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Bad Religion
  Биография: Отцы калифорнийского панка Bad Religion - одна из наиболее крупных фигур в истории панка и в тоже время один из самых коммерчески успешных американских панк-проектов. Серьезные и осмысленные тексты их песен, в которых речь часто идет о религии, политике, философии, экологии, выделяют BR из толпы их музыкальных подражателей. Вместе с Black Flag и Descendents, BR сделали Южную Калифорнию очагом панк-культуры, откуда впоследствии вышло немало классных команд, а гитарист оригинального состава группы, Брэтт Гуревич (Brett Gurewitz) в настоящее время владелец самого крупного и известного панк-лэйбла в мире - Epitaph Records. Вот уже более 20 лет BR являются одной из самых замечательных и интересных групп, продолжая радовать своих поклонников новыми альбомами.История образования BR уходит в далекий 76-ой год, когда будущий фронтмэн группы и уроженец штата Висконсин, Грег Граффин (Greg Graffin) переехал со своей семьей в Сан-Фернандо, штат Калифорния. Молодой Грег быстро попал под влияние тинэйджерской культуры тех мест и вскоре оказался вовлечен в набирающее силу панк-движение. В 79-ом Грег и его школьный товарищ Брэтт Гуревич (по кличке "Mr. Brett") основывают Bad Religion. Кроме них в оригинальный состав BR вошли: Джей Бентли (Jay Bentley) - бас и Джэй Зискроут (Jay Ziskrout) - ударные. В начале 81-го года группа своими силами записывает дебютный EP под названием " Bad Religion" и выпускает его на собственном лэйбле Epitaph Records, специально созданном для этой цели. Сменив барабанщика на Питера Финстоуна (Peter Finestone), BR записывают в 82-ом году первый полноформатный альбом "How Could Hell Be Any Worse", который продюссировал Jim Mankey. Альбом был продан в количестве 10 000 копий менее чем за год. Вскоре после выхода этого диска группа начинает экспериментировать с синтезаторами, и их следующий релиз " Into the Unknown", вышедший в 83-ем, содержит мягкий мелодичный рок с обилием клавиш и без всяких намеков на панк-рок. Фэны страшно разочарованы откровенно провальной пластинкой, а музыканты решаются на роспуск группы: Грег и Питер возвращаются к учебе в колледже, а Джей Бентли присоединяется к Wasted Youth, а позднее переходит в TSOL. Читать дальшеВ 84-ом Граффин приезжает в Лос-Анжелес, где какое-то время сотрудничает с Грегом Хетсоном (Greg Hetson), гитаристом Circle Jerks, с которыми ранее BR время от времени выступали на концертах. Вскоре BR вновь собираются: возвращается Питер Финстоун, приходит новый басист Тим Галлегос (Tim Gallegos), а Хетсон становится гитаристом. В этом составе в 85-ом году группа записывает мини-альбом "Back to the Known", который получается несколько более медленным нежели ранний материал BR, но стилистически это все тот же панк-рок. С выходом этого диска в группу вновь приходит Брэтт Гуревич и старый басист Бентли, а три года спустя, в 88-ом выходит "Suffer", признанный журналами Maximum Rock'N'Roll и Flipside "альбомом года".
