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 «Temple of Punishment», открывающая последний вышедший в 90-е диск с лиричным для любого любителя thrash и speed metal, но немного пафосным названием «Thrashback», сразу заявляет слушателю, что это все тот же старый добрый Whiplash, и что с момента выхода дебютника в далеком уже тогда 1985-ом году и последних двух альбомов (`96 и `97 годов соответственно) ничего не изменилось. Все тот же неизменный гортанный, и как мне кажется, очень нехарактерный, достаточно узнаваемый и необычный голос Тони Портаро, все тот же жидкий звук его гитары (группа всегда страдала от отсутствия второго гитариста, и почему Тони никогда не брал второго гитариста, для меня загадка, - звук бы сразу стал много мощнее), и средний, с намеком на скорость темп исполнения не очень-то хитовых, к большому сожалению, вещей. Мне кажется, что музыка этих парней очень подошла бы для глухой американской провинции, еще помнящей ковбоев и индейцев, этакий саундтрек современных салунов, где собираются бородатые мотоциклисты, которые были бы не прочь послушать чего-нибудь «хардового». Эта музыка именно для них, не претендующих на «элитарность» восприятия людей, а Whiplash же должны были бы исполнять для них свой бесконечный набор крайне скучных песенок про то, как они якобы когда-то, будучи жителями больших городов, играли вместе с «большими братьями» вроде Possessed и Sacrifice (которые тоже просуществуют не так уж и долго), и что они-де до сих пор «Thrash `til Death», что представляется мне крайне смешным, а американцев становится даже почему-то после этого жаль, ибо они достойны лучшей доли. Ну не везло людям с вниманием прессы и более-менее денежных лейблов, что поделать. У многих в то время было так, а материал дебютника «Хлыста», появись он на 2-3 года раньше, обязательно стал бы если не цитируемым поклонниками и хитовым, то признанным массами обязательно. К сожалению, не срослось, как не получилось у многих, стартовавших в первой половине 80-х. Не были обласканы особым вниманием Indestroy, At War, Blood Feast и другие весьма интересные команды, до сих пор оставшись услышанными только отъявленными ценителями подобной музыки. В целом, материал рассматриваемого диска весьма однообразен и скучен, из песен можно выделить первую, «Temple of Punishment» (только лишь по причине ее номера, и не более того) и достаточно примитивный инструментал «Strike Me Blind» с клавишной подложкой, напоминающей советские поп-группы конца 80-x.
Словом, как уже отмечалось, главные недостатки альбома – некая скованность и «жидкость» звучания, отсутствие достойных хитов и не слишком высокая скорость (игралось бы это все быстрее, материал засверкал бы особым очарованием), а жаль, ибо Портаро вполне мог сочинять интересные, «вкусные» риффы и соляки, а барабанщик Джо Канглиоси (не игравший на этом альбоме) весьма неспроста в свое время входил в состав более известных и прославленных Kreator, но, к сожалению, не получилось… Как, впрочем, не получилось и в новом тысячелетии, с выходом совершенно провального «Unborn Again», поставившего на группе окончательный крест и указавшего на полнейшую бессмысленность уже третьего реюниона когда-то подававших надежды Whiplash. |
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You're the jury
Convicting yourself
Sentence the one who's to blame then condemned
Then you'll learn that the punishment is twice the crime
Cocaine
Fast lane
Mary Jane
Now turn on the ultraviolet light
First a red
Then a white
Nearly dead
A hand full of black, you'll sleep tonight
You're the temple
Yourself you decieve
The victim who falls to the pleasures of the flesh
Only then to be judged by the prophet of lies
You're the jury
Convicting yourself
Sentence the one who's to blame then condemned
Then you'll learn that the punishment is twice the crime
Morphine
Codeine
Thorazine
Anything to help anesthetize
Lidocaine
Inhumane
No restrain
Take control of the enemy inside
You're the temple
Yourself you decieve
The victim who falls to the pleasures of the flesh
Only then to be judged by the prophet of lies
You're the jury
Convicting yourself
Sentence the one who's to blame then condemned
Then you'll learn that the punishment is twice the crime
STAB
Strive for every drop to soothe the savage need
Thrive, the pleasure, virtility freed
Bleed, a tear of blood comes trickling down the face
Plead, there's not another moment to waste
Stab
Annihilate
Devastate
The weak and the weary will never survive
Stab
Terminate
Eliminate
You'll treasure your very moment alive
Free from chains of bonded abnormality
Flee the lesson of mortality
Bear, endure this unholy atrocity
Swear, this unexpected calamity
Stab
Annihilate
Devastate
The weak and the weary will never survive
