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Martyr
« Feeding the Abscess »
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| 1 | Perpetual Healing (Infinite Pain) 05:32
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| | 2 | Lost in Sanity 04:56
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| | 3 | Feast of Vermin 03:37
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| | 4 | Interlude - Desolate Ruins (Instrumental) 01:02
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| | 5 | Havoc 03:35
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| | 6 | Nameless, Faceless, Neverborn 05:35
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| | 7 | Silent Science 04:28
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| | 8 | Felony 05:31
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| | 9 | Dead Horizon, Part I : Echoes of the Unseen 02:22
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| | 10 | Dead Horizon, Part II : Romancing Ghouls 02:35
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| | 11 | Dead Horizon, Part III : Stasis Field (Instrumental) 00:35
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| | 12 | Dead Horizon, Part IV : Shellshocked 03:01
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| | 13 | Brain Scan (Voivod cover) 05:31
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| | Total playing time: 48:24 |
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François Mongrain - Bass, vocals
Martin Carbonneau - Rhythm & lead guitar
Daniel Mongrain - Lead & rhythm guitars, vocals
Patrice Hamelin - Drums |
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Label: Galy Records
October 31st, 2006 |
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| 1. Perpetual Healing (Infinite Pain)
[Music: Daniel Mongrain, Lyric: Daniel Mongrain and Phillippe Papirakis]
Where are they gone,
all your hopes and your dreams?
Cheaply sold to icons of the rot.
A common cesspool of all our ideals
Repent!
In God we Trust
Buy low, sell high!
Cold, Nu |
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В одном из лучших форм-факторов современного умного дэта (последние 10-15 лет) сложно найти настолько же комплексный и цельный альбом как этот. Здесь каждый рифф подспудно отсылает к классике, и в то же время улучшает её через переосмысление. Уровень звукоизвлечения поставлен на ту ступень, где не всегда оказывался Чак (при всем к нему уважении), но где немало гостил в своё время один из канадских гитарных уничтожителей из начала 90-х. Стоит ли говорить, что почти все партии под метроном, но при этом властвует полиритмия и комплексное высекание.
Многочисленны контрапункты, которые разбивают композиции на мириады взаимосвязанных частей, где царит очень упругий дэтовый каркас и гармоническая раскованность. Это не современная (условно) поделка под классику, это современная классика в лучшем виде. Веер акцентированных партий и ударных фрагментов насыщает полотно максимально плотно, но в этом и кроется главное – выстроить единую цепочку, несмотря на клыкастые окончания некоторых композиций. Альбом композиционно строен, но в старошкольном понимании компонования аранжировок отличается немалой сбивчивостью и резкостью, с холмиками изрядно пульсирующего баса, что не зацепит рядовых слушателей, но стилевых гиков заставит приятно зажмуриться.
Этот альбом – не только музыка, но и явление, хоть межстилевое, хоть внестилевое, но за всей этой мишурой кроется крепкий музыкальный материал экстра-класса и душа, куда же без неё. |
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Martyr – одна из самых грамотных и технически подкованных команд в современном прогрессивном дэт-метале. Правда, знают о канадцах, как правило, только сами ценители техно-дэта. До сих пор ни одной их работе по своему значению так и не удавалось выйти за рамки этого специфического стиля. Причем тенденция эта от альбома к альбому только крепла: первый диск Martyr был относительно понятным и гармоничным, но уже на следующем «Warp Zone» канадцы взяли курс на усложнение музыки. Вышедший четыре года назад «Feeding the Abscess» стал третьим номерным альбомом команды и, на данный момент, последним. Martyr стал быстрей и запутанней. Martyr стал сдержанней и суше: это отразилось даже на звуке – сухом, жестком, совсем даже не дэтовом, а скорее трэш-металическом. Martyr интригует: что скрывается за калейдоскопом ритмов и сбивок? Как оказывается – не так много. Едва привыкаешь к инструментальной акробатике «Feeding the Abscess» и начинаешь искать в музыке то, что должно было послужить стимулом к ее созданию – живые эмоции, мысль, идею – альбом перестает быть интересным. Примерно как однажды решенный кроссворд. А лучшим на диске оказывается, как ни странно, идущая последней кавер-версия прог-трэшеров Voivod. Она, как мне кажется, в жестком и отточенном дэтовом воплощении стала лучше даже самого оригинала. Я не хочу умалять заслуг Martyr. Сложность их музыки действительно отличает разумность и мера. Каким бы путанным не казался «Feeding the Abscess», прописан он едва ли не ювелирно: ни малейшего намека на перегруженность лишними деталями в музыке не наблюдается. Это восхищает и завораживает. И все же на этом плюсы современного Martyr заканчиваются. Даже если вы любили когда-то работы Death / Atheist / Sadist, это еще не повод заглядываться на «Feeding the Abscess». Этот альбом покажется либо рафинированным, либо бессмысленно техничным и беспощадно быстрым. Не знаю, хотели ли сами музыканты добиться от материала чего-то кроме? Если да, оценка… |
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Nothing can keep me here!
