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Brute Chant
« Killer Each of You »
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| 1 | Brother (Mechanical) 05:09
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| | 2 | Another Level 03:17
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| | 3 | Olympiad 03:43
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| | 4 | D.C.M. (Dead Cows Milk) 04:42
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| | 5 | Hair Scoff 04:37
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| | 6 | Seminal Salute 06:13
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| | 7 | Pink Noise 04:19
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| | 8 | Unface 03:03
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| | 9 | Carnal 04:26
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| | 10 | Betons 05:59
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| | Total playing time: 45:28 |
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Sandis Korps - vocals
Jānis Aizkalns - guitars
Dainis 'Daiķis' Kriķis - bass
Dzintars Vīksna - drums |
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Label: Father Productions
Recorded and mixed in September, 2000.
Backing vocals on 'Another level' by BC choir, on 'Betons' by Dementia Praecox choir. |
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| 1. Brother (Mechanical)
My brother was my machine
I made his heart beat
All the engines, hards and softs
Without them he`d be not
Attract eyes, attract minds
I`m amused and I dance
I feel the god`s might inside
Yes. My brother turned me on...
I never shoud let him free
Rebel mind he tu |
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 Латвии, как известно, есть что предложить в сфере техно-дэта. Нет, не угадали, речь пойдет не о Neglected Fields. Герои номера – Brute Chant. Латыши выпустили всего один альбом, но и на нем смогли воплотить в жизнь проект своего закрученного дэт-метала с джазовыми влияниями. Своеобразие звучания команды впечатляет. Некоторые хотят назвать стиль, в котором играет группа, техно-бруталом, но почвы под этим нет никакой – ни особого вокального зверства, ни пышущих злобой бластбитов, ни излишней крови, наконец. Зато в уши сразу же бросается ярко индивидуальная фишка Brute Chant – вертлявый бас, без сомнения, наиболее креативный компонент здесь. Он не просто приджазовывает дэт Brute Chant, но вносит в их музыку плясовые интонации (“Brother/Mechanical”, “D.C.M.”). Нередко именно бас ведет группу в атаку, направляя как ударные, так и гитары. Вся эта джазовая вакханалия ожидаемо нелегка для восприятия, хотя Brute Chant утешают нас средним темпом, и на том спасибо им. К тому же очень часто латыши становятся заложниками собственной техники, которая, очевидно, заводит их в тупик. Возможно, это отражение их шаманской практики, признаки коей можно не раз заметить на альбоме, а особенно явно они проступают в заклинательных песнопениях “Betons”. Да и на обложке немало тотемических предметов и символов. Но вместе с тем в этой музыке все вполне по-мирски, даже хардкоровый попрыгучий ритм и альтернативный устрашающий мотивчик а-ля ранний Korn в “Seminal Salute” промелькнули. Вообще весь спектр неожиданных трюков Brute Chant (безумные хоры, рев трибун, шум радиоприемника и т.д.) так же, как и кривая мелодика диссонирующих соло, не дадут скучать…
Да, необходимо сказать и о текстах, соответствующих эксцентричности музыкального материала: вокалист поведает и о брате-роботе, и о крахе спортсменов на Олимпиаде, и об опасности, исходящей от молока мертвых коров. Лирика в “Hair Scoff” и “Seminal Salute” просто невыносима…
Альбом «Killer Each of You» – нечасто встречающийся экземпляр техно-дэта с грязным звуком, и, как прекрасно сказал мэтр Serj[ThOR], «какой смысл в наворотах, если их плохо слышно?». Эти нечистоты мешают гитарам, однако не вредят ритм-секции, в целом же интрига данного произведения создается и за счет неуверенности продакшена. На выходе имеем эдакий техно-дэт, не сумевший преодолеть огрехи производства, советский дефицит качества.
Двоякое впечатление оставляет этот, единственный, альбом латышей. Двоякой будет и оценка. |
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Wreck! I`ll kill it, destroy it, smash it!
I never knew who built me
But I`m o.k., my engines run well
This little bastard -
the brother of mine
He stoped to obey. Is this o.k?
Crashing kicking killing
I should be
Melting bleeding dying
He should be...
You say I`m evil, crazy... maybe
But never dare to argue
My brother needs me
And I know how to fix him
Let me! Don`t stop me!
I need this drug again
We both together - forever
I want this world back!
2. Another Level
Turning
Get the pain deserved
Blinding
Always lurking to be seen
Cheap joint is only fun
Never the kind,
never the polite way
Turning
Blinding
The joint gives all the fun
Enjoying to be disliked
Is there another level
to be thrown off?
Another shit to dive in
Another pleasant dive in
A deeper pit
Another level
to be thrown off...
