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1 | Distant Early Warning 4:56
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| 2 | Afterimage 5:03
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| 3 | Red Sector A 5:09
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| 4 | The Enemy Within (Part I of Fear) 4:34
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| 5 | The Body Electric 4:59
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| 6 | Kid Gloves 4:17
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| 7 | Red Lenses 4:41
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| 8 | Between the wheels 5:44
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| | Total playing time: 39:23 |
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Geddy Lee - vocals, bass, keyboards
Alex Lifeson - guitars
Neil Peart - drums |
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Produced by Rush and Peter Henderson
Engineered by Peter Henderson |
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| Distant early warning
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
An ill wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain
There's no swimming in the heavy water
No singing in the acid rain
Red alert
Red alert
It's so hard to stay together
Passing through revolving doors
We need someone to talk to
And so |
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Грация под давлением...Весьма неплохое названия для описания того, что происходит внутри десятого опуса канадского трио Rush. Взяв небольшую паузу и сочинив довольно размеренную и спокойную музыку для предыдущего диска группы "Signals", на этом альбоме парни словно сорвались с цепи. Причем все трое сразу. Нил Пирт понаписал множество весьма пугающих и исключительно мрачных текстов о третьей мировой войне с участием (естественно!) Доблестной Красной Армии, ужасах концлагерей и потерях дорогих сердцу людей. Гедди Ли пропел весь материал в каком то новом, и довольно жутковатом тембре своего голоса, и ко всему прочему просто затопил (другого слова просто не подобрать!) различными клавишами все аранжировки. Ну а Алекс Лайфсон, поняв, что его гитару слабо слышно за симфо-пасажами Гедди, просто выкрутил усилок на максимум и начал шпарить убийственно тяжелыми и "грязными" риффами! Ужасающая картина, не правда ли? Но зато как слушается! "Distant Early Warning", "Afterimage", "Red Sector A" - первые три трека проносятся, снося все на своем пути. Единение музыки и слов - просто бесподобное! Атмосфера всеобщей войны и разрухи создается мгновенно. Правда далее все успокаивается, музыка входит в штиль, и мы слышим привычных Rush - настоящий, серьезный и супер качественный прог арт. По курсу впереди нас ждет возвращение к теме мыслящих машин ("The Body Electric"), очередное загаживание родной планеты ("Between The Wheels"), и даже искрометная пародия на самих себя ("Red Lenses"), в которой просто блестяще высмеивается безумный страх американцев перед "красной угрозой". В общем, что обещали то и получили - еще более усложнившийся Rush c долгожданной тонной клавиш. Что интересно - на Genesis совершенно не похоже, хотя у них был примерно такой же прогресс. Отличие в том, что клавиши стали полноправным инструментом в музыкальной палитре, но рок при этом никуда не уходил. Итого - мрачный, местами депрессивный, но при этом чертовски качественный альбом, достойный любой коллекции серьёзного меломана. Rush опять поменялись, но растеряли при этом самый минимум фэнов. И как это у них только получается? |
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Чем же отличается "Раш" от других именитых прогрессивщиков 80-х?
Партии баса никуда не делись. Вокал не такой высокий как ранее, хотя меня это и не напрягало. Лучше или хуже он не стал. Просто цифра октав сменилась с F какой-то на другую.
На альбоме в качестве основного инструмента есть постоянно присутствующие клавиши.
Но благодаря четкому басу и гитаре, можно сказать что это рок-музыка и ничто иное. Бас в установлении ритма играет роль не меньшую, чем барабаны.
Гитарные риффы здесь легкие, почти как клавиши.
Нет крупных форм с разными темами, да и ладно. Наворотов в одной песне, в принципе, как раньше. Да и смены тем никуда не делись, это зависит от песни. Вот первая, "Distant Early Warning" - это букет тем. А иногда основные барабаны бьют в песне один основной ритм, но бодрый и интересный, причем часто в средне-быстром темпе + различная перкуссия.
Кое-где имеется отдаленное сходство с одной из песен группы UK - "In the Dead of Night" (1978). Примером послужит сабжевая "Between the Wheels". Там похожие клавиши и такая же устанавливающая ритм бас-гитара. Правда, у Rush басовые партии иногда сложнее, чем в той песне.
В итоге, хорошо, но до "вселенского единения с музыкой" пока не доходит, по причине того, что хочется чего-либо понавороченнее, либо похитовее. |
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Incomplete
Incomplete
The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what you're going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you
Cruising under your radar
Watching from satellites
Take a page from the red book
Keep them in your sights
Red alert
Red alert
Left and rights of passage
Black and whites of youth
Who can face the knowledge
That the truth is not the truth?
