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Massacra
« Signs of the Decline »
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1 | Evidence of Abominations 04:00
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| 2 | Defying Man's Creation 03:39
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| 3 | Baptized in Decadence 04:27
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| 4 | Mortify Their Flesh 04:02
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| 5 | Traumatic Paralyzed Mind 03:56
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| 6 | Excruciating Commands 03:48
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| 7 | World Dies Screaming 03:22
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| 8 | Signs of the Decline 04:02
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| 9 | Civilisation in Regression 04:04
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| 10 | Full Frontal Assault 04:27
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| | Total playing time 39:47 |
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Pascal Jorgensen - vocals, bass
Fred "Death" Duval - vocals, guitars
Jean-Marc Tristani - guitars
Matthias Limmer - drums |
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Shark Records / Phonogram
Produced by Tim Buktu for CLM Prod.
Associated producer Axel Thubeauville
Recorded by Tim Buktu at T&T Recording Studio, April 1992, Germany
Additional engineering Wolfgang Stach
Mixed by Colin Richardson, June 1992 at T & T Recording Studio, Germany
All songs composed & arranged by Massacra
Cover by Formosa
Photo by Hucky Heppke
Rereleased in 2005 with bonus tracks from the album "Sick"
11. Madness Remains
12. Ordinary People
13. Close Minded
14. Harmless Numbers
15. Can't Stand
16. My Reality |
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| 1. Evidence Of Abominations
[Lyrics : Greg Conan / Chris Palengat]
Reality is more cruel than fiction
It is beyond all imagination
Hate is a reality
And violence a sin
Don`t run in the face of the enemy
Because it comes from within
Don`t pass over it silence
Cause it`s a matter of c |
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Третий и последний альбом сумасшедших французов в этом экстремальном музыкальном жанре. Группа играет ярко запоминающийся, заводной, драйвовый, технично исполненный, жестокий Thrash/Death Metal, причем не смешивая эти 2 направления, а гармонично чередуя их.
При прослушивании голова как будто сама трясётся. От врезающихся импровизированных соло руки словно ходят ходуном, а ноги не подвластные мозгу и времени набивают ритм африканских племён…
Сравнения можно провести с ранними работами Kreator, Sepultura, Obituary и Morgoth.
Альбом рекомендую для изучения любителям Thrash Metal, чтобы использовать его как ключ от открывающихся врат в более тяжёлое и сложное музыкальное искусство. |
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Я покупал этот диск в надежде, что рецензируемая французская дэт-бригада в дополнение к первым двум классическим альбомам может порадовать еще и столь же великолепным третьим. Вместо этого мне подсунули очень даже неплохой трэш-дэт в духе прежней Massacra. Будь это трэш, его уже назвали бы техничным; но это дэт, и планка техничности тут несколько выше. Все традиционные компоненты жуткого ураганного варева от казавшейся вечно молодой четверки 1990-1991 гг. выдержаны в прежних пропорциях: те же трэшовые запилы, дэтовые ярость и колорит, неплотный, дерганный темп. Разве что та самая техничность у французов заметно подросла; музыканты играют с оглядкой друг на друга, сыгранно и без сбоев, не допуская, чтобы из ровного полотна выбивался хотя бы один лишний гитарный вопль или экспрессивный завиток. Более того, гитарной мощи по сравнению с предыдущими релизами тут видимо прибавилось, а барабанщик наконец принялся за освоение бластбита. Ох, только наполнить прежним задором эту работу забыли... Для Massacra «Signs of the Decline» звучит совсем не злобно, очень даже органично и пристойно. И эта та самая команда, с которой при ее отнюдь не лучших исходных данных по напору и ярости могли конкурировать разве что шведские экстремалы Merciless, ну а элитарные заокеанские гранды и тяжелющие европейские дэт-грайндеры нервно курили в сторонке! Совершенно нерядовая трэшовая изюминка Massacra тут оставляет, в общем-то, заурядное, хотя и дельное впечатление. Все это было бы просто замечательно, если бы не было так грустно отчего-то…
Итак: знакомимся на «Enjoy the Violence» (1991), освежаем впечатление с «Final Holocaust» (1990), и стараемся не заскучать на протяжении «Signs of the Decline». У этой пластинки нюансов больше, а ярких красок меньше, и однозначно негодной ее назвать нельзя. Для эстетов. |
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War is a reality
And torture a friend
Our lyrics are pleasant
Compared to the end
Evidence of abominations
Open your eyes
It`s an actual fact
Existence of abominations
Don`t close your eyes
It`s time to react
Indifference is your excuse
And ignorance your refuge
The face of the evidence
Is as sad as your true
2. Defying Man`S Creation
[Lyrics : Greg Conan / Chris Palengat]
Metabolic degenerations
The consequences of manipulation
Monsters were created in the thousands
Born dead creatures that live again
In order to protect all species
Guarded I labs for if and when
Embryos / degeneration
Signs of life / insemination
Preserved in a sanctuary
Sheltered in incubators
Brandnew biotechnology
This embryonic society
Splitting and changing molecules
When it`s over who will be who
Test tubes / D.N.A.
