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Дебютный полноформатник германцев Spawn "Systems Full of Victims", признаться, меня несколько разочаровал. После самого первого знакомства с командой на их демо 1999-ого года " Headhunter", я приобретал этот альбомчик в надежде услышать, как минимум, бескомпромиссный и плотный по саунду death metal. В части бескомпромиссности на "Systems...", как оказалось, полный порядок. Скорости и мастерство игры парней возросли в разы, а вот звук здесь совершенно не под стать стилю. Партии абсолютно всех инструментов стали какими-то "невесомыми". Гитарам не хватает глубины. Ударные звучат совершенно неубедительно, а бас-бочки всего лишь цокают. Про басуху, видимо, группа вообще забыла. К слову,на "Headhunter" бас-гитара была чуть ли не лидер-инструментом. И только вокал здесь действительно на уровне и по-настоящему дэтовый.
Само же содержание альбома, несомненно, заслуживает очень высокой оценки. Как я уже говорил, парни заметно увеличили темп игры, но при этом они не забывают и про тягучие запилы, которые совершенно не скучны, и конкретно на этой работе меня особенно улыбают. И при этом, более, чем очевидно, что коллектив вышел на принципиально новый уровень в технике своей игры. И выставляя оценку "Systems...", я бы отметил содержание работы твердой "пятеркой", а звук - очень слабенькой "тройкой". Среднеарифметический балл все равно получается несколько завышенным, но ниже у меня просто не поднимается рука поставить... |
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The Scene Of Crowning Death
Pure Fucking Humiliation
Jump And Run For The Health
Watch Out The Mortifications
The Scene Of Crowning Death
Pure Fucking Humiliation
Dead, Dead Creatures Everywhere
Cut, Cut Their Fucking Heads Off
Look, Look For Further Mutations
Collect, Collect Points In This Sphere
Virtual Combat Mutilate To Reality
Dripping, Dripping In Sweat For The Entry
Wake Up, Wake Up - Intelligence Is Required
Before It`s To Late
And You Must Die
Game Over
Jump And Run For The Health
The Scene Of Crowning Death
Wake Up - Intelligence Is Required
Before It`s To Late
And You Must Die
2. At The Gates
Fanatical Killers
As Human Bombs
Searching For
Inhuman Sense
Initiate Subconscious Terror
In The Name Of Holy War
Worldwide
Under Black Flags
By Order Of Anarchy
Holy Warriors
Served It Well
Dark Side Of Motality
Covers Society In Fear
At The Gates Of Human Mercy
The Subconscious Terror Rules
Impossible To Destroy
Devotees Headsquad
Suiciadel Terrorists
Are Ready To Kill
Running Amock
By God`s Will
One Belief
One God
They Don`t Need More
Bloody Storm
Of Killing Believers
3. Destined To Die
Hunted In The Woods
Dissected Swollen Face
Bleeding From Womb
Tortured By A Beast
Children`s Naked Corpses
Countless Victims Raped
Murdered Without Pity
Dead Left Behind But Not Buried
As The Beast Watch This Suffer
Heard Voices In His Head
`Look For Their Tormentor`
No One Can Stop Him
He Cuts His Victims` Head Off
Degenrated Butchery
Cut Out The Inners
Ripped Out The Veins
He Took His Final Act
Corpses Of Children Was Burned
Dead But Not Buried
Already Worms
Feed On Their Brains
Hacket Up The Flesh
Destined To Die
Teared Out The Spleen
Destined To Die
Cut Up The Skull
Destined To Die
Pierced Through Rectum
Destined To Die
Legacy Of Infanticides
4. Zero-8-15
Where Are The Gods?
We Want To Know Them
Where Are The Laws?
We Want To Read Them
Where Are The Leaders?
We Want To See Them
Where Is The Hate?
We Want To Feel It
War Prayers Are Sent Guardian Angels
In Their Hands The Symbols For The Victory
But Nobody Can See Them
War Is Coming
The Time To Obey Our Leaders
To Control Strange Life
To Kill The Alleged Enemies
By Order Of Fairness?
