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Agathocles
« Theatric Symbolisation of Life »
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1 | Burning Water (intro) / Lack of Personality
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| 2 | Four Walls
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| 3 | Theatric Symbolisation of Life
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| 4 | Like an Ivy (Poem) / Suffocation
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| 5 | Kill Your Idols
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| 6 | The Truth Begins Where Man Stops to Think
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| 7 | Train (Poem) / The Tree
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| 8 | What a Nerve
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| 9 | Alternative: Another Trend
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| 10 | Mutilated Regurgitator
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| 11 | The Accident
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| 12 | Threshold to Senility
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| 13 | Forced Pollutions
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| 14 | Consuming Endoderme Pus
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| 15 | Playing With Lives
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| 16 | Splattered Brains
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| 17 | Well of Happiness
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| 18 | Judged by Appearance
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| 19 | Solitary Minded
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| 20 | Trust? Not Me
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| 21 | Lay Off Me
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| 22 | Threshold to Senility
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| 23 | Mutilated Regurgitator
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| 24 | Gorgonised Dorks
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| 25 | Lay Off Me
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| 26 | Consuming Endoderme Pus
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| 27 | Let It Be for What It Is
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| 28 | Theatric Symbolisation of Life
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| 29 | The Tree
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| | Total playing time: 73:12 |
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Tracks 1-9 were recorded on 2nd, 9th and 23 November 1991 at Nightingale Studios in Antwerp, Belgium.
Tracks 10-16 are taken from the Agathocles/Riek Boois 7" EP, recorded at FNAFF Studios in Dessel, Belgium on 13th August 1988.
Tracks 17-19 are taken from the Agathocles/V.N.A. 7" EP, recorded at Nightingale Studios in Antwerp, Belgium on 10th February 1990.
Tracks 20-21 are taken from the If This Is Cruel 7" EP, recorded at Nightingale Studios in Antwerp, Belgium on 14th August 1989 and 10th February 1990.
Tracks 22-26 are taken from the Fascination Of Mutilation Live 7" EP, recorded live in Aalst, Belgium on 3rd June 1989.
Track 27 is taken from the Agathocles/Smegma 7" EP, recorded live in Aalst, Belgium on 28th October 1990.
Tracks 28-29 are taken from the Agathocles/Blood 7" EP recorded live in Aalst, Belgium on 28th October 1990.
Reissued by Displeased in 2007 with different bonus tracks, recorded live at Netwerk-Club, Belgium on October 28, 1990:
10. The Tree
11. Let Is Be for What It Is
12. Lack of Personality
13. Theatric Symbolisation of Life
14. Consuming Endoderme Pus
15. Suffocation
16. Four Walls
17. What a Nerve
18. Threshold to Senility
19. Pulverised |
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| Burning Water (intro) / Lack of Personality
An image - is what - you try to keep
You follow - the trends - society has breed
You're scared - of showing - the "real" you
Because - inside - you're a fool too
Just jump on the bandwagon
Listen to the stuff that's in
Go and meet your fas |
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Давным-давно некто Ян — главный идеолог банды — собрал в Бельгии эту боевую формацию с такой похвальной целью как разрушение института музыкальных, и в частности, рок-звёзд. Сегодня Ян и Ко, благодаря своей несгибаемой позиции, сами уже считаются в узких кругах ценителей трушного грайнда чем-то вроде идолов и «анти-звёзд» сцены. В общем, однажды банда на некоторое время отвлеклась от производства своих многочисленных демо и сплитов (с участием буквально всего, что движется) и сподобилась на первый официальный полноформатный альбом. Тот грайнд, сильно разбавленный элементами олдового дэт-метала едва походит на те скоростные извержения, которыми Agathocles занимаются в последнее время. Это движущийся между бласт-битами и медленными, вязкими риффами дэт-грайндовый бастард с песнями длиной на 3-4 минуты, утробным рёвом а-ля Глен Бентон и чисто панковской позицией. На «Theatric Symbolisation of Life» банда экзекутирует всяких позеров, лжецов и т. п., массово и индивидуально. Однако философской глубины от альбома, по какой-то неведомой мне причине украшаемого фигурами Платона и Аристотеля, ожидать не стоит, это всё таки не прог-дэт, а безжалостная кампания по уничтожению позеров и прочих, которые не-тру. Но уже если экзекуторы назвались в честь жестокого царя Агафокла, то отчего бы и не украсить фреской Микельанжело с античными философами грайндовый альбом?
