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Root
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1 | The Festival of Destruction 04:57
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| 2 | The Incantation of Thessalonian Women 05:12
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| 3 | Nativity 04:18
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| 4 | His Eyes Were Dark 04:22
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| 5 | Black Seal 04:15
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| 6 | The Faith 02:12
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| 7 | Salamandra 07:26
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| 8 | Necromancy 04:57
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| 9 | Theriak 05:31
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| 10 | The Mirror of Soul 07:14
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| 11 | Liber Prohibitus 03:41
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| 12 | ...Before I Leave! 19:36
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| | Total playing time: 73:41 |
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Jiří "Big Boss" Valter - vocals
Petr "Blackie" Hošek - guitars / bass / keyboards
René "Evil" Kostelňák - drums
Marek "Ashok" Šmerda - guitars
Igor "Igor" Hubík - bass |
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| THE FESTIVAL OF DESTRUCTION
Sprightly Celebrating in His name will break out
In the streams of blood we will wash our Hearts
And from the broken skulls of our enemies
We will drink the elixir of Death to the birth of Power !
Skeletons on horses are coming with the Night
Flames are reflecte |
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Root – одна из тех команд, которые не умеют повторятся, словно одержимые каждый раз пусть и не радикально, но меняя манеру. Пожалуй, чехам ни разу не дано было насладиться плодами своих усилий, закрепить успех, провести работу над ошибками. Их движение от прото-блэка начала 90-х к театрализованному эпатажному действу нового тысячелетия, может быть, и давало сбои, как на последнем, слишком уж «чрезмерном» «Daemon Viam Invenient» (2007). Но обвинить одну из самых оригинальных команд Европы в выпуске проходного или скучного материала нельзя в любом случае. На «Black Seal» чехи представили то, что можно было бы охарактеризовать как epic-sympho-heavy-doom-post black, или попытаться сократить до dark metal. Последнее, хотя и будет корректным, не даст о стиле никакого представления. Root не имеют ничего общего с Rotting Christ, Samael или дэт-металом (как почти обязательным компонентом жанра) в любом его проявлении. Имеют – с традиционным думом Candlemass, он на альбоме доминирует. А еще в голову приходит множество сравнений: поздний Bathory, Bal-Sagoth со своим сверхпафосным «Battle Magic» (1998), Therion или Haggard, и даже… Nightwish. Было бы обидно назвать манеру пения Big Boss-a «псевдо-оперной»: лидер коллектива хотя и самоучка, но не претендует на подражание мэтрам, зная возможности своего голоса, но их-то используя на все 100%. Нечто похожее на скриминг прорывается лишь несколько раз по ходу «The Faith» (6), в концовке «Salamandra» (7), на которой «погостил» Фернандо Рибейро (Moonspell), и в гротескном виде – в тонком визге с «Nativity» (3). Альбом мелодичный, разнообразный, и совершенно не современный. По своей атмосфере он ближе к драйвовым и ярким 80-м, чем к стремящимся к серьезности и напыщенности 90-м. Иногда кажется, правда, что пан Вальтер играет с экспрессивностью на грани фола – но вот именно в период с 1999 по 2001 годы он ни в одном из компонентов эту грань не перешел. Даже если закрыть глаза на похвальную самобытность, работа все равно останется столь же великолепной. |
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Странно, что еще никто не написал рецензии на это выдающееся творение замечательной чешской группы. Если кто не в курсе, Root играют некую смесь блэка, дарк-метала и дума, при этом звучит все это чертовски привлекательно, особенно если учесть, что музыка подкрепляется превосходным чистым вокалом Йиржи Вальтера (он же Big Boss, мужик с очень специфической внешностью, кто хоть раз его видел - не забудет никогда ), который повествует нам о делах мистических, всевозможных сатанинских ритуалах и тому подобном. Но дело не в том, что поет Большой Босс, а в том, КАК он это делает. Голос его просто завораживает: то он успокоительно мягок и бархатен, то подобен раскатам грома, то срывается на шепот, то приобретает рычащие, угрожающие нотки, и это, поверьте мне, далеко не все, что Большой Босс вытворяет со своим вокалом. Не совру, если скажу, что на мировой металлической сцене он один из самых ярких, мощных и самобытных певцов.