Nothing...
Crack a line in my face,
Look into me.
As light and sound tear me asunder
All you will see... an empty shell
Tyrant!
You're the cattle
You're the butcher
No longer can I see
Perched here within me
I ponder and assemble myself
Like a puzzle, a psychic conundrum
Whilst my mind continues to flee
And I am lost in my retreat
Perpetual Healing...
Infinite Pain!
-Coup de Thйatre-
A miasmal tragedy
I wear the mask of normalcy
Far be it for to upset
Your reality
But I must, and so I become
Perpetual Healing
Infinite Pain
[Lead : Daniel Mongrain]
My soul... Petrified
Revealing myself... Open wide
Judgment will be my pride
For wasting my life
Perpetual Healing...
Infinity, Pain!
2. Lost In Sanity
[Music: Dan Mongrain and Martin Carbonneau, Lyrics: Francois Mongrain and Phillipe Papirakis]
-We are lost in sanity;-
-We have lost insanity-
[Inspired by Don Quixote de La Mancha]
A restless wind turns
As troubled waters churn
Blind vision unfurls anon
With the mantle of prophecy
Battling sailless windmills [x2]
Peons his peers
As he to they may appear
The paragon of trickery
Upon the altar of ignominy
Battling sailless windmills
And the lisp of cherished lips
Lifts the lilt of idiocracy
His raiment of white
Tainted black with hypocrisy
Hating the hated, hateful of hatred
Reflecting an eye to see
Through the veil of mediocrity
A silver tongue wagging
To pretensions visionary
Splits the tangent with sermons of perfidy
And so now forked, swallowed and choked
Retched back for a new soliloquy
"Sanity may be madness
But maddest of all is
To see life as it is
And not as it should be"
[Lead - Dan Mongrain]
His face a polished mask
Cracks a line in the glass
Reflecting back
So the eye can now see
Through the veil of
Mediocrity
Battling sailless windmills [x2]
For he is no more than they
To him becoming fair prey
Even if he so aspires
Entombed in lofty spires
Battling sailless windmills
A soul riddled with scars
With the mien of mortuaries
To the bitter pride
Of tuberculosis
Hating the hated
Hateful of hatred
Reflecting an eye to see
Through the veil of mediocrity
Perched above so high
Air alone to impress
Self-serving
And vainglorious
Waiting for praise.
3. Feast of Vermin
[Music - Francois Mongrain, Collaboration - Dan Mongrain, Lyrics - Francois Mongrain & Phillipe Papirakis]
-Usurpers, they uprooted the-
-Very foundation of freedom-.
-Now all that remains is a-
-Pointless human race - first -
-come, first served - the prize -
-is a lifetime as a slave with -
-nothing more to be gained. -
A taste of virtue
The bile threatening to erupt
Cough it up, cough it up
A guest of honor
At the greatest banquet
Now smile and shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up!
Time is running out
The vermin have arrived
They know, They know, They know...
They know how to tell you to bow
How they tell you to show
What they wanted to see
They know how to tell you to bow
How they tell you to know
What they want you to know
Wine and dine upon
Finest rat anal tract
Gobble down twin servings of brain
They know...
