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Solefald
« Neonism »
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1 | Fluorescent (The Total Orchestra)
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| 2 | Speed Increased To Scaffold
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| 3 | CK II Chanel No.6
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| 4 | Proprietors Of Red
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| 5 | A Motion Picture
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| 6 | Omnipolis
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| 7 | Backpacka Baba
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| 8 | Third Person Plural
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| 9 | 04:34 PM
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| 10 | The New Timelessness |
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Cornelius - rhythmic rhetoric, oxneck and dandyhand strings
Lazare - fiery voices, red keys, acoustic and artificial beats |
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All music composed and executed by Lazare and Cornelius
All lyrics written by Cornelius except:
"Flourescent" and "04:34 PM" by Lazare
and the poem "The Total Orchestra":
Written by Torild Wardenжr,
tanslated into English by Cornelius.
Published with kind consent from the author and Aschehoug Forlag A/S
Produced by Jocke Petterson, Thomas Skogsberg and Solefald
Recorded in Sunlight Studio, Stockholm, late Autumn '98 |
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| 1. Fluorescent (The Total Orchestra)
["Flourescent" half]
(Gaia sips the drink of artificial red
carefully served by a flourescent sky
She swallows the light
only to throw up shadows minutes later
on a broken public toilet
Inside her
the neonism is fed until it burst with colour
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К черту потребительство современной, исключительно материальной культуры! Зачем и почему – об этом нам расскажут наши знакомцы из высших слоев блэк-культуры, сами ее и разлагающие. Прогнило все в норвежском королевстве: формы симфонического блэка загрязнены ("тру"-то оно и так никогда не было, честно сказать), леса навсегда покинуты или уже превратились в урбанизированные территории – в такой ситуации возможно все, что угодно, и нет границ также и музыкальному произволу. Поп, рэп – новый синоним блэка, рок, метал, техно, обычная для группы классика, другие экзотические вливания в негустую и ненасыщенную гемоглобином экстремальности кровь мертвеющего на глазах чернометала. Это все мы услышали собственными ушами и потом еще перепроверили чужими. Сыграно все хорошо, все-таки с тру-акцентом неотчетливости. Эксцентричных находок полно, в полной мере красивых не так уж и много, чем, например, на «The Linear Scaffold». Поэтическая основа безукоризненна, несмотря на то, что поэзии здесь осталось как раз непростительно мало, зато вечный спутник Solefald – отменный вкус – и здесь проявляется во всей красе. Яркая образность (“Inside her/the neonism is fed until it burst with colour/unleashing the brightest shadow of all times”), связывающая в едином повествовании и философские, созидательные мотивы и недалекие проявления масс-культуры (самые нелепые аллюзии, но ничего случайного, и “broken public toilet” тоже) обещает норвежцам отдельную страницу в семантической летописи авангардного метала. Итак, про аллюзии пишут (не буду повторяться), а разнообразие исканий команды на этом альбоме сложно передать в нескольких словах. Блэк-метал ортодоксы тогда рычали и выли от неизбывной злости к блэкопродавцам; я, хоть таковым и не являюсь, но признаю: действительно, подчас революционность этого релиза режет глаза оксюморонными сочетаниями: рэп-читка а-ля какой-нибудь MC Solaar (вспомнился почему-то он, хоть и не знаток) – блэк, симфо-блэк… Этот альбом хвалим за высокое разнообразие вокалов, и действительно – Лазарь и Корнелиус перевоплощаются, примеряют лица-штампы, в общем развлекаются вовсю, но каждую секунду помнят, под каким заглавием творят. Кстати, лучше ложащиеся на слух песни (помимо новоявленных хохм вроде "CK II Chanel No. 6" и "Proprietors of Red"), старо-Solefald-овски одушевленные композиции зачем-то сосредоточены ближе к концу диска: визитка группы как сарафанного радио прог-блэка “Backpacka Baba” (а-ля экзотический космос делится впечатлениями), прямое ее продолжение "Third Person Plural" и романтизированная баллада “04.34 PM”. План эпатажа раскрыт!