We Hate This Inhuman Practise
5. Mass Hysteria
Destroy Our Future
The Mass Hysteria
Falling Your Demise
The Mass Hysteria
Be Under The Delusion That
Personal Riches Is The Target - Nice
Believing False Prophets
Thisting For More Ignorance
Producing Sheer Envy
In Excess
Stupidity
The Price We Pay
Living In Unrest
Destroy Our Future
Falling Your Demise
Stupidity The Price We Pay
Living In Unrest
6. Gloryfied Delusion
Infernal Slaughterhouse Sightseeeing
Deadly Mental Prevision
Don`t Turn Me Back
Instuments Of Killing Art
Alike Inquisition
Don`t Turn Me Back
Inards Skulls Mortal Remains
Don`t Turn Me Back
Daily Brutal Dissection
Don`t Turn Me Back
Walk On In A Butcher`s Shop Rotten Corpses Hanging On
Blood Will Stop To Circulate Searching For Entry Dripping In Sweat
White Shadows Say In Whispers You`re Rady To Die?
Murder And Manslaughter
Ruled The Minds
No Chance To Eliminate
This Hallucinations
Nightmares Constantly Cross
All The Nights
To Believe Certain - To Die Unnatural Death
Gloryfied Delusion
Gloryfied Delusion
Gloryfied Delusion
Gloryfied
7. Die Hard
Corrupted Results
Descendants Of Phoney Whores
Created The World Of Beauty
With Prefab Pictures And Laws
Which Covered The Reality
Red Veil Before Eyes
Inner Rage Massive Despise
Caused By Monstrously Disgust
Which Febrile Arised
Out Of Spite Against
Imbecile Fatheads
Prayers Of Truth For Everyone
Called Phrase-Mongers
Drop Your Masks At Last
Arrogant Liars
Incarnated Primitive Exhibition
Sick Of This Manipulation
Take Delivery Of Total Disdain
You Shall Be Damned And Isolated
Take Delivery Of Total Disdain
You Shall Be Damned And Isolated
Fatuous Fatheads
8. Flesh Pay Cash
Flesh Pay Cash
They Want To Kill You
They Will Flesh Pay Cash
Surgery Without Remorse
Good Paid For Bloodshed
Killers Are Looking For Involuntary Donators
Bloodsuckers Who Are Greedy For Money
Organ Dealers Are Serveing Rich Organ Receivers
Wherever Poor Lives Are Born
They Are The Flames
Unbridled Demand For HealthY Flesh
Support The Modern Cannibalism
Forced Outrageous Bloody Deeds
Produce Guts Which Are Needed
Flesh Pay Cash
Surgery Without Remorse
Unsuspecting Patients Are Taken By Catchers
From Society Unnoticed - A Going Well Business
Graves Of Countless Cut Up Victims
Mirror Image Of The Godless Truth
Flesh Pay Cash
White Slaughters Are Reaching The Target Day By Day
From Society Unnoticed - A Daily Brutal Deal
Unbridled Demand For Healthy Flesh And Organs
Support The Modern Cannibalism
9. Dead Among Livings
No Expectation
Isolation
No Redemption
Isolation
No Joining Hands
Isolation
No Circles Of Friends
Isolation
Life's Like Living In A Condemned Cell
Without Contact To External World
Into Be There Left Behind Alone
Isolation
Sad Sobering Down
The Bones And Skin Are Gnawed
Blessed With Isolation
The Eyes Are Hollowed
Blessed With Isolation
Rancid Smell All Over
Blessed With Isolation
In Dirty And Damp Environs
10. Carnival Of Souls
Swollen Corpses Brought
In Blood Splatter Show
Death-Notice Sight
Two Murdered Persons
Cameras Starring At
Smiling Host Asking
Who Has Killed?
The Age Of Nonsense Thirst For
Abnormal Pictures Of Gore
Telecasts On Air With Gory Stuff
Degenerated Sense Of Mission
Based On Sensation-Seeking
Presents Daily Soaps
Of The Worst Kind
Degenerated
Taboo Was Broken
Shockers Are Stick At Nothing
Pounching On Every Dead Bodies
Making Public The Real Violence
Degenerated
Taboo Was Broken
Degenerated
Taboo Was Broken
The Souls Of Death
Was Shameless Raperd
Reports From The Scenes
Of Butchery
Who Needs This Shit?