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Machine Men
« Elegies »
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Antony - vocals
J-V - guitars
Jani - guitars
Eero - bass
Jarno - drums |
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| Falling
The massacre of angels in heaven has begun
The black clouds are moving, covering the sun
Screaming and torture as an echo in the wind
Satan has his lust and the last sun
Jesus is next, deceived once again
Nails are heavy, faith won't kill the pain
The whole world is falling dow |
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Несмотря на довольно удачный дебют “Scars And Wounds” (2003), второй альбом финнов Machine Men, к сожалению, показал, что им вряд ли удастся вырваться из второй лиги современного металла. ”Elegies”, как и предыдущий альбом, демонстрирует нам довольно неплохой хэви-пауэр, с неплохими мелодиями (уже содержащими гораздо меньше «мэйденовских» параллелей) и хорошим вокалом. Главное же отличие его от предыдущего – меньшее количество хитов, и, как следствие, ощущение некоторой затянутости, несмотря на то, что длится диск всего 45 минут. Из вещей, которые можно с удовольствием послушать, я бы назвала “Apathy” и “Daytime Theatre”, остальное же тянет лишь на характеристику «неплохо» (не спасает положение даже реверанс в сторону кумиров – довольно хорошо сыгранный кавер Брюса Дикинсона “Freak”, который в контексте остального альбома слушается немного неуместно) и может быть рекомендовано либо упертым фанатам стиля, либо тем, кто коллекционирует альбомы околохристианской тематики, которую диск, собственно говоря, и носит. И снова законный балл у группы утащил оформитель обложки, по работе которого можно предположить какой угодно стиль группы, но только не хэви-пауэр. Жаль, а как хорошо начинали… (Диск предоставлен компанией FONO) |
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Второй альбом финской хэви-формации продолжил направление, взятое ими на дебютном альбоме. Играют слегка модерново-альтернативный хэви, без привкуса пауэра, с теми же фирменными соло и хорошими вокальными повествованиями о том, как нелегко живется в наши времена. От первого альбома звук отличается чуть большей скучностью и меньшим количеством хитов. Выражается это местами – проигрыши бывают слегка затянутыми и немелодичными, хотя это проявляется не так часто. В основном все красиво, тяжело и в духе. Взять хотя бы стартовый боевик "Falling", чем-то напоминающий Дикинсоновскую «Road To Hell» - мелодичная и убойная композиция в лучших традициях хэви. Сюда же можно отнести четвертый трэк «Back From The Days» - тот же хэви в лучших традициях. На мой взгляд, немного не вписываются медленные композиции «Doors Of Resurrection» и «From Sunrise To Sunset» - не то чтобы они неудачные, но как-то не в стиле звучат, а вот трэк «Apathy» более чем удачный – супер-мелодии с классным припевом и классным низкотемповым качем вставляют на все сто. Итог утешителен. Группа держит уровень, хотя и чувствуется некое копирование ряда команд, но тем не менее... Лучше уж лишний раз послушать хороший хэви, чем неудачный и серый пост-факин-дум, не так ли? |
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Now the god has taken the part of Judas
Broke the ten commandments and sold the crown in shame
As a slave crawls like us, with a number, no name
Madness is the name of this absurd game
There's the son of god hanging once again
Surrounded by the flames of hell
The whole world is falling down with hate
The good ones will take it to their graves
Third day is not for resurrection at all
So the tale won't be the same anymore
The whole world is falling down with hate
The good ones will take it to their graves
The whole world is falling down with hate
The good ones will take it to their graves
Dream & Religion
Lost in the crush under the rain
Alone in this world unknown
Looking for a way back home trying to forget this pain
– drifted too far away, boat's too rusted to sail
Standing on the edge – to the edge they return
Waiting for an angel with the answer
To take him under her wings for a moment
But he is too deep in the darkness,
Where light does not reach and the angels don't seek
Soul searching sun but hand for a gun to end his days
I have my dream to keep me alive
Religion I sold my soul to
I have my dream to keep me alive
Religion I sold my soul to
I have my dream to keep me alive
Religion I sold my soul to
I have my dream to keep me alive
Religion I sold my soul to
I have my dream to keep me alive
Religion I sold my soul to
I have my dream to keep me alive
Religion I sold my soul to
Apathy
Trapped inside his mind
Dying spirit cries shackled inside the dead man
The fallen angels try to fly – looking for
Brothers and sisters from their sanctuaries
Sinister regret, thoughts about the end of the world
Will never leave his head. The messenger is lost, too much pain it costs
If he looses control on the edge of this earth
And one of the freaks of society, pretending sane deep in the apathy
Pilgrim's heart is cold, funeral of his soul celebrated a long time ago
Cyclone in his mind, he is already blind
To see the truth and future under the shell of the man,
Rage is rising and no one knows
But the eyes can only tell what is going on
And one of the freaks of society, pretending sane deep in the apathy
Pilgrim's heart is cold, funeral of his soul celebrated a long time ago
On the way to the tomb, drowning his sorrow with his demons
Who are mocking and spitting his eye but one thing we know for sure
God had his day off when this man was lost into the world
And one of the freaks of society
Pretending sane deep in the apathy
Pilgrim's heart is cold
funeral of his soul celebrated a long time ago
Back From The Days
Do we ever give any thoughts for the heroes of our days
Who fought for freedom and future
Prayed in the dark – and rain at night washed their tears away
Saved a wounded man, turned towards the bullet rain
And took the last step on our free land
Souls are gone – in the unknown graves, who brings them back from the days?
