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Obituary
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1 | Threatening Skies
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| 2 | By The Light
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| 3 | Inverted
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| 4 | Platonic Disease
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| 5 | Download
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| 6 | Rewind
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| 7 | Feed On The Weak
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| 8 | Lockdown
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| 9 | Pressure Point
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| 10 | Back From The Dead
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| 11 | Bullituary (Remix) |
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John Tardy - vocals
Allen West - guitars
Trevor Peres - guitars
Frank Watkins - bass
Donald Tardy - drums
Skinner T. and Diablo D. (The Bully Boys) - Guest vocals on "Bullituary
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Produced by Jamie Locke and Obituary
Engineered and mixed by Jamie Locke
Assistant engineer: Christopher Spahr
Recorded and mixed at Criteria Recording studios, Miami, FL
Mastered by Chris Gehringer at The Hit Factory DMS, New York, NY
Cover illustration by Bernie Wrightson
Original Obituary logo by Rob Mayworth
Inside and back illustrations by Trevor Peres
Design and layout by Trevor Peres
Band photo by Mark Leialoha
Monster fonts by House Industries
This album is dedicated to the loving memories of...
Douglas Ray Lawson, January 1, 1969 - October 27, 1995 and Sherrie Leann McCoy,
January 8, 1969 - October 27, 1995.
May they both rest in peace
NOTE: This release comes with additional CD-ROM Data - videos, live footage,
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| 1. Threatening Skies
You've found once, live wise.
The taste to come, we'll go.
Lost right taking the face, the coming show.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
I will fear rising forms more slow.
Live the spell, takes the coming spell forth.
Ravishing you all.
Ravishing you all.
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Да, к сожалению, должен признать что этот альбом уступает предыдущим, но все же является довольго интересной частью истории развития дэта. Здесь много хороших и запоминающихся песен, которые позже будут исполнены на моем любимом концерте Dead. Одни из таких вещей - "Платоническая болезнь" и "Угроза небесам", ставшие очень знаменитыми...Но все же, если быть полностью правдивым, действительно в этом релизе мало нового...А это обидно ,поскольку команда культовая, великая, и имеющая огромный авторитет в экстремальной музыке...Естественно, альбом надо послушать, потому что в любом случае это Дэт-метал высшего класса! |
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Коси коса пока роса – эта поговорка пришлась бы кстати группе Obituary, записавший такую неинтересную и избитую нудятину. Кого удивишь старой ржавой развалюхой, когда вокруг все на лимузинах? Вот и скучноватым медленным детом, который просто дышит на ладан, тоже никого уже не порадуешь. Музыканты уверяют, что вовсю использовали всякие современные технологии, но звук от этого лучше не стал. Новых идей – 0, музыка упростилась не только по сравнению с 90 годом, но и даже с 94. Любопытные гитарные ходы исчезли напрочь, катастрофически упал темп. От диска, не успел его воткнуть в проигрыватель, так и веет вторичностью. Даже обложка какая-то скучная. И название подкачало. Где-то это уже было, правда?:))) Единственные интересные песни – быстрая и злющая threatening skies и bullituary (хоть какая-то новая мысль. Прелюбопытнейший Death-rap. Вот откуда растут ноги у песенки six feet under с последнего альбома). Лучше бы не вставали из мертвых, честное слово:((( |
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Очень жаль, что Обитуари уже 3 альбома подряд не развиваются и постоянно становятся всё примитивней и примитивней. На данном альбоме 11 песен. Все очень однообразные, немелодичные и нетехничные. Соло есть, но они не такие профессиональные, как на "Cause of Death". Лично для меня альбом вытянул на оценку в 6 баллов вокалист. Вот он как всегда бесподобен. Очень оригинален его вокал. Жаль, но Обитуари лично для меня смогли сделать лишь 2 интересных альбома (1 и 2) , а потом стали повторяться и упрощаться... Альбом можно послушать лишь ради вокала, который уж очень близок к первому альбому, где Тарди спел эмоциональнее всего.
