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Tarot
« Crows Fly Black »
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| 01 | Crows Fly Black (3:49)
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| | 02 | Traitor (4:33)
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| | 03 | Ashes to the stars (6:47)
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| | 04 | Messenger of gods (4:33)
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| | 05 | Before the skies come down (4:04)
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| | 06 | Tides (5:55)
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| | 07 | Bleeding Dust (5:01)
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| | 08 | You (4:45)
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| | 09 | Howl! (4:19)
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| | 10 | Grey (4:11)
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| | + Bonus track
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| | 11 | Veteran Of Psychic Wars |
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Marco Hietala: Lead & backing vocals, bass,
acoustic guitar
Zachary Hietala: guitars
Janne Tolsa: keyboards
Pecu Cinnari: drums
Tuple Salmela: Lead & backing vocals |
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Engineered and produced by J. Tolsa for Kingfoo
Entertainment
Co-producer M. Hietala
Mixed and mastered at Finnvox studios. |
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| Crows Fly Black
Screaming in flames, down from the sky.
That's how he comes in my dream.
Trail of tortured souls, a black boiling wake.
A ghost ridden string with a boneaching hum.
And the crows fly black.
Now the crows fly black.
And the crows fly black.
Only crows fly black.
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Трудно объяснить, чем хэви-металлическая группа Tarot вызвала интерес у такого крупного лейбла, как "Nuclear Blast". Tarot - крепкий середняк, относительная известность которого обуславливается прежде всего участием в составе Марко Хиетала, чей вокал является единственной отличительной особенностью и козырем данной команды. Мелодически финны не блещут разнообразием, что отчетливо проявляется в прямолинейных припевах. В этом плане в лучшую сторону выделяются композиции "Ashes to the stars" и "Grey", в которых Марко есть где развернуться. "Crows Fly Black" - это качественная работа среднего уровня, но чудес от Tarot не ждите. |
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Если честно, скачав на пробу и прослушав "Ashes To The Stars", ожидал большего. Такого добротного, ураганного, яркого, но в то же время мелодичного хэви в исполнении одного из любимых вокалистов при поддержке профессиональных и талантливых музыкантов. Нет, я это получил - музыка мелодична, ураганна, добротна и бла-бла-бла, но что-то здесь все-таки не так. Попробую разобраться.
Минус первый, он же большой - раздражает то, что припевы почти всех композиций слабее куплетов и строятся по схеме "взял строчку из названия и повторяешь ее до посинения слушателей". Иногда, конечно, добавляется еще что-нибудь для разнообразия, но уже в "открывашке" текст припева (а, как следствие, и мелодия) доведен до маразма:
And the crows fly black.
Now the crows fly black.
And the crows fly black.
Only crows fly black.
В общем, скучновато.
Минус второй, он же субъективный - видимо, я все-таки слишком привык к вокалу Марко в сочетании с женским голосом (будь то Тарья, Анетт или Шарлотта), поэтому чьей-нибудь поддержки мне явно не хватает. Так и ждешь пары строчек в исполнении женщины... ан нет. Пусто.
Теперь о плюсах:
1) Альбом очень энергичный, и, хотя в некоторых моментах (см. выше) скучноват, в целом слушается на ура.
2) В целом звучание - просто ураган! Сочная гитара с налетом скандинавской холодности делает свое дело.
3) Песни "Tides" и "Ashes To The Stars". Первая - блистательная мощная баллада, вторая поражает своей атмосферностью: напряжение нарастает с каждой секундой, и на словах "feeding on miracles, clutching like a spider the ends of space from within" просто озноб по коже!
Эти две песни я готов слушать бесконечно!
В общем, несмотря на недостатки, впечатление от альбома все-таки положительное.
Ставлю 6-ку. |
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Сколько пауэр-клонов развелось, не сосчитать. Вроде каждый играет и что-то свое, но выходят сотни - тысячи альбомов в год, не особо отличимые друг от друга: пафосного вида обложка, такая же тематика песен. Можно сделать вывод, что жанр загнивает.
Но! Есть альбомы, вроде и ничем не примечательные, но понемногу развивающие жанр. К ним и относится новая пластинка Tarot "Crows Fly Black".