How to tell you to bow
How they tell you to show
What they wanted to see
They know how to tell you to bow
How they tell you to know
What they want you to know
Politics have no place here
Theirs is not a vulgar crown
For after all you'd just tell
Them you're wrong
And they would toast
Your good taste for company
Dessert was served
Before you even arrived
They beg your pardon
Put you in the cauldron
Rat - Poison, Mousetrap
Rodent supreme
The feast of vermin [x4]
4. Interlude - Desolate Ruins
[Music - Francois Mongrain, Lead - Francois Mongrain]
[Instrumental]
5. Havoc
[Music: Francois Mongrain, Lyrics: Phillipe Papirakis & Francois Mongrain]
-Delusion drowning me in a sea -
-Of self doubt awakening fury -
-Emptiness nourishes me -
-Cannibalizing my essence for -
-Sustenance -
Becoming the night
Breaking it down
Crawling the recess
Expediting all
Rejecting my substance
Sustaining my wants
Everything and nothing at all
Rattle, rattle, rattle
Pushing deeper into myself
Mourning the passing of intolerance
Serpents caged within their lair
Gorgoneion's stare reflecting vanity
Graven in Medusa's eyes
My ego once in disguise
My deepest fears screaming at me
Rattle, rattle, rattle
Pushing deeper into myself
[Lead - Martin Carbonneau & Dan Mongrain, Violin theme - Antoine Bareil]
6. Nameless, Faceless, Neverborn
[Music - Dan Mongrain & Martin Carbonneau, Lyrics - Dan Mongrain & Phillipe Papirakis]
-A tormented soul sentenced to die-
-Haunted by the sins of life-
All is sacrificed
For a moment's time
The blink of an eye -
Thousands of lives
Almost dead, but not quite
The shadow of a past
Never left behind
Rising
From the time of torment
When all
All I am is now
Forgotten
[Lead: Martin Carbonneau]
The blink of a star
Thousands of suns
Sentenced to exile
Estranged from all kin
For naught but the semblance
Of indifference
La haine est un amour intense
[Lead: Dan Mongrain]
Alien pulse, entombed in pain
Distorting space, compressing time
Nameless, Faceless, Neverborn
Impaled by the
Rising
From the time of torment
When all
All I am is now
Forfeit
7. Silent Science
[Music - Dan Mongrain, Collaboration - Francois Mongrain, Lyrics: Francois Mongrain & Phillipe Papirakis]
-Much too easy to learn -
-The rules of the game -
-To rule their domain -
A world deceived by science
Leaving nothing but silence
Devoid of passion and truth
Roaring drunk on the absolute
Frailty from a subconscious mind
Mortality made absurd
Roaring drunk on the absolute
Ignorance personified
My genius is primal fury
...Circus animal
Acerbic truth spawns
Liposcelis corrodens
Worming through to the cerebrum
Growing fat on dormant neurons
And the illusion of reason
Devouring shades of vision
Betraying thought with delusion
Ignorance personified
My genius is primal fury
...Circus animal
Bowing down to false leaders
I'm the consequence
Who is the king and who is the fool?
Bowing low to buffoons
So naive
My splendor is the pallor
Of your failed reality
[Lead: Martin Carbonneau]
Devoid of passion and truth
Leaving nothing but science
Disassembling the absolute
Reveling in violence
A world deceived by silence
In silence
8. Felony
[Music - Dan Mongrain, Lyrics - Francois Mongrain & Phillipe Papirakis]
-All who so thirst for power-
-Fail to see how swift it devours...-
Oh faithless arrogance
Thou hast amended the souls
Of all they who be brave...
And so dost thou beseech all
Wearing away the spirit, the flame
Those who would rise
Hide 'neath all the lies
And they who would call
Praise their fatality...
Crawling, they, as larvae.
