I guess the body
Means nothing at all
Broken and unbroken
All colors rushing back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
We're ruined here
11. No Passenger: No Parasite
Wake Up.
No Passenger,
No Parasite