Следующие пластинки " No Control" ('89) и "Against The Grain" ('90) делают BR одной из самых популярных панк-групп в США. Их фирменный стиль: гармоничный вокал Грега, скоростные гитарные мелодии и дробь барабанов был взят на вооружение многими последователями, первыми из которых стали группы Pennywise и NOFX, чьи альбомы, спродюссированные Брэттом, вышли в 91-ом на Epitaph и принесли этим группам ошеломляющий успех. В 91-ом Питер уходит в Fisherman, а его место за барабанной установкой занимает Бобби Шайер (Bobby Schayer). Годом же раньше, в 90-ом BR выпустили альбом "80-85", который представлял собой сборник ранних песен группы с первых альбомов (исключение составляет только "Into The Unknown", песни с него не переиздовались, а сам диск является большим раритетом). В 92-ом выходит "Generator", немного мрачный и чуть более медленный альбом, после чего BR окончательно получают статус супер-панкзвезд - особенно группа популярна в Европе, где собирает полные стадионы. Годом позже, в 93-ем, выходит " Recipe For Hate" - еще более медленный с отходом от традиционного панк-рока альбом, который был отвергнут многими давними поклонниками группы во многом из-за песни "American Jesus", где на подпевках выступил Эдди Веддер (Eddie Vedder), вокалист Perl Jam. Не стало неожиданностью последующее подписание контракта BR с Atlantic Records, которые переиздали "Recipe For Hate" и все диски BR вплоть до 2000 года выходили там же. В 94-ом появляется " Stranger Than Fiction", альбом не менее сильный нежели релизы начала 90-ых, который заставил критиков, заговоривших о продажности группы, замолчать. В работе над диском, который по признанию группы стал первым стилистически чистым альбом со времен "Against The Grain", поучаствовали такие колоритные личности как Уэйн Крамер (ex-MC5) и Тим Армстронг (Rancid). Вскоре после выхода "Stranger Than Fiction" Брэтт Гуревич покидает BR, чтобы полностью посвятить себя стремительно развивающейся Epitaph Records, его заменил Брайан Бэйкер (Brian Baker, ех-Minor Threat, Dag Nasty, Junkyard) с которым и был записан новый диск " The Gray Race" ('96), жесткий и агрессивный альбом, спродюссированный Риком Окашеком (Ric Ocasek). Чуть позже, в томже 96-ом году Граффин выпускает свой соло-альбом "American Lesion", сильно отличающийся от творчества BR. В 98-ом BR записывают альбом " No Substance" параллельно с защитой Грегом докторской диссертации по эволюционной биологии в Cornell University. Выход диска был отмечен серией концертов в небольших клубах, а затем выступлением в качестве хэдлайнеров на Warped Tour 98. С выходом " The New America" (2000, продюсер Todd Rundgren) закончился контракт с Atlantic Records на запись 4х альбомов. К слову, на диске присутствовал трэк "Believe It", сочиненный и записанный с Гуревичем. В этом же году парни возвращаются на Epitaph. В 2001-ом BR Бобби тяжело заболевает и группа остается без барабанщика. Серьезная потеря, но вскоре на его место приходит Брукс Вакерман (Suicidal Tendencies, Vandals). В 2002-ом, после 6 лет отлучения, в группу возвращается Брэтт Гуревич, вместе с которым записывается " The Process Of Belief". Альбом после некоторых не совсем успешных дисков периода Atlantic Records получился на редкость удачным, весьма долгое время продержавшись на вершине Billboard's Top 100 Alternative. Летом 2004-го выходит последний на данный момент альбом " The Empire Strikes First". Отличная работа калифорнийских ветеранов, которая в очередной раз подтвердила статус нестареющих панк-звезд. [свернуть]  Годы молодости и легендарный CBGB's Дискография: 1981 - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (CBR 320)  1982 - Into The Unknown (CBR 320)  1988 - Suffer (CBR 320)  1989 - No Control (CBR 320)  1990 - Against The Grain (CBR 320)  1992 - Generator (CBR 320)  1993 - Recipe For Hate (CBR 320)  1994 - Stranger Than Fiction (CBR 320)  1996 - The Gray Race (CBR 320)  1997 - Tested (CBR 320)  iFolder.ru 1998 - No Substance (CBR 320)  2000 - The New America (CBR 320)  2002 - The Process Of Belief (CBR 320)  2004 - The Empire Strikes First (CBR 320)  2007 - New Maps Of Hell (CBR 320)  2010 - The Dissent Of Men (VBR V0)  LyricsThe Day The Earth Stalled
Do you remember when we were young, adventure had no end? Those were the days my friend. But I’m not talking about that at all. Do you remember when you marred my future with a sickly parasitic pall? That was the day that the earth stalled. That was the day the earth stalled. That was the day the earth stalled. Friction, bonds, and gravity, all harmonic motion ceased. Life itself could not maintain from that singularity. Try to withstand a magnetic storm with no one to keep you warm. Waiting for the rest to fall, since the day that the earth stalled. That was the day the earth stalled. Since the day that the earth stalled. On that day that the earth stalled. That was the day the earth stalled. Only Rain Hey scientist please save us from our rainy days because your counterpart in the magic art is manufacturing judgment day there's a fell wind blowing out of the east bringing famine drought and plague well now at least that's what they say Rain fell like judgment across my windowpane said it fell like judgment But it was only rain well I know what's wrong and I know what's right and I know that evil exists sure as day turns into night when a man gets down on his knees to pray you know he'll find what he is able but chances are he'll find it either way Rain fell like judgment across my windowpane said it fell like judgment But it was only rain oh lord have mercy on a humble man lost in the wilderness without a guiding hand Rain fell like judgment across my windowpane said it fell like judgment But it was only rain Rain fell like judgment across my windowpane said it fell like judgment But