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The Fall of Troy
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| 1 | Cut Down All the Trees and Name the Streets After Them 2:37
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| | 2 | The Dark Trail 4:30
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| | 3 | Quarter Past 4:51
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| | 4 | Problem!? 1:56
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| | 5 | Semi-Fiction 4:26
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| | 6 | Oh! The Casino!? 2:17
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| | 7 | Sledgehammer 6:01
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| | 8 | Seattlantis 4:01
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| | 9 | Ex-Creations 3:09
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| | 10 | Shhh!!! If You're Quiet, I'll Show You a Dinosaur 2:44
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| | 11 | Caught Up 2:30
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| | 12 | A Man. A Plan. A Canal. Panama. 8:20
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| | Bonus disc: Live at The Boardwalk (Orangevale, CA)
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| | 1 | I Just Got This Symphony Goin' 5:32
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| | 2 | Ex-Creations 3:22
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| | 3 | Cut Down All the Trees and Name the Streets After Them 2:56
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| | 4 | Shhh!!! If You're Quiet, I'll Show You a Dinosaur 3:00 |
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Thomas Erak - vocals, guitars
Tim Ward - bass, vocals
Andrew Forsman - drums
Additional musicians:
Nouela Johnston - keyboards, backing vocals |
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Released on May 1, 2007
Recorded on December 2006 – January 2007 at Robert Lang Studios, Red Room Studio and Avast Classic in Seattle, Washington
Produced by Matt Bayles |
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| 1. Cut Down All The Trees And Name The Streets After Them
Break yourself, not coming out of this foolish game.
What could I have said?
If you're uncomfortable, baby please tell me.
Point me to the right place.
Run there, if you're going, then I'm taking you away with me...
(Just because)
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 The Fall Of Troy – поистине самая невероятная группа, работающая в жанре пост-хардкор, из всех, с которыми мне довелось познакомиться. Еще бы, быть столь молодыми и уже заключать в своих головах столько идей и знать столько практических путей их воплощения! Смешать все пестрые поджанры корового направления с самым настоящим арт-роком – это вам не шутки! Участники группы начитаны, смелы, ловки и уверены в себе. Их игра со стилистическими средствами былого и сегодняшнего проходит в такой непринужденной манере, что просто сердце радуется: молодое поколение умеет все же осознавать связь времен и осуществлять их органический синтез. Очередная порция музыкальных махинаций группы представлена на альбоме с говорящим названием «Manipulator». Здесь вы в каждой песне подивитесь способности этих ребят, казалось бы, сваливать все в кучу и получать в конце все равно здравомысленный (не заячий) результат. Повсеместно можно наблюдать жизнь «самоценного, самовитого» гитарного слова, совершенно фантастические изощренные гаммы, посредством которых Том Эрак утверждает свою необычайную талантливость и которые естественным образом работают на стиль команды, будучи не автономными, а тесно спаянными с музыкой группы вообще (“Ex-Creations”, например). Остальные музыканты в кол-ве двух не обладают столь внушительными преимуществами, однако тоже парни не промах. Покинувший к настоящему моменту группу Тим Уорд, хоть и не солирует на басу, но питает музыку внятными и отчетливыми басовыми линиями, а Эндрю Форсмэн балансирует на грани хардкорового хаотического и традиционного умеренного стиля игры. Техничный пост-хардкор является материалом, а многочисленные ритмические завихрения и маткоровые брейкдауны его отделкой. Кроме того, многие композиции имеют отчетливый (именно) прог-роковый привкус. Кажется, The Fall Of Troy – одна из групп, лучше других владеющая искусством этой самой постмодернистской игры со слушателем… Или вам не знаком этот хард-роковый мотивчик с размеренным вокалом (“Oh, The Casino!”) или такой же эпатажный привет из прошлого в “Problem!?” или даже каноническая гитарная баллада “Caught up” ничего вам не напоминает? А если все же вам в жизни не хватает соли, перца и экспериментов, тогда просим откушать “Sledgehammer” или экспериментально-роковую “A Man. A Plan. A Canal. Panama.”, в названии которой заложен палиндром.