Немного расскажу о песнях. Это само многообразие. Ни один из треков не похож на другие, но наиболее выдающимися я бы назвал гимноподобную величественную открывашку "The Festival of Destruction", авангардную "Liber Prohibitus", а также такие два трека как "Necromancy" и "Salamandra". Но это не значит, что, прослушав четыре этих песни, вы составите впечатление об альбоме - его надо слушать целиком. Желательно при приглушенном свете и с бокалом крепкого вина, но это вовсе не обязательно, просто так эффект будет сильнее).
Теперь добавим ма-аленькую ложечку дегтя. Во-первых, это концовка последней песни "Before I Leave". Нет, нет - песня замечательная, и концовка у нее хорошая. Но скажите, дорогой Большой Босс, зачем нам на протяжении 10 с лишним минут слушать один только припев, да и то без музыки? Это теперь я ученый, сразу после 2-го повторения припева вырубаю Winamp, а на первый раз я все эти 10 минут честно прослушал, думал, там скрытый трек будет или еще что-нибудь интересное? Ан нет, обманули меня, грешного. Ну и второе - побольше бы песен типа "The Festival of Destruction", а то середину альбома иногда скучновато слушать. А так, молодцы ребята. И в Чехии есть великолепные группы. Девятка вам, пан Вальтер. |
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We are dancing, drinking, naked and intractable
We call into the fire: In Nomine... In Nomine...
The time of sacrifices is coming, knife-edges are glowing
Living hearts are torn from bodies, blood is streaming
We squirm in a trance of pleasure and lust
The Gate opens up and He is coming !
His cruel smile fondles all of us
The best bites are offered to Him
We throw away bones in the dancing whirl
We call into the fire: In Nomine... In Nomine...
In Nomine Satanas !
THE INCANTATION OF THESSALONIAN WOMEN
Ominous herbs of a magnificent size,
Your seed grew up in the cursed night,
Watched by the Wild Star, Hostile, Threatening !
Your very names suspicious to an inquiring sage
Were repudiated from words in long past times,
When mastering your power was a prohibited science.
Kolkhidian and Egyptian sages,
In the shine of bloody Moon,
Dug your roots precious to Magi
Who, mixing tart sap of the plants
With the dead extract of whitened bones
Incanted in low voices,
At midnight distilled these magic drinks,
By which chastity of virgins fell through overpowered,
Discovering the nakedness of their side ... !
NATIVITY
Before milion ages
Great and wise was born
Strong and eternal arise out of him.
Our father's and endless Nira.
Ancient hollows
Expended their mysteries
I came on world in chilling grief
Not knowing my mission
of cursed legacy.
Roar of devil's
attended my birth
They knew who I am.
Beast's freaked, rocks were torn,
Even the time was stood with dread
I've come.
HIS EYES WERE DARK...
In the shadow of black rocks
Under the overhang of roots and snakes' nests
There He used to sit and sing
He sang his songs
Which nobody understood…
He was old a hundred, two hundred, three hundred years?
Nobody knew it,
Maybe for thousands of years he has been in this world,
Maybe for thousands of years he has been in this world…
His eyes were dark,
But it was owing to wisdom and something mysterious,
They sparkled and penetrated everything,
When He played on his instrument,
The sky grew dark and wind became silent.
Over stony planes only wind runs
And mysterious shadows whisper their stories,
Many of them He told at His rock
And I lived them all with Him.
BLACK SEAL
Through myself one can reach the place of eternal suffering,
Through myself one can reach the night that is not followed by a morning,
Through myself one can reach the cursed bastards of one's mother-country... (**)
Who knows the mysterious place,
Where it lies forgotten,
Covered with a layer of the whole millennium's dust
And still waiting and waiting...
Who finds it and use it,
Will become the Lord of the World,
The Central Point of Magic
Is conjured in it....
I have been looking for it for whole Ages,
I am close, very close now,
I can feel its power and force,
My black blood is boiling...
I know it is waiting for me,
We are tied together with a bond,
Bond of dark anger,
Cruelty, passion and victory...
When I seize it with my hands
And say the Words,
Then the Galaxy contracts,
Then be in fear, you ...
... you disgusting, you stinking !
(**) Dante, Inferno.