Всего-то навсего 9 песен дополнены концертной записью 1990-го года, где совершенно не слышно гитары, что в моих глазах ни плюсом, ни минусом не считается. В целом, добротная и бодрая классическая запись без каких-то особенностей. |
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Then drop dead while you trendy dance
You might possess everything
Nice cut hair means girls to win
But there's one thing you can't see
Your lack of personality
Are you that important?
I guess that is what you want
Living just to show off
But beneath your mask...??
Four Walls
Trapped between
The four walls
Constitutions
Ans Socials laws
Being different
Is not wrong
Be yourself
It'll make you strong
Conformist attack - personality lack
The four walls - reduce us to dolls
Compromise?
With all these lies?
Society?
Still not for me!!
Theatric Symbolisation of Life
Considering life is just a play
Where we all are the actors
Where there's no individual equality
Just the abused and the abusers
A division of these actors
They always seem to win
While the others in this theater
Are doomed to commit sins
Take up the role of your position
Face up to your situation
Is it right or is it wrong?
Or just a result of euphorism?
Wearing a mask - for deception
Mixed Emotions - detrunciation
Is this just a play - or reality?
How can I know - you are reliable?
Two divisions
Like a contradiction
Facing eachother
Leads to confrontation
My inner tention
Your invention?
Enslaved by dischord
And your behaviour
Like an Ivy (Poem) / Suffocation
You're lurking lika an ivy for prey
For victims you want to betray
Eyes like roses to cover the thorns behind
The sweetness of your appearance
To cover the bitterness of your inside
With honey you attrack and trick
It's the paradox between nice and sick
But remember, a little flower can grow too
And can have thorns to show you!!
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Just for you
I opened up
Is this true?
Or just another joke?
Insomnia
Reigns over me
Hart beats fast
Again another show?
Insidious
And fals insights
Again I ask
Was I so blind?
What's the point of being here?
Misery is oh so near
Happiness has fled away
I hope it will return one day
Yeah, that's life
Where I am trapped inside
Why can't I be me?
Why can't I be free?
Suffocated
In my feelings
Suffocated
In hypocrisy
Still I hope
That I can hope
In my hell
Once a happiness-well
Kill Your Idols
Kill your fucking idols
Just smash them to the wall
Don't buy their fucking records
Don't be an EMI toy!!
The Truth Begins Where Man Stops to Think
This philosophical topic - is really difficult to explain
It's about the fucking truth - we are all searching, but in vein
All we feel, all we think - it's all subjective
Why not say it radically - it's all deceptive
The truth begins - where man stops to think
You ain't right - you ain't right at all
The truth itself doesn't belong here
Well materialists - you just be aware
And this philosophical topic - it won't lead to an end
It's so fucking immense - you won't even understand
So why don't you admit - you don't know anything
Despite your theatric - and your rational thinking
Train (Poem) / The Tree
Life seen through the eyes of an agarchrist,
So cold,
So blind,
So naïeve,
The truth beyond, will not be found,
Deceiving masks, that's what's all around,
So cold,
So blind,
Like a train, leading to nowwhere
Reflections on death, but why?
Forced to choose another path
The one which is covered with theatric thoughts
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The tree stands along
Hidden, but strong
Carrying all the leafs
For us to pick, for them to leave
Then, wind comes and blows
The leafs fall and go
But there's one that's gonna stick
That's the one I'm gonna pick
I'm gonna carry this one forever
Loose it? No, never!
But I guess it's just an utop
Based on my insecurity
Still I'll try to pick
The true leaf that won't trick
The one without a mask
But which one, if I may ask?
Then, wind comes and blows
The leafs fall and go
But there's one that's gonna stick
That's the one, I'm gonna pick
What a Nerve
Oh, life is just too short
To worry about the things
You really hate the most
Everything, or maybe almost
Maybe I am too radical
Because I like to criticize all,
I should be more positive
Be happy and more active
But does it really matter
Because no one seems to listen
And shall I feel any better
After you've read this preaching letter?