Выводом из всего вышесказанного может служить то, что не одним трендовым имиджем жив пост-хардкор, но и экспериментами на своей базе. Групп, что-то химичащих в рамках этого направления, немало, но далеко не все они могут похвастаться съедобностью своей музыки. The Fall Of Troy могут, и их третий альбом пример тому. Конечно, музыка не для всех и иногда непросто определить, на какой возраст она ориентирована: на впавших в младенчество любителей арт-рока или на малолеток-акселератов... Как бы то ни было, советую и вам попытать счастья с ней. |
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Команда играет прогрессив-металл по определению. Дело в том, что их музыка очень самобытна и сильно отличается от музыки представителей других команд. Правда есть и влияние различных жанров музыки, не только металлической, но это только делает релиз интересней. Корни-то у команды свои. Из-за частой смены играемых мотивов, ритмических сбивок их можно причислить к так называемому подвиду прогрессивного метала – Math-Metal. Представители: Spiral Architect. Только рецензируемая команда менее “математична”. Но ее плюсы, как и было упомянуто - самобытность и непохожесть ни на кого, также нет никакой “надуманности”. Вокалист манерой напоминает иногда Планта, поющего или визжащего или “хардкорно” орущего. Основной чертой, отличающей группу, является уникальная гитарная работа с использованием всяких примочек и эффектов. Звучание ритм-секции не надуманно, а душевно. Настроение альбома, как бы ни была безобразна моя фраза – “маниакальное-светлое-пофигистическое”, но оно не превалирует, а встречается довольно часто. В музыке нет оттенков депрессии и прочих слабостей, а только энергия, бьющая через край. Употребление слова “FUCK” усиливает это. Моя любимая композиция – «Semi Fiction”, особенно соло с момента 1:43 до 2:27. Еще “Seaatlantis” и соло с 1:38, затем с 2:12, переходящее в другое с 2:37. Песня “Problem!?” – пример лаконичности, того, как можно в небольшом отрезке времени уместить полноценную песню с разными мотивами, а не тупое задалбывающее пиликанье на гитаре по 4 минуты. Да и вообще, мне нравятся они все, кроме “Cut Down All The Trees And Name The Streets After Them”. Альбом года (2007) - один из лучших. |
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(Just because)
If I had my way, I'd lie to you and tell the truth, I'm joking.
Get away from me.
(Just because)
(Just because)
Did his helpless hands, take you away from this.
Did it feel so good? Oh no... Yeah!?
I didn't get the feeling you had an answer.
Explain yourself!!
God it feels surreal.
Run there, if you're going, then I'm taking you away with me...
(Just because)
If I had my way, I'd lie to you and tell the truth, I'm joking.
Get away from me.
(Just because)
(Just because)
Break yourself, without a moment to,
Embellish truth... Signed by you.
Hear the roar, and in a second more,
You'll be overboard...
Goodbye...
This is where we stand!
This is where we stand!
This is where we stand!
This is where we stand!
This is where we stand!
This is where we stand!
FORNICATE!!!
2. Dark Trail
Light up the moon,
Scratching and burning,
Pieces of you.
Something is bigger and brighter
(On the other side!)
Put down your books,
Pick up your lighters!
Scare me if you can,
Nothing can happen.
You stay heavy on my mind,
Can't escape you if i try,
Cause i know you can't escape the night.
I don't have anything better to do than you.
Higher, higher than i could ever get again in my life.
Cause i don't desire anything but you.
I can pick you up and undress you.
Take your blue dress off and mess me up tonight.
Expensive crescent impress me with yor presence,
now digest your tentions.
Officially licensed, to wreck you excitment.
You stay heavy on my mind can't refuse you if i try, make me not afraid to lie.
Now im on a fucking head-trip!