Stab
Terminate
Eliminate
You'll treasure your very moment alive
Face to face with the supreme authority
Taste the flavor of the fatality
Seal the fate of every entity on Earth
Feel the purity of creations birth
Stab
Annihilate
Devastate
The weak and the weary will never survive
Stab
Terminate
Eliminate
You'll treasure your very moment alive
THIS
Release, I grant you permission
Immerse, submerse, submerge and rise
Emerge to snatch one's last breath
Hydra-lung will deaden the cries
It is time to make the transition
You were never one to abide
Absurdly ignored premonition
Now let the struggle subside
This - the knife that has skewered my heart
This - the flowing river of blood
This - the morbid thought in my head
This - the crimson stain in my bed
My heart bleeds for your confession
The truth, the youth, a kiss goodbye
To covet the lasting impression
The river's slaughter swallows your pride
The current consumes the almighty
I must confess the tide will soon rise
Drowning your thoughts of escape
How foolish of you to surmise
This - the knife that has skewered my heart
This - the flowing river of blood
This - the morbid thought in my head
This - the crimson stain in my bed
This thing that crawls from inside me
expanding, stretching my sanity
This - way things have to turn out to be
There's no sun, left in your eyes to see...
This
Emotion spill into the river
Flowing, drifting from side to side
Clutch the offering hand of the Reaper
As you become the pale River Bride
This - the knife that has skewered my heart
This - the flowing river of blood
This - the morbid thought in my head
This - the crimson stain in my bed
This - way things have to turn out to be
There's no sun, left in your eyes to see...
This
This
This
Killing on Monroe Street
There’s a killing on Monroe Street
It happened right before my eyes
With deadly action
Come satisfaction
And you can hear the victims cries
Happens all the time
Every night and day
If you hang on Monroe Street
You might get blown away
Happens all the time
Every night and day
If you hang on Monroe Street
You might get blown away
There’s a riot
Down on Jackson
The raging angry mob you fear
Deadly axe licks
Double bass kicks
It’s an assault upon the ears
Happens all the time
Every night and day
If you hang on Monroe Street
You might get blown away
Happens all the time
Every night and day
If you hang on Monroe Street
You might get blown away
There’s a killing on Monroe Street
It happened right before my eyes
With deadly action
Come satisfaction
And you can hear the victims cries
Happens all the time
Every night and day
If you hang on Monroe Street
You might get blown away
Happens all the time
Every night and day
If you hang on Monroe Street
You might get blown away
King with the Axe
Like a viper
Your blood will flow upon his strike
Like all the others
Young and old alike
Time is running out
There’s no one left to hear you shout
Time is running out
Not who he used to be
The man behind the mystery
He’s coming at you
Full force
The king with the axe
He’s coming at you
Full force
The king with the axe
Like a buzz saw
He’s gonna cut you up on sight
You turn around and
There’s no chance left, loo late to fight
Time is running out
There’s no one left to hear you shout
Time is running out
Not who he used to be
The man behind the mystery
He’s coming at you
Full force
The king with the axe
He’s coming at you
Full force
The king with the axe
He’s coming at you
Full force
The king with the axe
He’s coming at you
Full force
The king with the axe
A bloody rampage
Merciless onslaught in the night
Another victim
The executioner’s delight
Time is running out
There’s no one left to hear you shout
Time is running out
Not who he used to be
The man behind the mystery
He’s coming at you
Full force
The king with the axe
He’s coming at you
Full force
The king with the axe
He’s gonna chop you down
Memory Serves
Window of destiny
Slams shut on the hand of trust
Fate sealed in misery
Eternity to readjust
Yesterday’s memory
Swarmed with desire and lust
A black cloud hangs over your head
Tomorrow hangs by a thread
Only my memory serves
Captured by this war of nerves
Forever is merely tomorrow
Watching you savor my wine
With every taste, I admire
Intimacy of sighs
Sharing the heat of the fire
My life is incomplete
Yet memories motivate and inspire
A black cloud hangs over your head
Tomorrow hangs by a thread
Only my memory serves
Captured by this war of nerves
Forever is merely tomorrow
A black cloud hangs over your head
Tomorrow hangs by a thread
Only my memory serves
Captured in this war of nerves
Forever by merely tomorrow
Resurrection Chair
A pounding migraine
Frantic search to find a cure
Desperation
How much more can you endure?
