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Блин, а ведь достойный получился дебют у Whiplash! На мой взгляд, это самый недооценённый альбом группы. В 85-м году их музыка звучит именно так, как требовали законы жанра, в данном случае – Его Величества Thrash’а. Немного расстраивает ставший впоследствии традиционным жидковатый звук гитары Tony Portaro, зато какие здесь партии соло! Девиз альбома: «Даёшь каждой песне по классному соляку!» выполняется на все сто.
К минусам можно отнести две вещи – это стабильный для середины 80-х грязноватый звук и слегка дебильную обложку, рассматривать которую можно только через призму юмора. А из достоинств отметим то, что альбом слушается интересно, 34 минуты материала пролетают, не успевая надоесть. Выделить что-то конкретно сложно, почти все песни на одном уровне, а уровень их динамичного и техничного трэша довольно высок. Если сравнивать Whiplash образца 85-го с другими группами, то при желании здесь можно услышать всё - и Slayer, и ранних Megadeth с Metallic’ой, и Sodom с Kreator’ом, да и вообще всё, что угодно. Но в данном случае это даже плюс – при прослушивании диска не покидает ощущение чего-то знакомого и вместе с тем нового одновременно. Конечно, группа потом ещё выпустила несколько достойных работ, но козырь этого альбома именно в том, что он чётко маршировал в ногу со временем. |
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Now that you've met your match and nothing will suffice
Airborne offering thrashing sacrifice
Stealing the show eyes of the crowd focus of activity
Forty feet high moment of fame going down in history
Begin the flight splitting the smoke a swan dive into the sky
Tumbling down head over heels listening to cracking bones cry.
Red Bomb
Night falls and she's out there walking the street
Hiding skiing to dog the blue coats on the beat
The heat is on her tail tonight like never before
Down on twenty seventh street where she breaks the law
She bares her body to entice
Another john to pay the price
She earns her living on her back
Her legs spread wide apart forevermore
Moonlight's staring down at red bomb from above
Tonight there will be no sex there'll be no lust
Never doubt at any time she's worth the fee
If you lay your money down then you'll agree
Once she's in your sight long legs and red hair strike your appetite
Time that you lock eyes with the red bomb try her on for size
You'll do what you want, take what you will cause she's no cheap thrill
Hand over your cash for the right price she'll give you the gash.
Last Man Alive
Take a look to the sky for your pot of gold
You can hear every cloud story to be told
Listen close what is this
Not bird or plane
Could it be the H bomb fucking with your brain
Even if you'd seen it you never would believe it
Even in your sleep you would never dream it
The bomb is falling fast nothing's going to stop it
How will you know that you're the last man alive
All it takes just one touch over one, two, three
With a flick of a switch turn on World War 3
With a flash there will be no one left alive
Search the earth just to find worldwide homicide
Metal mass cuts the wind whistling through its course
Suddenly crashing down hits the ground full force
Aims to kill one and all bursting into flames
Only you're left alive no one left to blame.
Message in Blood
Black act of injustice brought by the wizard of evil
Cast death and corruption who left the message in blood?
Death reign cleanse the earth it's the ageless night
The world's end is near wrong outnumbers right
What's left helter shelter look read between the lines
Can you find a meaning to these sinister crimes?
War Monger
Lurking in the astral skies lust, power, greed, hate
Leader of the fighting force face of black fate
2100 A.D. at this man's will
Power thrashing death brigade regroups to kill
Can't just ignore what's right bow to the power lord
Warmonger
Bombs are falling from above death metal storm
Dogfight of the modern day star wars take form
Starship shooting in and out amazing grace
To each man a battle star chasing through space
Obeying every order heard brainwashed by their leader's word
Kamikaze warriors aim for the sun
Taking off for outer space four, three, two, one
Retrorockets activate lifting the craft
Final sound the fighters hear warmonger laugh
All the troops have died at war bow to the power lord
Warmonger.
Power Thrashing Death
Inject it into the blood directly into the vein
Metal assault on the ear feeling it flow to the brain
It can get under the skin the power metal syringe
It puts an end to all pain another headbangers singed
Breathe the metal in the air feel power everywhere
Taste, here's a double dose to take a fix of power thrashing death
Scream at the top of your lungs it's time to let yourself go
There is no lesson to learn get up, get into the show
The power to satisfy those who react to high speed
There is no secret to hide metal is all that you need.
Stirring the Cauldron
The moon is full one dark evil night
A blood curdling chill perilous fight
The fog is thick the clouds set in
A twist of fate a night of sin
The howl of the wolf a dark evil power
Creeps down your spine it's the witching hour
The minute you fall to the hands of the flame
Evil will take its course, it's all over
The wicked witch's mission is through
Once the bubbling brew has tasted you
The eye of newt and fang of bat
A pinch of this a pinch of that
An odor lurks from burning skin
The spice of life the cauldron will win
The chanting is done devour your stew
Just don't turn your eyes or it'll devour you.
Spit on Your Grave
Ruthless and evil lies that deceive
Meaningless virtues knee deep in greed
I am the master with the iron fist
I am the master no one knows exists
I am the master I'll take your life
I am the master I'll spit on your grave
Taking advantage guilty as sin
And into the cauldron where no one can win
Thrown down and stepped on and knifed in the back
Civilization is under attack.
Nailed to the Cross
With an evil life comes an evil fate
Only a question of time to open the gate
It's a fact that you're going to die
By tomorrow you'll be crucified
Nailed on, nailed to the cross
Nailed on, nailed to the cross
You stand erect no life left
Your soul's been robbed Lucifer�s theft
Consciousness loneliness at the top
Must confess but it's too late for them to stop
A frowning face falls from out of the sky
Spitting blood head of a demon from hell
And you're left without a soul to sell
Double cross, eternity in hell
Nailed on, nailed to the cross
Nailed on, nailed to the
You know that you're dead when you're nailed to the cross...