Regurgitate all your ambitions
Caught up in this so bad, im losing my head
IS THIS A SUBLIMINAL HIT!? Sure i say im alright but it's not all fine
3. Quarter Past
Quarter past midnight sitting here in the moonlight
No offense my dear I hope you know
Tonight I write to you...
And that is a question
A conversation
Did I mention
A foul intention?
Let me demonstrare, elaborate, your likelyhood
Honey how you taunt me
Question after question
Story after story
Tensions move way too fast and Im afraid to say
what would you think of me anyway?
Heres a few things that I might say
If you really wanna know
Ive got nothing in my way
1, 2, 3 on the roll!
You made me feel like I can fly
Keep me up all damn night
Incredible I know your skeptical
Believe me Im not wasting any time
I found what I had to find
Its whats on my mind
Sitting here in the sunshine
Trying to put you outta my mind
But I know my dear no way no how
So much to learn so much to find out
In any way in any case
Maybe tomorrow baby but not today!
4. Problem?
Lost my sight,
making light of you makes no sense!
Rub it in while you're picking off your skin...
Cumshot queen
build me up,
break me off.
As long as we stay uninvolved.
Lost my sight,
making light of you makes no sense!
Rub it in while you're picking off your skin...
5. Semi-Fiction
Waiting on my confidence
To feel the knife run through
Tear you down and leave you here
Cast your fears aside
She was nothing more than a game to me anyway
Call out!!
With the little bit of confidence she left here
Shot down!!
Isn't it a shame you have nothing left
Tear you down and leave you here
Cast your fears aside
She was nothing more than a game to me anyway
Last call!!
You don't have to go home but you cant stay here
Back down!!
Everyone you brought down with you I just cant ever forgive you
Tear you down and leave you here
Cast your fears aside
She was nothing more than a game to me anyway
Pencil you out, just to erase you
I've got a bad taste in my mouth thanks to you!!!
Pencil you out, just to erase you
I've got a bad taste in my mouth thanks to you!!!
You fetish hoe, aw fuck!
I don't see any reason that could possibly be!
Are you alarmed?! please stay calm.
I'm walking away. I don't think you should go!
6. Oh, The Casino!
One more time, just enough to ease my mind.
Everything's fine, when it's only you and I...
And I cry because loss like this just don't make sense.
I try, but I just can't grasp why...
Waste the whole night away
I don't know what to say.
Disregard everything.
Just can't feel anything.
Now it's you, I still can't believe it's true.
Down here it's cold, when I let myself go.
It's contrived, and inside I think I've died, but I'll go on...
You're always on my side.
Just to hear your voice speak one more word.
Just so see you smile.
Waste the whole night away
I don't know what to say.
Disregard everything.
Just can't feel anything
7. Sledgehammer
Without a constant you lost all my words,
You never heard, the engine turn.
Now you're worthless tied to this.
Comin' down on me like a sledgehammer.
Could it be much worse? (It gets much worse!)
Nothing will compensate, accept the pain.
Thread the needle sew your fucking mouth shut! TALK NOW!..
Manipulator, we jammed your radar!
Introduction to perversion, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!!
What could be greater? We'll see you later!
Distorting depth with all your jealousy,
Another fucking sob story, another way to bleed.
Calling someone to make you feel right within your mess
Oh honey, you can't catch me, that's why you never have!
Without a constant you lost all my words,
You never heard, the engine turn.
Now you're worthless tied to this.
Comin' down on me like a sledgehammer.
Could it be much worse? (It gets much worse!)
Nothing will compensate, accept the pain.
Thread the needle sew your fucking mouth shut! TALK NOW!..
Manipulator, we jammed your radar!
Introduction to perversion, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!!
What could be greater? We'll see you later!
Drifting and floating out of time,
So sick and tired of the fights.
Cauterized your constant lies.
Picture perfect portrait of a boyfriend,
Best friends, copyright
8. Seattlantis
Oh dear I've been a bad bad boy...
BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BOY!!!!!
(Shut the door, you're letting in the wolves!!
I want some answers, and I want them now!!)