it was only rain The Resist Stance Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door If you nourish them and water them they'll grow into a healthy what for? And if revolution isn't what's in store How can you care anymore? It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalist You're an archetype, that they can pin to the wall When you cling to all convictions like a farm animal in its stall Never thinking of the bigger world outside As they take you for a ride It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip Because passion unabated can be readily conflated as belligerence It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift The spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip And the verdict won't be kind 'cuz they're desperate for a viable alternative Take a stance. The Resist stance. Won't Somebody Out in the cold like a bundle of coal little packets of darkness wanting to glow well there's nobody home and there's a wreck in the yard well maybe they're coming back if we wish really hard If we wish real hard now Won't somebody please come up with something ‘cuz jesus just don't seem to be impartially working And all of the rest are really down in the ratings so everyone is gonna keep on waiting Waiting for peace at the end of the street back behind our apartment and in passenger seats just a moment of bliss amid all of the waste the despair and oblivion of our precarious race it's ours to face now Won't somebody please come up with something cuz jesus just don't seem to be impartially working and all of the rest are really down in the ratings so everyone is gonna keep on waiting Now I know nothing lasts forever so we might as well wish for a goddam fix of this toxic changing weather Won't somebody come up with something cuz Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working and all of the others can barely stay in the running but everyone is still right here waiting Won’t somebody please come up with something Won’t somebody please come up with something Won’t somebody please The Devil in Stitches Hey angels fall down without warning Cherry lipstick on their teeth and all dangerous curves She had a bullet proof mind and big pawn shop eyes And nothing you could say would get to her So don't look homeward angel from that rumble seat I can strum twice and make it all go away We'll tap every last drop until that beating stops And let the devil come join us dancing Across the yellow sun We'll run Because the devil in stitches only has his fun Performing for the chosen one We can run She was living on the edge of a knife His head was filled with restless ghosts It's so easy to love a bringer of destruction She said darling "I love you madly" Black tear stained cheeks behind her shattered window Prayin' for a song to save her life I had a paperback crime running straight down my spine And let the devil come join us dancing Across the yellow sun We'll run while devil in stitches goes and has his fun Performing for the chosen one We can run Wild in the street like a formal procession of love and deceit I will carry you home like a bride from the wreckage Here's your punch drunk cupid knocked clean out of his senses I know he drove her out to the brink That's where they stood and looked down Right then he made a decision That's where they made a division Declaring war on the weather A reckless pact with forever So come on and sing Sing hallelujah Right now Pride and the Pallor Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash and he bid them all to do his every deed. When he was a kid he was treated just the same so he hid his feelings from the family. Lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy. Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s charade. But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell. What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. But the pride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matron silently prays. Junior resented the tradition they upheld and it ate him up inside most every day. Silence was golden and they kept him to his word. So bewildered when he finally ran away. Oh, obligations never cease. Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace. Yeah, Papa and his family always on parade. Passing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s charade. But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell. What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. But the pride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matron silently prays. “Get me out of here, someone’s got to save the day.” The children are reminded to do it for the daddy’s sake. And happiness is ever so far, far away. Yeah, lost as an island out at sea. Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy. Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s charade. It’s just a sick calamity that fatherhood made, but time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell. What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. Still, the pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays. Wrong Way Kids stop them from shimmering away on blank sidewalk glittering asphalt somewhere summer days the wrong way kids were something more than friends navigating a sprawl without end Did you ever want to take bad advice did you ever want to go and take it twice do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence right you are my friend so what’s wrong with them there go the wrong way kids singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh and they call them the wrong way kids The kids today are gone away petitioning the dust with nobody to look up to because they're looking up to us just misfit melancholy dregs gone lost in the mall