Left in the past with other braves – fought for us, against fear, the machines
We don't know how it feels to be hand in hand with death
Guns blazed on the enemy line, smoke filled the sky
He knew for sure there was someone else
Who watched the moon but not through the dust and smoke
Far away from battlefields praying for a wish,
Gazing up to the stars
Souls are gone – in the unknown graves, who brings them back from the days?
Left in the past with other braves – fought for us, against fear, the machines
We don't know how it feels to be hand in hand with death
The whisper beyond the grave in her dream
– Save your tears and your worst fear
Souls are gone – in the unknown graves, who brings them back from the days?
Left in the past with other braves – fought for us, against fear, the machines
We don't know how it feels to be hand in hand with death
The Traitor
Your sky is crying for someone, clouds hanging low
And god plays sad and innocent for drowning men in tears of sorrow
I think he's enjoying the people's worry
And laughing for the whole tragic story
Pointing down like a king to slaves,
Ending lives, sending them to their graves
But when ashes are scattered and wind taken his own
– It took a little piece to the gates,
Into the timeless place, far away from there
Where some stranger has commited a sin
And stolen a breath in the night, it happens again.
And why do all the good ones meet their fate too soon?
If god's deciding who's breathing and who is not
Take them to your room –
All the dregs of society and end their days, send them to eternity
I hate to see the news everyday
How some child was born to die, in vain
But when ashes are scattered and wind taken his own
– It took a little piece to the gates,
Into the timeless place, far away from there
Where some stranger has commited a sin
And stolen a breath in the night, it happens again.
October
Suddenly from the light of life to the darkness, swallowing pride and joy
On the wave of my thoughts sailing lost and cold – this lonely boy
Sinking to his inner world leaving this earth million miles behind
Crossing the borderline, time is not running on this side, not on this side
Night brings vapour where the spirits move
I'm alone with the echoes
I've sailed the sea of loneliness drifting in timelessness
Crossed the ocean, been at the mercy of the waves
Seen the beauty of dawn, admired it after storm
Felt the joy of rebirth and could smile again
Crawling back to the land of the living from silence of the tomb
But the black clouds return, leaving pale and fragile – this broken man
Night brings vapour where the spirits move
I'm alone with the echoes
I've sailed the sea of loneliness drifting in timelessness
Crossed the ocean, been at the mercy of the waves
Seen the beauty of dawn, admired it after storm
Felt the joy of rebirth and could smile again
Daytime Theatre
Night has fallen killing joy and light
The doors are locked keeping the fear inside
Apprentices preparing for a bedtime story
Saying their prayers, making the sign of the cross
Kneels down to pray for better days
Eyes shut he's searching for peace of mind
Beneath the eyes of gold
Lust getting loose changing the tears into blood
In these holy rooms,
Current of sin raging, trembling walls and windows
The screams feel silent wiping the tears from their eyes
The demons crawled back to the place where they arose
The morning came bringing light and glory
But the devil dances again when the night is falling
Beneath the eyes of gold
Lust getting loose changing the tears into blood
In these holy rooms,
Current of sin raging, trembling walls and windows
And sun is up again, daytime theatre for believers
But when curtain falls and candlelight gives up to the wind
The whole underworld rises
Doors Of Resurrection
She's standing at the gates with a one way ticket to the other side,
Empty gaze in her eyes.
No kiss goodbye at all. A suitcase full of memories of the past
And three little words unsaid – and why?
For some crime she did not commit before she died?
For little sins she did not confess in daylight?
A bench rusted by tears reminds her of sad years
Of a dark world and familiar faces
She's waiting for the ride, the riders of the last day
Who are taking her to the doors of resurrection – and why?
For some crime she did not commit before she died?
For little sins she did not confess in daylight?
She's leaving this world...
For some crime she did not commit before she died?
For little sins she did not confess in daylight?
From Sunrise To Sunset
My last sunrise, no more sunsets for me
I can bury my good heart with relief, I'm free
I can smile, taste the tear drop from my eye
Waiting for the breath of wind to give wings for my soul
I have a feeling, this is my day. Caressing shine and rain.
Farewell, this life couldn't last
My heart is weak, the reason is not far to seek
The dream of the end
Before the joruney begins cold enters the room,
Then give me the last dance with death
My breathing is heavy, soul reaching for the sky
I've nothing to lose, everything is inside me
Golden memories make me feel alright
Waiting for the moment when my love is by my side
The dream of the end
Before the joruney begins cold enters the room,
Then give me the last dance with death
My last sunrise, no more sunsets for me
I can bury my good heart with relief, I'm free
I can smile, taste the tear drop from my eye
Waiting for the breath of wind to give wings for my soul
The dream of the end
Before the joruney begins cold enters the room,
Then give me the last dance with death
Freak (Bruce Dickinson cover)
He rides the wave a spiral slave
The Prince of Darkness plays his games
You're hypnotised under velvet skies
He breathes the red wind across your eyes
Who leads you to the dark secret?
Your life is lost your soul is damned
But it feels too good to make a stand
Bad is bad, but this is worse
Let judgment come you love this curse
When you look at man your like a god
Swimming in the tide of life, somersault into the flood
Washing you away
Who leads you to the dark secret?
Who is your mistress, who leads you
to the dark secret
Who is your mistress who leads you
to the dark secret?
Who leads you to the dark secret?