P.S. Лично меня последний трек очень раздражает... Мерзких рэпперов выбрали Обитуари. А как они ржут-то... Мне аж не по себе становится. |
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Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
You've found once, live wise.
The taste to come, we'll go.
Lost right taking the face, the coming show.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
2. By The Light
Destiny, feel disgrace.
I'm the one that's fallen.
I'm the one in pain.
I'm the one that's going.
Forces decay in pain, by the light.
The suffer is cold.
There's colors
Searing his face.
Drifting through the sorrow.
The visions yet display.
It strips the soul completely empty.
Sirens rage in vain.
Drifting through the sadness.
Violence fills the sky.
Torturing, the voice rang out.
My servants they are blind, by the light.
Suffer is cold.
There's colors
Searing his face.
By the light.
By the light.
By the light.
3. Inverted
The feeling contends, once kind.
Violence starts, won't cease.
Vengeance comes. Want rewards.
The servant starts piercing chores.
Stitching mouths, once skinned.
The gaping wounds left to mend.
Reckless kills, live dispite.
Boundary has soldiers try.
I have come to read my friend
The gifts of all those born and bred.
The living dead once more resign.
We're facing cause it's creation.
I have come to resist life's scar in pain.
The fates just called in Armageddon.
Infected, for the scraps are red.
Deep within the living charge.
The bag once empty filled with fire.
I'd like to find out, just what you said.
I'd like to see you. Justice dead.
Who'd like to see you. Justice served
With lies to go around, the sentence served.
4. Platonic Disease
Your grips fallen.
I'm fallen, we've fallen beyond.
Expired, we've acquired platonic disease.
No jury, your cause.
Speak laws afford the bigot.
Back load myself.
Lay down the sentence of never ending said.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
No jury. The pain.
The chance wronged release pain.
The stakes torn, lives cross.
Deep waters, willing loss.
Download main site.
Lay down victims right.
The fuels burnt, worlds part.
Seems like a never ending vicious cycle of death, of death.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Now see, world dies.
Strips down the face of disguise.
No rules, my way.
My way of things to say.
Your pore boils, burnt sore.
Lift off the face of wood.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
Platonic disease.
5. Download
Face yourself in
Burns with fortune.
Comes with the falling rain.
Peels down, racist game.
Death falls, blood pours.
Then we see lies pour, lies pour.
Come to the falling, life's near the end.
Life's end is guessing, for understand.
Feel that wetting, need to restrain.
Holding nothing, leather and string.
The killing comes first.
The killing comes first.
Letting the ending melt barren land
With that one thing can't understand.
Relive nothing waste my own time.
Accomplishing zero life passes by.
Face your fear.
Face it with blue skies, blue skies.
Living is misery, misery.
6. Rewind
Resign my brain.
Knows bored, minds cored.
Your fate has come rewound.
I thought the day I'd die you'd rule.
Rewind my sense.
Range choice of live expense.
Days come, nights fall.
Fix all mistakes, rule all.
When is locked in.
Set back within your realm of violence.
If you see anything, soon we'll rise.
Resign, my brain.
Knows bored, minds cored.
Your fate has come, rewound.
I said the day I'd rule you'd die.
Resign my friend.
Knows bored, minds cored.
Your fate has come rewound.
I said the day I'd rule you'd die.
7. Feed On The Weak
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate sky, spirits die.
Haunting for the silence as the sickness falls within.
You've got your strays, the mice are killed.
It stems between the sick.
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate sky, spirits die.
Haunting for behind them finds us meaning on the way.
The words fill, the chapters come.
It dissipates, it stays.
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate skies, spirits die.
Falling hard, arriving fear.
Feeding on the weakest core.
8. Lockdown
Live face, live wars
Live final fallen shore.
Wise up down play.
Locked spine.
The spirits rule, lies down
Rip the cord, spent with the dead.
Lockdown.
Lockdown.
Life's pace. Crowds boss.
View the scum you'll cross.
We're burned in, we're burned out.