Last survivors / will have to play
Protected
Geneotypes
Biologic
Memories
The ecological degredations
Are the cause of these genetic mutations
Hybred and deformed species
Are the results of this metamorphosis
Keeping the pure foetuses alive
Is the ultimate solution to survive
Cryogenic
Suspension
Defying
Man`s creation
3. Baptized In Decadence
[Lyrics : Greg Conan]
The meaning of words comes from within
The gift of life is death in the end
Infinite enemies and forgotten friends
Experiences is wisdom
A law you cannot bend
From up and above and down below
Religion is money
Just part of the show
Innocence at birth for all that it`s worth
Baptized in corruption
On the road to humanity
Given to Adam this present from Eve
Eternal damnation is the form of a seed
In order to lie you must believe
To be like the others you have to deceive
To steal from another is a brother in need
To give all you`ve got, just to bleed
Written on paper
Etched in stone, histories of life
And futures unknown
Time is your mother
Innocence at birth for all that it`s worth
Baptized in decadence
For total self destruction
4. Mortify Their Flesh
[Lyrics : Greg Conan / Chris Palengat]
Excorcize them from evil
They`re possessed by the devil
Mortify their flesh, save their souls
They must atone for their faults, what is written must be told
Deliver these hereticts, from a life of sin
Court is in session, shall we begin
Save them from eternal damnation
Purify them for the resurrection
They`ve yielded to the tempation of the snake
These evil doers must be burnt at the stake
They`re under the influence of a fallen angel
Cast him out for god`s sake
Mortify their flesh, save their soul`s
Brand them with an iron, until they beg their pardon
Stigmatize their bodies, until they cry for mercy
Torment them forever, in the name of god
Mortify their flesh, pray for their souls
Crush every bone, until all is told
Mortify their flesh, god rest their soul
Spill their blood to gain control
The flesh is weak, and the spirit too
I reign supreme, over millions like you
In the name, and the glory of god
Your serve unto me, drink from my cup
5. Traumatic Paralyzed Mind
[Lyrics : Chris Palengat]
Gang rape victims your suffer from an emotional trauma
Inwardly possessed with panic
Terrorized now you`re neurotically seized with frigth
On the brink of a coma
Overcome with fear
And dread you withdraw into silence
Blank look, you`re soulness, violated innocence
This mental scar is engraved on your memory
The rest of your life will be an endless agony
Living with your scare, it`s a perpetual nightmare
You withdraw into yourself
Traumatic fear
Deep seated fright
Traumatic fear
Rooted phobia
Haunted by fear it was left you a vegetable
Paralysed, terrified, you`re got a mental block
You`re caught in a viscious circle
Prisoner of this state of shock
Living with scare, it`s a perpetual nightmare
And you sink into madness
Overcome with fear and dread you withdraw
Into silence
Blank look, you`re soulness, violeted innocence
This mental scar is engraved on your memory
The rest of your life will be and endless agony
After effect, you`re a prey to hallucinations
And a look of terror is frozen on your face
Obsessed with macabre visions
You`re in a delirium of fear
Traumatic fear
Deep seated frigth
Traumatic fear
Rooted phobia
6. Excruciating Commands
[Lyrics : Chris Palengat]
Feeling no remorse when bombs land on target
You feel the satisfaction of a job well done
Devoid of feeling
You`re a war machine
Devotion to duty, no sense of regret
It`s the result of treatments you`ve undergone
Drafted to this air armada
Because you`re at their beck and call
Filled full of propaganda
They`ve got your mind under control
Brainwashing program
Fire and forget instruction
Conditioned reflex
No human factor
Blind subordination
Dropping a thousand bombs without hesitation
No consideration for the people you kill devoid of feeling
You`re a war machine
They`ve erased your scruples about slaughtering
You obey orders on your own free will
You`ve followed a special training
Molding your sensibility
They`ve broken you, no thinking for yourself
Changing your personality
Mental enslavement
Fire and forget instruction
Conditioned reflex
No human factor
Blind subordination
Now you live the life of an automation