Rising to the madness
Life told to be fine
I`m hiding my real pleasure
You are hiding yours
3. Olympiad
Faster, faster you lazy shit
Inefficient, completely incompetent
A huge swimming star
Is what you become
Not what you are
That`s how it works
See the scheme underlined
by the master
Move faster flabby bastard
A whip hits that bare ass
Said nothing? Nothing..?
Our plans, our dreams...
How could I`ve been so blind?
Well, from now on
We are going further
Training, fighting even harder
Nothing matters as much...
Your plans - not mine
Your dreams - not mine
The hundred meters butterfly
race
Far from winning again
The only interest in life
Doesn`t make sense
At the time you`ve no defense
Drowning...
as the scheme is broken
You - shame of your own master
Disaster
4. D.C.M. (Dead Cows Milk)
Shit falls down, down
The time is now...
We should beware the dead cow
She brought us disease
Brought pain, collapse
But the kick we are getting
Comes from the dead cows milk
In a perfect suit
Ties tied, shoes shine
Making war each day
We march with a stoner smile
"Bring the poison!"
our soundless roar
We made it we use it
Let the shit go down!
Perfectly sickened world
And we are fed with its juice
Blindly stomped through
Made the cow more dead.
5. Hair Scoff
Why did you do hara-kiri?
Where you treated bad?
You 0 crook of a scum
Don`t you understand?
What kind of a doctor are you?
I`m very well when
I`m very bad
Are you feeling better now?
You psychical shrink.
No, no. When I`m well
I`m vvery bad.
They didn`t mind me in police.
They did beat me! What for?
I said to bite his hand of
and that I was introduced to
devil...
My father bid me to eat hair
of a cat
But I don`t blame him.
That`s the fault of `em all.
You right ones don`t know
what`s the taste of a cat`s hair.
There`s no mate
to be found on my body.
All is eaten away.
Why does my stomach ache?
Oh, Lord! How can I serve me
my most beloved food
if the stomach screams?
...crashing!
6. Seminal Salute
Hot increased
Makes legs spread
Oh, touch this barbed baobab
Eager to shoot in sight
My friend you`ve been
waiting for
Oh, soon to be exploding
Awakened for all day long
Highborn, solid meat rig
The bitch stays dry
I`m sky-high
Sick and gone
Off own head
Soon she lies dead
I`m king in her bed
Going for a ride
Runnig deep to hide
A fixed smile on her lips
Awaiting a cold stream of me
Oh, soon to be exploding
Dangerous, non-stop growing
Darling, be ready
For the adhesive shower
Falling down on you
...down on you
7. Pink Noise
Sour light became my pride
...and left with anger
men kissed unfinished bore
Always funny - money cumy!
Sink to nowhere
Act of the dementia
The destroyer is the print
...as the noise is pink!
...Shout -
let me hear your edge
breaking down the voice...
...Loud -
in fact that`s not the word
to be allowed
Once I knew how to
pick up the fallen by
brakedown scattered
note of the...
Lullaby for the newborn punk
I`ll kiss "the goat" for he`s kind
...and leave with anger...
Drop down a dead!
8. Unface
Mortal and actual
Human handwork
Urban landscape
Sphere of killing
Already buried man
Yet preaching dogmas
Loving raping
On hunt for taste pleasure
Like pain that never ends
Sick fighting to defeat
Tomorrow worthless to recall
Set a dream to life
Sick enough to blame some lives
Not knowing a smile
Shame cry undone
Lover, bower
No face to lose
No eyes to close
9. Carnal
It was so dark around that
I couldn`t see a thing
Try to switch the light on
Illuminate the mark inside
Doubts` wall close to each other
Inner voices speak to one another
Counter-attack and turning back
Illuminate the chaos inside
A tired staff of a body
Disabled to serve
Brakes further development
The pay-back for false knowledge
Inside the carnal labyrinth
The sweetest dead end
Awaits cold moveless senses
A law court of wrong feeling
As a disharmonic temple
Every exchange to accept
Until unpunished I go
Towards all doomed failures
There isn`t any unnecessary matter
Everything seems good and worthy
The more you get the better you feel
Even some voice says - no
Respecting, slaving completely
In disability to refuse
For I need more - much more
The temple is almost fallen.
10. Betons
Domu betons veido sienu
NespГj domБt patstБvНgi
NespГj sajust, saprast
Tevi piespieЧ bШt
VБjprБts,
kas uznБk un pБriet
Nemoki to, kura nav
Nogalini laimНgo,
PakОaujot viРa nedomu
Sasper, velns,
to, kas ir bez vainas
Ielikts rБmН, atdots tautai
Domu siena - Nг!
PaПam domБt - Jб!
SienБ ieПРБpts vБrds -
NenogalinБms
Domu siena - Nг!
PaПam domБt - Jб!