We're burned on the fire.
Relax, lie down.
Beg to a different crown.
Wise up, down play.
Locked spine.
The spirits rule, lies down
Rip the cord, spent with the dead.
Live face, live wars
Live final fallen shore.
Relax, lie down.
Beg to a different crown.
Lockdown west side
Sent to a distant land.
Wise up, down play.
Locked spine.
The spirits rule, lies down
Rip the cord, spent with the dead.
9. Pressure Point
A pressure point, feel resort life.
Worthless soul, a periled stay.
Release fear, to spare, your gone.
You come with me through Satan
And through the arch of maker's side.
A pressure point.
A pressure point.
10. Back From The Dead
Fall, white light fell.
You fear, the point death sent.
Rise the dead's awake.
You, you like to find me in what's right.
Like to dream me in hell, dying.
We're back, we're back and for once more.
Like to come in To want gore.
Feel. I said rest. You're bad, forgive him.
Rising, rot the one that's lost.
Living out what's discard.
Debating over what is right.
You're feeding the guts, feeling the parts
Grinding the stone sentenced one.
Fall, white light fell.
You fear the point death sent.
Raid, raiding out the one that lost.
Living out the ones discard.
Debating over what is right.
Like to find me in what's right.
11. Bullituary (Remix)
Ha Ha. Only true, only true Obituary and
Diablo D., Skinner T, wants some pleasure.
Bastard cycle.
Profession of a make of myself.
...well with a spell...clocked in.
Evil men, evil deeds, evil time to grieve.
...to kills fells.
With a deal, with the bloods all stale.
...fell.
A 1000 caps of hell.
On the wheel of the women Apocalypse.
I'll split this shit or I'll take your life.
Either way you shoot it you know it's all child's play.
Hey, I'll make you say.
Leave that guy alone,
bring him along and bring him to a new home
in the darkest depths of hell.
I call your bluff, so you'll bounce like breasts.
I got a back like a tree and arms are like a fucken chests.
So who the fuck would have guessed.
I call the bug. I'm a Johnny Quest.
I'm obsessed with a bitch in your nest.
So gamble the rent.
I figure show the bitch the bastard, when you go packin'.
Go packin' with a hole proof vest in which.
We're gutless and heartless. My homestead is heartless.
...any nigga from the... ...assumption... think we're trolls.
And I think we take control...
Either way I'm taken a shit.
We can at least shut the door. In case it sounds like a hit.
I digress, here I go again, with the tall breath.
Sickle cell the proud all your lyrics for your death.
So keep your self open. I come and puke.
So looking like you're smoken, rocks, while I'm broken.
You're broken and choken. Ha, you're soaken.
Stuck my hand out like a vulcan.
Spock did he box. ...the voicebox... you're funny.
The other day I ain't no heartbreaker, but I won't be by.
Once more fry. ...to for... box.
So my body could be disintegrated and it hurts to hold my madness.
Destiny, feel disgrace.
I'm the one that's fallen.
I'm the one in pain.
I'm the one that's going.
Forces decay in pain, by the light.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Suffer is cold.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
There's colors.
See it in his face.
Drifting through the sorrow.
The visions yet display.
It strips the soul completely empty.
Sirens rage in vain.
Drifting through the sadness.
Violence fills the sky.
Torturing, the voice rang out
My servents they are blind.
...check out his head blow. Cock like a reload...
I'm the man with hands. Suffer is cold
...my bloods flowing... ...slice you...an amateur ...breath it...
Searing his face.
...madman. I'm the bitch, fuck a dumptruck.
...soapbox... a flesh eating virus, Osiris,
a tiller, the champion blood spiller, Godzilla.
Fortified breakfast miller, a killer.
...an animal, I hand them all an animal.
I manhandled... Drowning...other's records.
So check it... ...these days, hell I excele, I'm cataclysm.
Ha, I best it, I cross it. The acid I drop it.
I ...it, stop it. While you bob it.
I make a... with this shit and then I sharp it, yeah.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Yeah.