I know I'm not perfect
In contrary, I might be a jerk
But for all people who care
Love, trust, respect, be fair
What I'm trying to say
Is difficult to explain
Instead of slagging each other off
Help each other, then we're better off
Alternative: Another Trend
Preaching things,
You don't even understand
Being alternative,
Just another trend
Acting depressed
To trick all the rest
You say you are you
But I can see through you
People believe
Your lie-based truth,
Even I must admit
Your talks are really smooth
Alternative - another trend
Alternative - a disguise
Alternative - another trend
Alternative - just theater
By telling your misery
You try to earn pitty
I only can say
Stop your STUPID GAME
But all these lies and these excuses,
Narrow mindness and abuses,
They make me feel sick,
Like everyone is calling me a dick,
You might say "What a nerve"
A bullet is what he deserves,
But at least I try to respect,
All you do is "reject"
Why can't we build bridges
Instead of building walls
Why not being active
Instead of critisizing all
What a nerve
For you and me
What's the truth?
What we can't see
Mutilated Regurgitator
Mutilated Regurgitator
There is an animal
With mutilated guts
Caused by vivisection
But now escaped and MAD
And this animal
It is coming back
To crush all companies
Which support such acts
The Accident
It was August '87
And the butchers were working
In the bloody slaughterhouse
They killed so many animals
To satisfy your lusts
Some vegans want revenge
I think we know so
Well, what do you think of this?
The wife of the butcher
She suddenly pushed out
And this meant her death
Cause she got impaled on a fleshhook
The hook grinded her throat
And then it found its way
Through her mouth, to the brains
Oh god, she bled to death
Well ya vegans
Are you satisfied now?
Not that we are against you
Cause we are vegetarians
But some of you vegans
Think they are more than us
That attitude sucks
Why do you ignore people
Who chose to eat meat
That's their choice
Some of them do care about animals
Doesn't that count anymore?
Threshold to Senility
You are struggling with intense revolt
A thoughtless mind, but not too bold
I wonder where you left yer pride
To play your music fucking loud
YOU WERE JUST A FASHION PIG
ON THRESHOLD TO SENILITY
You turned into a different state
The silly dick you used to hate
You're dressed up nice & cut yer hair
You even have perfumed underwear
YOU WERE JUST A FASHION PIG
ON THRESHOLD TO SENILITY
BUT I'LL RIP OUT YER EYES
SO I CAN SHIT ON YOUR BRAINS
Forced Pollutions
Produced poison
That's in the air
We breathe
So it's in our blood
Maggots I'll bite
Our guts to shreds
We are sure that
Death shall rise
FORCED POLLUTION
PUNISHMENT OF MANKIND
FORCED POLLUTION
UNTIL DEATH DO US PART
One by one
Our bowels burst
And our body
Will be filled with pus
No-one can help
'Cause we are rotting
And that's our fault
So enjoy the decay
Consuming Endoderme Pus
Animal slaughter, it continues all the time
The meat-industry is growing
But I'll tell you, what I'll do you to you
You, ignorant consumers!!
I'll undo you from your skull
Consume yer endoderme pus
I'll eat the maggots meal
By chewing on your corpse
I'll tear open yer thorax
Wind up yer innards
To feed my hungry stomach
And to stop yer filthy greed
Playing With Lives
Playing With Lives
This world's leaders are going to decide
Above peace, war or suicide
And for this decision, we can't hide
'Coz these bastards rule us with fright
USA-USSR PROFIT & POWER
USA-USSR PLAYING WITH LIVES
They'll open Europe's front door wide
The door of war where so many have died
The killing of mankind, day and night
And it's just the beginning of their might
USA-USSR PROFIT & POWER
USA-USSR PLAYING WITH LIVES
They fight their wars out in our space
They play games with the human race
They've just counted our last days
King death has come to rule with hate
Splattered Brains
Splattered Brains
Posers with long hair
Wimps with baseball caps
Only in it for the outfit
New wavers turning into HC
Only to be cool
Just the outfit, not the music
In their heads
Nothing else than
Some splattered brains
I wonder
If they even understand
The meaning of vivisection
Well of Happiness
YEARS AND YEARS I SEARCHED FOR THIS
FOUND THE RIGHT ONE ? NO I DIDN'T
HYPOCRISY IS ALL WHAT REMAINS
SHALL I BE HAPPIER IF I CUT MY VEINS?
ARE YOU MY WELL OF HAPPINESS?
HERE I SIT AGAIN & CRY
WONDERING WHAT'S THE POINT OF MY LIFE
ARE YOU THE ONE I WAS SEARCHING FOR?
OR ANOTHER DECEPTION WHICH I CAN'T TAKE NO MORE
ARE YOU MY WELL OF HAPPINESS OR NOT?
