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Multiplex
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1 | M.I.C. (Military Industrial Complex) 00:39
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| 2 | Empty Happiness 03:58
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| 3 | Like a Parhelion 05:10
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| 4 | Raise the Estatic 03:34
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| 5 | Forever Casket Lines and Their Amongs 05:10
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| 6 | Human Zoo 05:40
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| 7 | One in Billions of Dimensions 03:31
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| 8 | Exasperation 03:35
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| 9 | Self-Destructive Flattery (The Version of Artificial Illusion) 03:43
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| 10 | World 05:06
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| 11 | Hypocritical Instinct 04:14
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| | Total playing time 44:20 |
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Takaaki Ohkuma - vocals
Noboru Takahashi - guitars (lead)
Tatsuo Kibe - guitars (rhythm)
Hideki Akama - bass
Youichiro Natsume - drums |
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Track 11 is a bonus track taken from their 7" on Psychoslaughter Records.
Recorded at Studio Penta in May 1992. |
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| 1. M.I.C. (Military Industrial Complex)
2. Empty Happiness
My sight's grown dim
Now I've got nothing to fear from my heart
Now I've got nothing to bear with much smart
But I...
Time flows away with no wave
I float out to the grave
I'm paralyzed with dullness
Al I've got is empty |
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В Японии не могут не уметь, гостит всегдашняя мысль, когда думаешь о самых разных сферах искусства. Сегодня на повестке дня отнюдь не эксперименты в области блэка и не тягучие гудения, а старозаветный дэт в обнимку с грайндом. Multiplex – поспешные откровения начала позапрошлого десятилетия в виде пещерных гитар и тощих шуршащих ударных партий со всеми прелестями: созидательными замедлениями, оголтелыми загонами, некрасивыми соло и непроницаемой атмосферой. Японцы играют больше под влиянием не Штатов, а Скандинавии, технично, суховато, но экспрессивно: и вокал нависает над всем предприятием всезнающим гласом, и гитары броско запинаются и не лишены они потрескавшейся мелодики, и бас проводит карающую дисциплину и барабаны последовательно следуют за властвующей коалицией свирепого гроулинга и гитарной фактуры, в оправдание грайндкора не брезгая бластингом. Да и вообще этот Youichiro Natsume передовик этого производства, самая не только спортивная, но и творческая ячейка коллектива. Иногда в Multiplex просыпается эпичность уровня учителей всего и вся Celtic Frost ("Human Zoo"), с собственным мелодическим вывертом, но дальше дремучие вылазки в мелодику и олдовую брутальность. Но, кстати, “Человечий зоопарк” реально берет своей креативной поступательностью, события следует одно за другим и все очень закономерно. Другие трэки могут подкупить и трэшевой динамической прелестью или упражнениями в скорости ("Exasperation"). Заглавная "World" во второй половине удивляет странным сегмент в стиле детроитского техно, вклинивающегося без страха и упрека в ткань сурового полотна. Прибавить к этому еще слабо в кассу проговариваемую заторможенную фразу “It’s World” во второй половине трэка, и спектр ассоциаций может расшириться еще за счет ранних примеров олдовых команд с эпизодическим чистым вокалом. Да и вступление “Like a Parhelion” ничто иное, как кусочки селтикфростовских электро-забав с «Into the Pandemonium». Наконец, творческая безудержность японцев отразилась и в неровном миксе, где в разное время выпирают самые разные партии, особенно заметен случайными прорывами, конечно, бас.
Все-таки ничего нет дороже таких вот странных поделок начала начал, и, к счастью, их запас пока еще не иссяк. Другое дело, что слушать их зачастую не столь приятно, кроме как для информации и вычленения отдельных отсвечивающих одно в другом влияний. Выброса энергии у Multiplex много, эклектика рвется наружу рэндомными фазами, но целостной картины, путь и поехавшей, «World» не дает. |
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Now I've got nothing to love from my heart
Now there's no reason to live in deep reef
So I...
Split my head, squeeze my heart
3. Like a Parhelion
As I awake from a plating feast
As I swim out of a stream of glare
As I attain to a shriveled breast
As I sense that I stand nowhere
Vacant words flood out of the incontinent mouth
Scum covers the stagnant eyes
Vacant worlds flood into the fainting mouth
Scud erases the shine in the skies
Puny and feeble gleam's got lost to all
Too dark to find a prop I leaned against
Illusion was a radiant that would never fall
Lust and rust ooze out of the festering crust
Honor and pride of fiction
All fade away like a parhelion
No shape, no shade
As I've got no glint by my side
4. Raise the Estatic
Born in the land of God, the living God
Sacrify your sole soul, the hale soul
Blessed in the hand of God, the liberal God
Satisfy your whole soul, the hollowed soul
Raise the ecstatic, raise the bond
Consign yourself in the sense of bliss to the God
Concrete your flesh in the sense of faith to the God
The blaring dark...