Итак, «Neonism» – без сомнения, выдающийся памятник постмодернизма, но… Но! После «The Linear Scaffold» при всем сознании необходимости эво/рево-люции хотелось чего-то более гармоничного, а если это было принципиально невозможно, так уж более душевного точно – от Solefald, а не от кого-нибудь! Однако бытие вновь определило сознание, и мы имеем то, что имеем – «Neonism». Теперь это называется «Radical Designer Rock 'n' Roll». Брэнды, брэнды, брэнды… |
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Группа, которой, видимо, не дают покоя лавры Arcturus и Waltari, но которой одновременно не хочется быть на них похожей. Совершенно безумное смешение стилей, языков и вокалов, вылившееся в форму некоей психоделической металлической оперы абсурда. Тексты - те, которые я сумел ухватить на слух - идиотские до гениальности. Музыканты создали настолько совершенную атмосферу полного бреда, что, несмотря на всю несерьезность этого опуса, пожалуй, заслуживают высокой оценки. :) |
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Замечательно! В какие-же уродливые формы тру вырождается!! Эти фрики-мутанты с чистой совестью продолжают забивать гвозди в блэк. Это действительно полный идиотизм и паранойя, в которой фигурируют Кельвин Кляйн и общественные туалеты (из того, что точно всуе произносится). Блэковые стереотипы неожиданно метаморфозируются в торчковые проигрыши и психоделличные выигрыши. Всё это последнее творение группы Solefald. |
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In the street
metallic streams wash the concrete shores
Gaia is wet and sick
but she doesn't care anymore
Hair sticks to her face as she screams
being absorbed by colours
Now she's the brightest one of all
but no one's there to see)
["The Total Orchestra" half]
a noise is released; high-pitched
voices, the rumbling of tin and
machines, devilish decibels
open my eyes, see what I expected; red
melted plastic, yellow neon, pompous sunset over Lucky Beach
when everything abates at last
the universal glue cements wrong
to true, keeps
the tongues in place
the weightlessness from life
the total orchestra concluded
2. Speed Increased To Scaffold
A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer
Whose tyrannical arais won't cease to linger
Bob's out there none of us play cool
Classmates in a haunted school
Agent Dale Cooper won't take you any higher
C'mon li'l boy 'n play with the fire
Surrounded by the presence of the absent teacher
Both knowing silence as the music of the future
Surrendered at the sepent's burning gates of fear
If you think that this is hell the truth's in there
The world situation calls for evacuation
We wait in the dark for the next ejaculation
Your black fingernails clasp the candelabra
Turn the light on I see the abracadabra
Naomi does the catwalk even when it snows
Male photographers so envious it shows
The stage their temple their trampoline to trance
Trampled and turned by the transvestite's dance
It isn't Naomi it's the Marlboro Man
If you want to run I understand
The night dies on a daily basis
The solar orbit doesn't disturb my ekstasis
Searching for knowledge in the spirit of Tintin
Alone on a plain with Plato and Plotin
My forehead bronzed by the Lamborghini moon
I'm out of my night tomorrow at noon
Lead the suntan astray kick the cancer away
I'll kill my ego on a hidden highway
Invoke the big silence on this small disc
Trespasser listener on your own risk
Outside of our chords and choirs of the sublime
Reality is nothing but a heartbeat in time
Outside of the bass and the blitzing blastbeat
A massive vacuum whose ambition's complete
All-sound without sound booming all around
All-sound without sound booming all around
Enjoy the years of work in these minutes of movement
You evolve in our improvement
With a linear scaffold still to fulfill
I exercise a style of radical will
Accelerate the ratioplane past the sound barrier
To accomplish the bang the whole of my career
Masculine motorcar technowork sublime
Be beaten or compete this is the last heat
The Tiger Sky's jaws break the neck of time
Speed increased to scaffold
Silence be complete
3. CK II Chanel No.6
Come to me through the channels of the soul
Pantheon of designer rock 'n' roll
The war broke out in the back of my head
No victims but several dead
Clear the lounge furnished with skulls
Put out my heart and replace it with pulse
Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature
Highly compatible with winner culture
Marx in the red corner, Machiavelli in the blue
Equality asked for knock-out and got it too
The police shield and the ares-licking swan
System run by N. Selection & Son
Charles Darwin I don't want to be rude
But the panic-stricken herd trade their necks for food
Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps
Predators chase prey from mobile death traps
Coco Chanel - welcome to hell
Let me out of my prison cell
I bring you hot towels and flamboyant oils
I'm a cat stuck between transparent doors
Prometheus chained I wait for the eagle
To peck out my liver through the bullet-proof glass
Survival of the fittest suits me fine
The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein
4. Proprietors Of Red
The world is my will and I will a cigar
A coronas corona creation of sound
Cedar matchsticks light the best Cuban brand
Hiroshima hides in this fat Havana
A motion picture to rewind and master
The director died in a Nietzschean crash
Franco-American power premiиre
CK II Chanel no. 6
Compact disc cinema constructed for passion propaganda
Across the wide screen
Proprietors of Red prepare the cigar
The black car slid through the dust on its aluminum belly
The snake granted them the power from an unexpected eagle
C&K clad the continents in haute culture
The clothes are worn out it's time to undress
A scene in fast motion The New Timelessness
Some Tom Cruise crosses the landing ground
His last cigarette before changing history
The pilot climbs into the Priapus cockpit
Uncle Unkind's got something to deliver
A ready-made rainfall of still going drops
Compact disk cinema constructed for passion propaganda
Across the wide screen
Propietors of Red prepare the Big Boy
Let's inhale the Big Bang
Some billion years in one single breath
If you want to be to Omniopolis
what God was to Sodoma
Open this
5. A Motion Picture
[Instrumental]
6. Omnipolis
Ils se sont rencontrйs dans un cabaret dans l'air
Situй central dans la technosphere
55AH a cherchй de l'amour artificiel
le bordel cosmique lui a donnй une demoiselle
Libertй Egalitй Fraternitй
Le sexe n'existe plus, la peur l'a remplacй
Libertй Egalitй
Dans le nouvel йtat d'Omnipolis
Une mйmoire d'un bateau a voile
Illumine les amants aprиs l'accident gйnйral
Je t'ai vu dans une autre vie
M'appelle 55AH tu t'appelles Ma Fille
Pour elle il n'йtait qu'une affaire artificielle
Au prochain mon amour intemporel!