THE FAITH
I believe - in wild Law of Nature
I believe - in purity of Idea
I believe - in Beauty of human body
I believe - in Cosmos harmony
I believe - in balance of Order
I believe - in honesty of Beasts
I believe - in Prudence of Oceans
I believe - in infinity of Wisdom
I believe - in Pride and Wealth
I believe - in fertility of Creation
I believe - in power of Earth
I believe - in Fire and Water
I believe - in Life and Death
I believe - in peerlessness of Existence
I believe - in Me…
Am I Believer ?
SALAMANDRA
Do you want to cross the River of Shadows
And come back afterwards ?
Do you want to talk to the Ferryman
And sit in his Punt ?
Do you want to see the Lost Worlds
And mysterious nations ?
Do you want to fly through night with Phoenix
And to get warm in his Ashes ?
Then you must know that:
There is the only Mountain in the only Plane,
In it four Fires flame,
The first one smaller than the second,
In which Salamandra takes bath,
The third one is bigger and the forth is the brightest of all,
Then take away her Being with a Three-Pronged Fork
And at the Lucifer's glitter
Take out her Heart - the Heart of Salamandra,
Put it in Salt Water and wait.
Drink the potion the Ninth night!
NECROMANCY
Come ! O you triple goddess !
Hellish, earthly and heavenly goddess!
Goddess of roads and crossroads !
You nightly friend of light,
Who despite this carries light to us,
You friend and mate of the Night .... !
Wandering among shadows and graves,
You take pleasure in the long howling of hounds
And in vapours of shed blood.
You lust after blood
And fill mortal creatures with horror...!
O Gorga ! O Morma ! You multiform Moon !
Turn out to be your beam,
Favourable to the sacrifice carried
In honour of you !
THERIAK
From the wild East,
Full of anger, bloody slaver at his muzzle,
His side covered with foam and moss,
The black Wolf dashes towards the Centre.
His message is Living Death...
From the dark West,
Insane and raging, bloody eye,
Tongue and teeth full of venom,
The grey Hound dashes towards the Centre.
His message is Living Death...
And all of a sudden they come to grips with each other,
Carnage breaks up by main force,
Bones are being broken, tendons torn,
Then they drop dead to the Pit.
Their message is Living Death...
Dead bodies of the killed carcasses
Will decompose to Venom in the Pit,
Draw this potion into Silver
And drink it during ten sun-settings.
Their message is Living Death...
The drink is disgusting,
Stinking and smelly,
The mightiest of all the Magic Spells,
The supreme Medicine - Theriak.
His effect is your Immortality !
THE MIRROR OF SOUL
Look but do not touch !
Touch but do not taste !
Taste but do not swallow !
That's what the law of the descendants of Adam says!
My Soul is black
Like Hell itself.
My Hatred is unlimited
Like the infinite Universe.
My raging roar
Crushes brains of hypocrites.
My Truth is disgusting,
Nobody listens to it.
I murdered thousand times,
I gave birth thousand times,
I scatter Evil in every place,
Which is caught by my sight.
I have seen everything,
I have tasted everything,
I miss only one thing
To reach the absolute pleasure.
How happy I would be to touch you,
O, Satan of my Soul .....
LIBER PROHIBITUS
Ó, SACEROS CHRISTI, TU SCIS ME ESSE DIABOLUM. CUR ME DEROGAS ? (*)
I know the Black Flame,
Which carries the Truth to you.
Mysterious Words of recognition
From the book of Necronomicon.
They speak to you,
But you can not hear them.
You see them in your dreams,
But you forget them.
Liber Prohibitus, L.B.
Liber Prohibitus, L.B.
Your arteries are changing into snakes,
Your eye-sockets are empty.
Do you remember ?
Your bones will turn into stone,
Only flesh is left.
Do you remember ?
The Time-honoured Matter of Life
Shines in the eye of Magic.
Do you remember ?
Liber Prohibitus, L.B.
Liber Prohibitus, L.B.
Do you remember ?
(*) O, you priest of Christ, you must know I am Devil. So why do you provoke me ?
... BEFORE I LEAVE!
Before I leave to reach the Deceased
I want to let you know the Truth.
I know the Laws that are engraved
In the silver vault of the Monster's skull.
Some were smoothed away by the flow of Time
And they lost their meaning.
Those, which still can be read,
Turned into Mighty Magic Spells.
Those, who are watchful now,
Will be sure to find the Key to them.
But using them for the evocation
Is deadly to everyone !
Before the rise of the World
Old curses speak to you now.
... Before I leave to reach the Spiral,
I will leave you my Legacy.