Raise the ecstatic, raise the blind
Spell yourself in no sense doubt for the goat
Spill your blood in no sense of pain for the goat
Born in the land of goat, the livid goat
Sacrify your sole soul, the frail soul
Bleed in the hand of goat, the libertine goat
Sanguine your whole soul, the freezed soul
5. Forever Casket Lines and Their Amongs
When get out of the water cradle
There flesh-orange glare
Where given no hardle
Then soon to the first enclosure
Fallbounce in the dotted box of metal
Unenough gleam to see the whole
Ti-bo-red internal lurch, the lineal
Failer at rust falls in the hole
Seable outside through dots of crystal
Thin but thrilled stride with the soul
Lifeless life in the line, the formal
Thick but thamped stoop with no role
In the dark box, the line's fixed
Among the box, the way's blurred
Outen the way of the fixed
Get away into the crude
Forever casket lines, the straight to unglee
The railed life, no vale, no apex
Joint at last, the lines of casket, the real coffin
And their amongs, the strait to be free
The free-wheel life, may in the vale, can on the apex
Find at last, the place of quiet, rest on plain
6. Human Zoo
Pale faces with dead eyes
Closed mouths with no words
Paved legs with distress
Cold hearts with deep wounds
Crowded into tearing mess
No room to stoop
Watched through teary glass
All gloom to drool
A face, the ugly face, showing no pure dream
Eyes, the turbid eyes, sparkling no live gleam
A mouth, the sewed mouth, suppressing mental scream
Human Zoo
A species of cleverness, the lord of meanness
Swarm into the stuffy cage
Daunted smile on the suff face
Swirl in the floating surge
Dormant will in a flabby trance
7. One in Billions of Dimensions 03:31
Stare at the tired, dry, and grey wall
With the saddest eyes in the world
Embrace the dog-eared handless doll
With the most curst heart in the world
No one in the world but I is feeling broken-down pain
No one in the world but I is exposed to stinging rain
I can't bear
Reeling on the olenginous street
Where everyone is watching me
Singed by the gust of heat
That wriggles me
Heroine of a tragedy, the self-made tragedy
Numberless eyes fix upon me
I'm torn and distorted with no mercy
One in billions of dimensions
I sober up from the nightmarish fairytale
No one is watching me but bending his head in a tremble
Everyone in the world but I is feeling broken-down pain
Everyone in the world but I is exposed to stinging rain
8. Exasperation
Yell of Pain
Obcination
Unbend moan...
Pursue the pleasure and profit
Aspire to all the asset
Thousands of thoughtless threat
Hot-headed hyper hit
Ongoing numerous pressure
Lean on the weakest ones
Oligarchy to keep his power
Gash deeply minds of crowds
It can be past all bearin'
Cruelty to blame
Augment the mental pain
Long for his losing game
Togged in a sinful turban
Yo-yoing senseless brain
Rack innocents with pain
And kneel to the dawn
No sane is in his mind
Transgress the law on the sand
Oil slick, Fire work
Terrific, Heartache
Exasperation on black mud
Exasperation on bird's dead
Nominal anger, feel-good tear
Nightlong hysteries on TV
Unsound lecture, comfort tear
It's just hypocrisy
9. Self-Destructive Flattery (The Version of Artificial Illusion)
Suffer from the power, full frightened eyes
Glanced by the strong, jump behind the wall
Speak to the great, left out in the cold
Derided by the big, long the own power
A chance has come at last, to win the strong's heart
Lies are the means, none is aware
Gradually get the power, suddenly get arrogant
Good at the flattery, good at lies, good at court, well done mouth
No one can bear the sudden swagger
Too weak mind, too much arrogance
Puke lies from the uncontrolled mouth
Too much flattery, too much suspect
Temporal power by the lies is no real
The weakness of mind exposes the lies of itself
Just say ill-gotten goods never prosper
10. World
Beams flash, babes wail
Trains crash, men fall
The streets burn,
Where signs disappeared
The earth squeaks from distance, the sights lean
But everyone laughs
The shines are wet
Where eyes decomposed
The hearts mildew from depth, the sighs sleep
And everyone laughs
Clouds hang down pulpy sponge
Smogs of smart grow up
Benumbed faces, minds, slaver, split
Choked but chucking bodies dot
11. Hypocritical Instinct
Deceitful conscience, equal's to man's reason
Deceitful conscience, everyone needs to have
Ceaseless vindication, rational man's character
Sense of being good, festive utter fool
Concealing the real conscience, repressed all through the life
Concealing the real conscience, resigned to the snuff
Suppression goes on in the depth
We all being hypnotized
With the pleasure of caressed mind
Collision with the unconscious
causes gradual irritation
None's ever tried the simple life with no persona
Should it cause the general threat of no hiding
None's ever lived the genuine life with no persona
Should it release the unconscious from the pressure
Now is the time to see the core of our mind