Nй dans une famille zйroparentale
Enfant d'une sexualitй monomentale
Se souvenir de l'йtat national
Peine capitale зa faisait mal
Jadis on subissait l'Europolice
Dans le nouvel йtat d'Omnipolis
Le terme pйjoratif d'europйenne
Remplacera celui de lesbienne
Je t'ai vu dans une autre vie
M'appelle 55AH tu t'appelles Ma Fille
Pour elle il n'йtait qu'une affaire artificielle
Au prochain mon amour intemporel!
7. Backpaka Baba
Crime's the other side of what's right
Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth
On a plain flat planet he would've been white
Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth
Selling shades on the beach by daily routine
Matches the irony of your Western magazine
Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!
Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news
While man came across the sea
To change my under-developed diaper
White man came across the sea
To wipe my ass with tabloid paper
I'm a passionate man help me first
Ease my hunger quench my thirst
Can you see yourself devoured
I'll do anything to stay empowered
Part of him feels like some new kind of Noah
But all he can carry is some hectograms of Goa
Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo down
He travelled to listen not to see
On Arambol Beach his guitar will soon sound
When the last black man's crossed the sea
His earth turned flat his passport photo black
Backpacker Baba's never coming back
8. Third Person Plural
Ambassador on earth Mr. Stardust
Frrls somewhat lost on his quest for the lust
Debonair diplomat seeks uninhibited space
Out of the million city a peaceful face
It's a man's garage the parts lie on the floor
The mystic rebuilt the car the mechanic hit the door
Humiliated father lover friend
So many names for the Children of the End
Where have all the women gone
Through time through space humanity be one
The on-going fight between mine and yours
Transhistorial cause of all wars
The Golden Gun judges Bond judges Mr. M
I judge you s/he judges them
Where you can't find humility you won't find me
From the room of reflection staring at the sea
Show the sole of your shoe to a Muhammadan
He'll wish you off to Satanistan
Thus as a good Christian Catholic or Jew
Say thankyah very much I've got something for you
Your mother's a goal she cries for every ball
Ramming past the poles her cunt the local mall
Everybody's welcome to her Disneyland of vice
Twice as many visitors and half the price
At the age of twelve she got addicted to cock
The advanced to a musem digging dinosaur rock
Turned to audition for Jurassic Park
Kidnapped Mr. Rex and disappeared in the dark
Governed by a nation whose language I don't know
Where have all the women gone?
Through time through space humanity be one
Break the row fly above then chech below
9. 04.34 PM
Metallic bugs crawl violently through life
as grey noise rapes the red air
an artificial pulse
One gaping breath's a metallic dream
The city's kiss is a feverish scream
Just close your eyelids
- it will strengthen the explosion in your mind
10. The New Timelessness
Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozac
Propose one hour of messainic mozart
Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak
Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart
The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team
Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream
Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando's finite
Headphones on tight more beats per minute
Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia
Fucking the hostility inherent in the media
From chronological to kairological
Measure of the linear time unjustly installed
as the distinguo between work and pleasure
Serial time personal sublime
Immortalizing the point on the time
That's meandered in a circle
The revolution of all the small parts that constitute the cosmos
in which you speed for a paradise
moving just ahead but slightly faster
Middle-aged monster get out of here!
Cyclical patterns don't fit your square ear
Sensing so slowly you mistake the Sunset of Sole
For the longed-for legendary sunrise of old
Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts
Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts
Decay's seized your sensorial protection
The only thing evil's your own perception
We rest on day seven
On day eight we blast heaven
11. Cosmophony
[album's 2007 re-issue track]
The kiss disappeared and came back as a split
Phantom that inhabits my stomach
Dance as my limbs are playing
Your first imitation is born
An echo without source
Longing for McDonald’s compassion
Ducklings follow their mother
Fried or alive
The sexual law
The chopped snake
Sensuality is Sanskrit for the few
The colour we fear
Bitten by the colour we believe
Biting back
The big rhythm appears
Grooving further into the eternal grey
Open the knowledge
Falls to the ground like a mirror
What we gather
What we save
Lose stretch strive
Searching for will in a part of the Will
The cosmophony continues in these
The brain remains behind virgin walls
Come
My hooks are hereby thrown
Skin burst flesh torn
Faith of my fathers
Your son bleeds
Bashed in the propellers’ protected room
Where dreams are drowned in woollen empathy
And unfathomable fingers interpret the sea
Dream my world with open eyes
My doubt blinded by a radiant throne
Abnormal Living
Take your seat
I’m not small
I don’t feel ashamed
I believe my essence is pure
In the name of the Will
In the name of the Power
The split has disappeared and come back as a kiss