"Crows Fly Black" - первый трек. Да, он хитовый, но не очень и может показаться, что альбом будет слабым, раз первыми ставят лучшие композиции альбома. В данном случае это не так, "Traitor" сразу же несет в себе мощный заряд, и далее каждая песня все лучше и лучше, и соло здесь хорошие, даже баллада "Tides" цепляет, после которой сразу же идет забойная "Bleeding Dust". А за совершенно посредственной "You" в разум впивается "Howl!" и не хочет выходить из памяти. Завершает пластинку песня с очень интересным вступлением "Grey".
В альбоме чувствуется опыт, ведь Tarot отнюдь не дебютанты. Пластинку можно назвать удачной, но этого недостаточно, чтобы вырваться из стада, даже маленькая долька оригинальности не сделает прорыв возможным, но со всем этим пластинка все же заслуживает место на полке пауэр-фанов. |
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A god descends crushing us all.
Walks on the hills emptied of life.
Veiled by ashes and snow the hills are blind.
And the crows fly black.
Now the crows fly black.
And the crows fly black.
Only crows fly black.
Earth and sky as one in countless pieces.
Time stands still, frozen in the flow.
In the dust the faces of the fallen.
They're erased in the fall of snow.
Fly forevermore.
Hell was here, now no more.
End of war.
Come to the feast of war...
And the crows fly black.
Now the crows fly black.
And the crows fly black.
Only crows fly black.
Traitor
Hundred lashes!
-The battles are fought outside.
Count your blessings!
-The war is in the head.
Hundred lashes!
-Try to suffer less than learn.
Count your blessings!
-I try to be fair with both.
Hundred lashes!
-Walk proud to the pole.
Count your blessings!
-The seconds are really short.
Hundred lashes!
-Don't forget how to breathe.
Count your blessings!
-They'll carry you away.
I won't stand your cowering.
Your selfpity disgusts me.
And here you're just wallowing in you feces.
You're a traitor...to your species.
I want my secrets kept.
The hand's hard for the curious.
Iron grip, the whip flies furious!
I won't stand...
You're a traitor...to your species.
I want my secrets kept.
You kneel, I accept.
Ashes To The Stars
Jump into madness awaiting at the seams
of all reality and mind.
Through the wound torn in space and time.
I blink, centuries unwind.
Hear the voice of the suns,
Their wind at your face,
The rage of their storm.
Spread my ashes to the stars.
Join the raw chaos at heart.
Spread my ashes to the stars.
Fall forever in the dark.
Neurons backfire in the onrush of data.
Endless orgasm supreme.
Joining of flesh with fiber and steel.
Lovers, the ghost and machine.
Hear the voice of the suns,
Their wind at your face,
The rage of their storm.
Spread my ashes to the stars.
Join the raw chaos at heart.
Spread my ashes to the stars.
Fall forever in the dark.
Moving astral in the veins of acid
across the silvery skin
Feeding on miracles, clutching like a spider
the ends of space from within.
Screamswept blackness, that is my head,
dreams all that there will be.
Breeding myself back from the dead
for all this eternity.
Hear the voice of the suns,
Their wind at your face,
The rage of their storm.
Spread my ashes to the stars.
Join the raw chaos at heart.
Spread my ashes to the stars.
Fall forever in the dark.
Messenger Of Gods
Behind all the empty glitter the city's a painted whore.
A mother with a concrete womb for the zombie horde.
Juices from the flesh of the living are bled to sewers.
If we gave thoughts, they are harnessed to feed the hive.
Messenger of gods
Where's the lightning, where's the thunder?
Messenger of gods
Where's the word and where's the fire?
Ooh! Where is the messenger of gods?
We need a messenger of gods.
In here just 1. equals absolutely nothing.
The machines know you, your face and your life.
Death, escape, that's why boneyards have fences.
Go read your e-mails. Junk comes to junkies.
Messenger of gods.
Before The Skies Come Down
The ropes want to fell your neck.
To embrace is good for dirt and wood.
Growing shadows with every light you stepped into.
They're coming for you, smothering the sun, life is done.
Before the skies come down.
You try to live and see.
Before the skies come down.
You try some more than me.
The stars have led me astray.
Beneath my feet the Earth just moved away.
Who changed the world, unhinged the time?