Tangible, the way that I want you to feel... To me!!
(This city we occupy is sinking into the sea!!!)
Color ourselves, and shade you in lies,
Talk you to sleep, on the other end of the line,
You beg for... your life!!!
Sleep by day.
Sleep the day by...
(Knives for teeth sing lullabies when underneath the sheets)
Arson's just a felony,
and trusting you is burning me... alive!
Color ourselves, and shade you in lies,
Talk you to sleep, on the other end of the line,
You beg for... your life!!!
She's tying up herself!!!
Let's map apart her cells...
Smell the endorphines.
She's tying up herself!!!
Who's she gonna tell!?!?
NOT HIM!!!!
9. Ex-Creations
You're gonna forget your mind.
Lock down. Stay undefined!
Take your time!
Swallow the gun, take a shot, let it rot in your stomach.
Constantly stumbling, when you think that i speak hypothetically.
Wheather or not you remember it... Shut down!
They'll be another one to fuck without a thought!
You've made a big mistake!!!
10. Shhh!!! If You're Quiet I'll Show You A Dinosaur
Back and forwards, you think I'll stand beside you?
Misproportioned, unattended, we hide them.
Don't try to say anything baby,
Stitched your lips, to constrict languages, that bite at your tongue.
Get up and kick up a storm,
Sit up and pin up the whore!!!
Exhale the pressure, provide a source...
Get up and kick up a storm,
Sit up and pin up the whore!!!
Straight to the bloodstream, blistered and sore...
I'll stay silent as my mind grows violent.
How will you sleep sound when you have no air in your lungs?!
Wide eyes, tearing up...
Well I've been thinking all night,
and I think it's time to see...
YOU'RE MINE!!!
STICK 'EM UP!!!
Such a pretty face, such a shame that it's not gonna smile today!!!!!
Get up and kick up a storm,
Sit up and pin up the whore!!!
Exhale the pressure, provide a source...
Get up and kick up a storm,
Sit up and pin up the whore!!!
Straight to the bloodstream, blistered and sore...
11. Caught Up
Do da da, I've said to much.
It always seems like I do.
All because, people don't learn.
They'd much rather teach the truth.
A better kept secret.
Waiting on a better day.
When everything is self destructive, I, can't explain myself anyway.
So I'll make my apologies, just as soon as you turn away.
It's as bad as bad can get...
...is any one listening?
A better kept secret.
Waiting on a better day.
When everything is self destructive, I, can't explain myself anyway.
If I could, you know I would.
Hypocrisy that's understood.
It's meaningless at best, nothings making sense.
Here right now, I put this down.
To pull you in, and hear the sound.
A living silhouette, with nothing to give back.
Caught up.
I'm caught up.
Caught up
12. A Man. A Plan. A Canal. Panama.
The turn of the century, that's turning out wrong.
No matter what words they say, you can rest assured.
The stinging wind, surrounding is.
Pulling strings, and clipping wings, I knew there was no time.
We can dream, and speak through sleep, and in our minds, pick out the signs.
I ruined all the lines.
The turn of the century, that's turning out wrong.
No matter what words they say, you can rest assured.
She comes over to me, and takes a seat right across from the sea.
She answers questions and pulls from the deep.
Calling out to the sun, to the sun.
Freeze frames were intended, but lacking funds.
If you knew you'd suffer. I'm making it up.
Eyes that speak when feeling, nothing's solved.
Lost my sense of direction, de-railed, eject, off the starboard side.
Who am I to demand their lives? Their fate is mine.
Will I survive?
So sweet you called, but I won't answer...
So sweet you called, but I won't answer...
Force-feed your ego compactor...
And let go! And let go!
If my reputation precedes me,
then I'm staying here comatose.
You get your way, I'll get on mine!
Shutter at the sight of the front door, my heart might stop.
As thin as innuendo I stare through her windows.
Play the night away, I play the night away for fear of nothing to win.
You asked for my opinion? I'm keeping my hands to myself!