Absolute
Absolute
The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what you're going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you
The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what you're going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you
Absalom, Absalom, Absalom
Afterimage
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
Suddenly you were gone
From all the lives you left your mark upon
I remember
How we talked and drank into the misty dawn
I hear the voices
We ran by the water on the wet summer lawn
I see the footprints
I remember
I feel the way you would
I feel the way you would
I feel, I feel the way you would
I feel the way you would
Tried to believe but you know it's no good
This is something that just can't be understood
I remember
The shouts of joy skiing fast through the woods
I hear the echoes
I learned your love for life, I feel the way that you would
I feel your presence
I remember
I feel the way you would
I feel the way you would
This just can't be understood
I feel the way you would
Tried to believe but you know it's no good
This is something that just can't be understood
I feel the way you would
I feel the way you would
This just can't be understood
I feel the way you would
Red sector A
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive
All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive
Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky ones
I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed
A wound that will not heal, a heart that cannot feel
Hoping that the horror will recede
Hoping that tomorrow we'll all be freed
Sickness to insanity
Prayer to profanity
Days and weeks and months go by
Don't feel the hunger, too weak to cry
I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate
Are the liberators here? Do I hope or do I fear?
For my father and my brother it's too late
But I must help my mother stand up straight
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?
I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate
Are the liberators here? Do I hope or do I fear?
For my father and my brother it's too late
But I must help my mother stand up straight
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?
The enemy within (part I of Fear)
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
Things crawl in the darkness
That imagination spins
Needles at your nerve ends
Crawl like spiders on your skin
Pounding in your temples
And a surge of adrenaline
Every muscle tense
To fence the enemy within
I'm not giving in to security under pressure
I'm not missing out on the promise of adventure
I'm not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes, experience to extremes
Suspicious looking stranger
Flashes you a dangerous grin
Shadows across your window
Was it only trees in the wind?
Every breath a static charge
A tongue that tastes like tin
Steely eyed outside
To hide the enemy within
To you is it movement or is it action?
Is it contact or just reaction?
And you revolution or just resistance?
Is it living or just existence?
Yeah, you! It takes a little more persistence
To get up and go the distance
I'm not giving in to security under pressure
I'm not missing out on the promise of adventure
I'm not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes, experience to extremes
I'm not giving in
I'm not missing out
I'm not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes
I'm not giving in to security under pressure
I'm not missing out on the promise of adventure
I'm not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes, experience to extremes
The body electric
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
One humanoid escapee
One android on the run
Seeking freedom
Beneath a lonely desert sun
Trying to change its program
Trying to change the mode, crack the code
Images conflicting
Into data overload
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
SOS
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
In distress
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
Memory banks unloading
Bytes break into bits
Unit one's in trouble
And it's scared out of its wits
Guidance systems break down
A struggle to exist, to resist
A pulse of dying power
In a clenching plastic fist
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
SOS
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
In distress
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
It replays each of the days
A hundred years of routines
Bows its head and prays
To the mother of all machines
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
SOS
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
In distress
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
It replays each of the days
A hundred years of routines
Bows its head and prays
To the mother of all machines
Kid gloves
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
A world of difference
A world so out of touch
Overwhelmed by everything
But wanting more so much
Call it blind frustration
Call it blind man's bluff
Call each other names
Your voices rude, your voices rough
Then you learn the lesson
That it's cool to be so tough
Handle with kid gloves
Handle with kid gloves
Then you learn the lessons
Taught in school won't be enough
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That it's cool to be so tough
A world of indifference
Heads and hearts too full
Careless of the consequence
Of constant push and pull
Anger got bare knuckles
Anger play the fool
Anger wear a crown of thorns
Reverse the golden rule
Then you learn the lesson
That it's tough to be so cool
Handle with kid gloves
Handle with kid gloves
Then you learn the weapons
And the ways of hard knock school
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That it's tough to be so cool
Anger got bare knuckles
Anger play the fool
Anger wear a crown of thorns
Reverse the golden rule
Then you learn the lesson
That it's tough to be so cool
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That it's tough to be so cool
Red lenses
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
I see red
And it hurts my head
Guess it must be something
That I read
It's the color of your heartbeat
A rising summer sun
The battle lost or won
The flash to fashion and the pulse to passion
Feels red
Inside my head
And truth is often bitter
Left unsaid
Said red, red
Thinking about the overhead
The underfed
Couldn't we talk about something else instead?
"We've got Mars on the horizon"
Says the national midnight star - it's true
What you believe is what you are
A pair of dancing shoes, the soviets are the blues
The reds
Under your bed
Lying in the darkness
Dead ahead
And the Mercury is rising
Barometer starts to fall
You know it gets to us all
The pain that is learning and the rain that is burning
Feel red
Still go ahead
You see black and white
And I see red
Red - not blue
Between the wheels
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
To live between a rock and a hard place
In between time
Cruising in prime time
Soaking up the cathode rays
To live between the wars in our time
Living in real time
Holding the good time
Holding on to yesterdays
You know how that rabbit feels
Going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
Like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb
But the wheels of time just pass you by
Wheels can take you around
Wheels can cut you down
We can go from boom to bust
From dreams to a bowl of dust
We can fall from rockets red glare
Down to "Brother, can you spare?"
Another war, another wasteland
And another lost generation
It slips between your hands like water
This living in real time
A dizzying lifetime
Reeling by on celluloid
Struck between the eyes by the big time world
Walking uneasy streets
Hiding beneath the sheets
Got to try and fill the void
You know how that rabbit feels
Going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
Like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb
But the wheels of time just pass you by
Wheels can take you around
Wheels can cut you down
We can go from boom to bust
From dreams to a bowl of dust
We can fall from rockets red glare
Down to "Brother, can you spare?"
Another war, another wasteland
And another lost generation