And they obtain your entire submission
Using this program of indoctrination
They`ve neutralized your conscience
You`re a mere shadow of your former self
Unquestioning obedience
It`s their way of appeasing your conscience
Psychological cleaning
You`ve been brainwashed
7. Worlds Dies Screaming
[Lyrics : Greg Conan]
I want to leave here, before it`s too late
Open my arms and embrace my fate
Rocked in the cradle, and then
Drowned in hell`s lake
When I go the earth will shake
Into the darkness ! I thrust my sword
I curse at you ! Almighty lord
I`m the forgotten one, who has no name
The bastard son, who feels no pain
One of four, one of a kind
One of those, lost in time
I`ve taken too much of this, and drank
Too much of that
I`ll vomit it all up, and we`ll all take a bath
I crap on your systems and your faces
The difference form right and the knowledge of wrong
Are the lessons you know, when you`re dead and gone
Feeling of pleasure and feelings of pain
Are the sensations, just part of the game
Into the darkness ! Thrust my sword
I come to thee ! Almighty lord
Like a switch a blade that knows where to go
I`ll spill your blood, and demand some more
8. Signs Of The Decline
[Lyrics : Pascal Jorgensen / Chris Palengat]
Unceasing deforestation
Atmospheric desintegration
Excessive proliferation
Parastic civilization
Chemical factories, industries of death
Nuclear waste, noxious gas, pesticide
Destruction of the seas, disintegration of the ground
Ecological disaster
Air pollution, slow contamination
And acid rains, corrosive death
The green house effect
And the ozone depletion
Threaten life with extinction
Sign of the times
See the hardbingers of doom
The die is cast
See the digns of the decline
Politicians, governmental assholes
Obsessed by money and by their power
Greediness, reflection of their minds
Stupidity of the human race
Now you see the consequences
Irradiation, malformations, food piosoning
Breathing and skin disease
Multiple cancers, psychological troubles
Day by day
Irreparable for centuries to come
The die is cast
See the signs of the decline
You must pay
Irreversible process
Was it the price of progress
9. Civilization In Regression
[Lyrics : Fred Death]
No love, absolute hatred
Civilization in regression
The human race was born to make war
To hate each other
The nature only made one mistake to
Give intelligence to human being
Mutual assured destruction
Civilization in regression
Devasting reign in the cause of god
Kingdome of corruption, madmen in command
People die by torture and pain
Rotting eyes, scorchung flesh, decapitation
I`m under the impression to live an eternal nightmare
The world seems to be in a hopeless situation
Men like fighting and have no fear
Men feel no shame, they`re hunger for power
Distorting truth, religion of the lie
No one trust no one
Mutual assured destruction
Civilization in regression
Absolute rage, racial extermination
See them cry, watch them die
There`s no heaven but just hell called
Planet earth
I hope the end is near
We have to be exterminated
I wish I could do it and them kill myself
That`s the ultimate solution
I just can`t wait for that day
10. Full Frontal Assault
[Lyrics : Greg Conan / Chris Palengat]
The gathering smell of rotteness
Is cutting through my brain
Slicing up my friends
And then killing the pain
Gathered here together for our final day
Never ending strain
Fighting tooth and nail
Short on munitions
The say "War is hell"
Slaughtered for the objective
In the thick of the battle
Going on an onslaught
In a desperate struggle
Blind suicide, pain and suffering
On the other side
There is no reason why
In this viscious circle
Surely one will die
War cry fix bayonets
In the face of death
No time for regrets
The brunt of the attack
Full frontal assault
Suicidal rampage
Families !
Corpses strewn upon the battle fields
Memories !
An old wound never heals
The gathering smell of rotteness
Is cutting through my brain
Slicing up my friends
And then killing the pain
Gathered here together for our final day
Political corrupts and hypocrites
And fanatical religiousness
Commit us to die for who`s country ?
So who is the real enemy
Puppet`s and leader`s
And pawn`s in the game
Victim`s of the high command
Sacrificed in vain
Full frontal assault
Suicidal rampage
Life is to serious to take seriously
"Greg Conan"