Insipid, arrogance,
Leaving the valiant
Perfidy, hearsay,
Assailing the ardent
Discrete revolts
Abstract word
Bravery fulminated
Stagnant larvae
Truth drawn from the waters of chance
Lust for power, pointless, ignorant
With all the grandeur of entropy
Questioning faith, place your bets
Waxen feathers, raising stakes
A lament of praise,
The tears of an angel
The illusion of glory never to exist
Imperfect perfection
Perfectly imperfect
Forfeiting desire
Perennial quest
Never to begin
[Lead - Dan Mongrain]
Acerbically stoic
Ineptly lucid
Fanatic felons
Heroic cowardice
Jail of flesh
Nets of woven nerves
Ditches of blood
Time's ball and chain
Those who would rise
Hide 'neath all the lies
And they who would call
Praise their fatality...
Crawling, they, as larvae...
9. Dead Horizon Part I - Echoes of the Unseen
[Music - Martin Carbonneau, Dan Mongrain, Collaboration - Patrice Hamelin, Lyrics: Phillipe Papirakis]
-Empty, macabre, a puppet to -
-Reason, dancing with the filaments -
-Of rage, empty, Macabre, -
-Condemned for treason, dying -
-For the passing of an age -.
Time, Since, Sleep, Mind,
Mouth, Eyes, Sound, Waves, Rest
Rise the falling moon
A dead horizon
Cells, Rot, Shells, Shock,
Self, Rage, Truth, Stale, Slave
No need to fear, Eyes tightly shut
Stare from the looking glass
The dead grinning wide
Forgetting you are blind
10. Dead Horizon Part II - Romancing Ghouls
[Music: Francois Mongrain, Collaboration: Dan Mongrain, Lyrics: Phillipe Papirakis]
No shadows sail these seas
No specter roams these shores
Suppressed memories
Of a past aeon
Suspended in stasis field
Of coma
Black wings beat
Instead of a heart
Provoking howling winds
To stir up the maggots
In the steepled jowls
Of romancing ghouls
Screaming to deadened skies
Where Armageddon fell
And blared a last farewell
An inkling to blink
Breath is choked out
Smothered in basest black
[Lead: Martin Carbonneau]
Fear, Scythed
Gouged out the eyes
Unable to see outside schemes
Of absolution
Self-sacrament without a savior
Spoken in tongues
Forking in treachery
11. Dead Horizon Part III - Stasis Field (Instrumental)
[Music - Dan Mongrain]
[Instrumental]
12. Dead Horizon Part IV - Shellshocked
[Music - Francois Mongrain, Dan Mongrain and Martin Carbonneau, Lyrics : Phillipe Papirakis]
Eyes tightly shut,
Mind open wide
Shell of shocked life.
Truth held concealed.
[Violin lead - Antoine Bareil]
Fear, Regret, Pain, Agony,
Choking, Cold, Void, Emptiness,
Torment, Slave, Trapped,
Paralyzed, Alone, Spent,
Drained, Dead.
13. Brain Scan
[Voivod Cover]
[Music and Lyrics: Voivod, Bassline played by Jean Yves "Blacky" Theriault]
No sun for the grey children
Waiting to catch the strange
Airy notions of that place
Now their evolutions
Means their brain mutations
The wider is the comprehension
The deeper and stronger is the illusion
They're no more material
Since they're invisible
High pressure inside me
Erasure, I'm empty
With their talk, they fill me
Now I walk, so brainy
Who's in my head, hiding themselves
It hurts me so, it's a brain scan
Who's it instead, instead myself
I hate it so, it's a brain scan
Creeping in your double mind
There's nothing they can't find
You've lost all your energy
Not able to set you free
They will own you just like me
Just like me, just like me...
High pressure inside me
Erasure, I'm empty
With their talk, they fill me
Now I walk, so brainy
Some times I feel
Their cold presence
Checking my mind, it's a brain scan
Sometimes my soul
Can't reach a sense
This head is mine, it's a brain scan
Don't ask 'em to give a break
You can't even close the gate
Passing through both hemispheres
Searching in all memories
Knowing what's inside of me
Side of me, side of me....
Perceptive entity
Emotive synergy
Hyper-detection
Suck out the reason
Is there something I could feel
Translucid language
Reflect the new age
Words are a limitation
Locking me out of my skull
Something without physical
Disturbing my frequency
Terminate identity
Out of me, out of me...
[In Memory of Denis D'amour]