Judged by Appearance
Don't stare at me that way
Or I'm gonna make you pay
Don't treat me like an outcast
Or I'll make you, machos, blast
Is appearance all that counts?
If yes just shut your mouth
And if you think you are so nice
Then you better think twice
Solitary Minded
Solitary Minded
Hypocrite - trick your friends with your lies
But realize - real pals you can not buy
Your bucks - dominating your whole life
Your sick mind - deceiving, cheating, loosing
Trust? Not Me
Grinding & mincing & cutting you legs
Do not think that I'll fall for your regrets
Because of radiation, I can read your thoughts
And now I can see through your hypocrisy
Year after year, you fed me with lies
You were always pretending, pretending to be nice
Your abuse of my trust, has provoked my hate
Now I'll rip you to shreds, and I'll use you as bate
Things I believed as true, have now become lies
The ignorance in me, has flown away like flies
The kindness I used to have, is now replaced by hate
Don't talk shit about regrets,cause now it is too late
Lay Off Me
Pretentious persons
Who are bothering me
And hurting my feelings
FUCK YOU
All those people
Who are using me
And abusing my trust
LAY OFF ME
Threshold to Senility
You are struggling with intense revolt
A thoughtless mind, but not too bold
I wonder where you left yer pride
To play your music fucking loud
YOU WERE JUST A FASHION PIG
ON THRESHOLD TO SENILITY
You turned into a different state
The silly dick you used to hate
You're dressed up nice & cut yer hair
You even have perfumed underwear
YOU WERE JUST A FASHION PIG
ON THRESHOLD TO SENILITY
BUT I'LL RIP OUT YER EYES
SO I CAN SHIT ON YOUR BRAINS
Mutilated Regurgitator
Mutilated Regurgitator
There is an animal
With mutilated guts
Caused by vivisection
But now escaped and MAD
And this animal
It is coming back
To crush all companies
Which support such acts
Gorgonised Dorks
GORGONISED - Don't let people shit on your head
GORGONISED - Don't obey them like they've said
GORGONISED - Don't let them control your life
GORGONISED - Just remember that you're one of a kind
GORGONISED - Majorities always tell you what to do
GORGONISED - But a free opinion is not taboo
GORGONISED - Be yourself, then you are unique
GORGONISED - Or be influenced, and be a fake
Lay Off Me
Pretentious persons
Who are bothering me
And hurting my feelings
FUCK YOU
All those people
Who are using me
And abusing my trust
LAY OFF ME
Consuming Endoderme Pus
Animal slaughter, it continues all the time
The meat industry is growing
But I'll tell you, what I'll do to you
You, ignorant consumers!!
I'll undo you from your skull
Consume your endoderme pus
I'll eat the maggots meal
By chewing on your corpse
I'll tear open your thorax
Wind up your innards
To feed my hungry stomach
And to stop your filthy greed
Let It Be for What It Is
Truth - based on lies
Covered - in disguise
Don't wanna be a toy
Nor consumption for human joy
Majority pounds on me
But I only wanna be me
I've told other about this
But now I'd rather take a piss
Few people understand
What this is all about
Human equality
Both physically and mentally
But why even bother
And are there any others
Who try to understand
And that I can call 'a friend'
Theatric Symbolisation of Life
Considering life is just a play
Where we all are the actors
Where there's no individual equality
Just the abused and the abusers
A division of these actors
They always seem to win
While the others in this theater
Are doomed to commit sins
Take up the role of your position
Face up to your situation
Is it right or is it wrong?
Or just a result of euphorism?
Wearing a mask - for deception
Mixed Emotions - detrunciation
Is this just a play - or reality?
How can I know - you are reliable?
Two divisions
Like a contradiction
Facing eachother
Leads to confrontation
My inner tention
Your invention?
Enslaved by dischord
And your behaviour
The Tree
The tree stands along
Hidden, but strong
Carrying all the leafs
For us to pick, for them to leave
Then, wind comes and blows
The leafs fall and go
But there's one that's gonna stick
That's the one I'm gonna pick
I'm gonna carry this one forever
Loose it? No, never!
But I guess it's just an utop
Based on my insecurity
Still I'll try to pick
The true leaf that won't trick
The one without a mask
But which one, if I may ask?
Then, wind comes and blows
The leafs fall and go
But there's one that's gonna stick
That's the one, I'm gonna pick