How would you know?
The cure would be so risky
A double dose of death
Washed down with a glass of whisky
There’s no escaping
The resurrection chair
There’s no escaping
The resurrection chair
Psychotic killer
Not afraid of homicide
Feed the victim
A double dose of cyanide
Without warning
An unsuspecting swallow
Your life will flash before your eyes
There will be no tomorrow
There’s no escaping
The resurrection chair
There’s no escaping
The resurrection chair
A pounding migraine
Frantic search to find a cure
Desperation
How much more can you endure?
How would you know?
The cure would be so risky
A double dose of death
Washed down with a glass of whisky
There’s no escaping
The resurrection chair
There’s no escaping
The resurrection chair
There’s no escaping
The resurrection chair
Resurrection chair
Chair!
House with No Doors
My nails have scraped the paint from the walls
Peeled every inch off of the surface
Scratched clean through the messages in blood
I’m still left here trapped in this black circus
The key is in your mind
The soul shall never leave
Down on my hands and knees, crawling with doubt
Sanity prevails, those days are over
Giving in, convinced there’s no way out
Say goodbye, like a lamb left for slaughter
The key is in your mind
The soul shall never leave
The soul shall always be locked
The soul shall never breathe
Forever in this house….
Forever in this house….
With no doors
Innocently led into the dark
By a pale hand that appeared before my eyes
For every one reason to live
I have found two reasons to die
The key is in your mind
The soul shall never leave
The soul shall always be locked
The soul shall never breathe
Forever in this house….
With no doors
THRASH 'TIL DEATH!
We like it faster than lightning
We'll have it no other way
So fast that it can get frightening
Thrash it out day after day
Never enough satisfaction
Can't get the Marshall's past ten
Live in the heat of the action
Metal devides mice from men
No compromise we will thrash til' death
Feel the drums pounding like thunder
Guitar riffs cut through the air
Casting a spell you'll be under
Thrashing 'til death unaware
Metal will flow through your bloodstream
Take over your body and mind
You'll never stop your headbanging
Raising your fists to the sky
No compromise we will thrash 'til death
We like it faster than lightning
We'll have it no other way
So fast that it can get frightening
Thrash it out day after day
Never enough satisfaction
Can't get the Marshall's past ten
Live in the heat of the action
Metal devides mice from men
No compromise we will thrash 'til death
Thrash til' death!
Nails in Me Deep
A question of honour and integrity
Belief in the privilege of equality
Determination and presence of mind
The greatest justice in all mankind
The day that the masses have authority
We will be lead by the majority
Escape from the grip held by those who betray
With passion to seize the American Way
The Truth
Betrayed
The Free
Enslaved
Never Stop Fighting
There’s freedom to reap
Forever loyal
Nails in me deep
Never Stop Fighting
There’s freedom to reap
Forever loyal
Nails in me deep
I must tell you something I think you should know
Maintain a firm grip and there’s no letting go
The gift of freedom called democracy
Certainly has it’s nails dug deep in me
You’re stripped of salvation, won’t you recognize
The diplomatic defamation paralyze
Deprived of rights and raped of dignity
Oppression, suppression and tyranny
The Truth
Betrayed
The Free
Enslaved
Never Stop Fighting
There’s freedom to reap
Forever loyal
Nails in me deep
Never Stop Fighting
There’s freedom to reap
Forever loyal
Nails in me deep
A question of honour and integrity
Belief in the privilege of equality
Determination and presence of mind
The greatest justice in all of mankind
The day that the masses have authority
We will be lead by the majority
Escape from the grip held by those who betray
With passion to seize the American Way
The Truth
Betrayed
The Free
Enslaved
Never Stop Fighting
There’s freedom to reap
Forever loyal
Nails in me deep
Never Stop Fighting
There’s freedom to reap
Forever loyal
Nails in me deep