Orbits in decay, crushed by the black sun,
life was done.
Before the skies come down.
You try to live and see.
Before the skies come down.
You try some more than me.
Tides
Oh, I see your face as if in a dream.
Eyes where the shadows drown.
Frozen in a frown.
And I feel like paper burning free.
The wind is shattering me.
I'm the sky, I'm the sea.
Walk for now.
Endless days alive somehow.
Staring, dreaming, cold rain, skin steaming.
Just some fog in my eyes.
Tides in my blood follow the pale moon
drawing my soul to the skies.
Standing here, where a dream once had a home.
Emptiness now calls,
where hope crumbled with the walls.
And I feel like dust, lighter than air.
Winged by the smallest prayer.
Destination anywhere.
Walk for now.
Endless days alive somehow.
Keeping pace.
Staring, dreaming, cold rain, skin steaming.
Just some fog in my eyes.
Tides in my blood follow the pale moon
drawing my soul to the skies.
Stars, they're skywide, forever burn.
Scars, you carve deep, but never learn.
Bleeding Dust
There's magic in seven virgins
after you've gone through million whores.
All the longing is still for nothing.
And our time gets cut short.
Lead me out of despair.
It never leaves my stare.
Roses withering in graveyards.
How useless gestures can be?
No dreams ever came from the ground.
There's nothing here for you to see.
Lead me out of despair.
It never leaves my stare.
Stab me, I'm bleeding dust.
Feeding the wind.
Bleeding dust.
I hope you choke.
Crawling in the cathedrals.
Revere the emptiness of all.
Hanging in the web of echoes.
The mother stalks you from the wall.
Lead me out of despair.
It never leaves my stare.
It stays to haunt my stare.
Stab me, I'm bleeding dust.
Feeding the wind.
Bleeding dust.
I hope you choke.
Remind me now.
I'm dead, but how.
The walk is long.
Directions wrong.
You
I may no longer be your friend
but this much I know.
I'm still me.
Away you turn if you are scared.
Walk into the black.
Yeah, I'm still me.
You, forgotten you, forsaken you, forever you!
You had the nerve to say,
that I've lost the way.
I'm still me.
After losing sanity,
together you and me,
guess who still walks free. It's not...
You, forgotten you, forsaken you, forever you!
This anger, with hunger.
You've chosen to hold on
to your bitter needs.
You lost yourself somewhere.
Blamed me for not being there,
not loving a stranger, that was...
You, forgotten you, forsaken you, forever you!
FUCK YOU!
Howl!
Pack of wolves behind me. Seasons on my face.
Coming out of nowhere, heading for any place.
Wide awake with nightmares dogging ar my shoes.
Walked away with everything. Got nothing left to lose.
Howl! I'm the one.
Howl! Ungrateful son.
Howl! On the run.
Howl!
Howl! Out of light.
Howl! Footprints ignite.
Howl! Into the night.
Howl!
Leatherwings by moonlight. Spiderweb at dawn.
Traps springing all around, but the prey is gone.
In a stone circle chanced upon a wraith.
She took me and she stole my seed, but didn't break my faith.
Howl! I'm the one.
Howl! Ungrateful son.
Howl! On the run.
Howl!
Howl! Out of light.
Howl! Footprints ignite.
Howl! Into the night.
Howl!
No well now holds anything but dust for me.
The darkness helps me to see.
Stars have all the coldest stares.
I will waste no breath on prayers.
Howl!
Grey
A graveyard grows inside my head.
They planted things inside me.
I am soiled by the stale thoughts of long dead.
I was told to leave childish things behind.
2+2, ABC?
Death of dreams spreading disease in my mind.
Grey, everything I see.
Grey, Everything around me.
Open your eyes and ears little one.
The access must be free.
Injected and poisoned by information.
The blood of life turning to water.
Drowning the spark, the real me.
Choking the outside, the pressure inside,
set me free.
Grey, everything I see.
Grey, Everything around me.
Dead, still young,
learn from hurt.
Silent tongue,
burning word.
Dead, still young,
-See evil.
learn from hurt.
-Hear evil.
Silent tongue.
-Speak evil.
Burning word.
-Inside me.
Grey, everything I see.
Grey, everything around me.