wanderers to nowhere at all Did you ever want to take bad advice did you ever want to go and take it twice do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence right you are my friend so what’s wrong with them there go the wrong way kids singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh and they call them the wrong way kids Meeting of the Minds In 325, the Council devised a set of sacred testaments, transparent and wise. The truth is only ever relied on that which we agree and abide. At the meeting of the minds. Reading of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives. We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light. In old Tennessee, the last century. All scopes were fixed on legal tricks and whether or not we should teach kids natural philosophy, despite uncomfortable verity. At the meeting of the minds. Reading of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives. We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light. There’s a beacon that shines in the night, a dark pitch though it may be. And the halcyon fields of opportunity turn out to be consensual and arbitrary. Today on my ride I witnessed a guy complaining about how a so-and-so had lied. No longer will the market decide what the government should provide. At the meeting of the minds. Sign of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives. We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light. Someone to Believe Dark, frozen, hibernation held at bay as your mind, left behind, lost another day. But finally there’s someone to believe. Anti-social boredom is all the rage but the time comes when you gotta turn the page and then finally there’s someone to believe. And there’s no call to sell your soul or confess or drop down to your knees. Who, what, or where made you change your mind? Doesn’t matter anymore ‘cuz you’ve seen a sign. And now finally there’s someone to believe. Searching for the answer’s a lonely quest but the act is liable to bring out your best. And then finally there’s someone to believe. And you find out the baggage that you discarded, you didn’t even need. No one can deny a return to form irrespective of the morass, shame, and scorn. But then finally there’s someone to believe. Ready to emerge and direct your fate as the self-determination radiates because finally there’s someone to believe. And it feels like the spring equinox after a long winter’s sleep. Finally, there’s someone to believe. Avalon As the sun comes creeping up the mountain and the wind blows over from the sea. Hey, we’re brought into this land like tiny particles of sand, unsure of who we’re smarter than, or what we’re meant to be. Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and collect like their victims in the bowl. The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains. While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul. And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong. The past is old and gone. It’s best to move along and find your Avalon. Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy, just take the paved road right to paradise. But the truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends. Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies. The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and they pound like boulders on the brain. All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone, careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame. And it’s no . . . it’s no use thinking that you’re wrong. The past is old and gone. It’s best to move along and find your Avalon. So now the day races from the twilight. How the fields are enveloped by the shade. And the story that you’ll tell, inventory of your well, crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed. And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong. The past is dead and gone. It’s best to move along and find your Avalon. It’s best to hurry on and find your Avalon. Cyanide well let me bend your ear because I'm never really there when shadows turns to light and hope into despair there was an only one but the broody skies above brought down a shameful stain and not a single drop of cleaning rain let me say oh oh well there's no place left to hide oh oh from the loneliness inside the road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions and missin' you is like kissin' Cyanide Well in this world of things one of them is lost I've been it in my dreams but not without a cost down a lonely street it was our destiny to meet nobody asked you twice we found purchase then with no requite - nothing nice oh oh well there's no place left to hide oh oh from the loneliness inside the road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions and missin' you is like kissin' Cyanide Would you believe in something good that's so wrong and have you worshiped our invention I've paid my debt in coin and sweat with trifling hesitation because the road to you is paved with good intentions oh oh well there's no place left to hide oh oh from the loneliness inside the road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions and missin' you is like kissin' Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Cyanide Turn Your Back On Me I've been searching for so long now the search party is gone won't somebody tell me what the hell went wrong we started out so strong I never wanted to hurt you I didn't plan to desert you I couldn't possibly express how much I care So turn your back on me Come on turn your back on me To survive turn your back on me we're the same as far as I can see so come on turn your back on me If I could I would stand outside myself And pretend that I was looking back at somebody else If I could do it again would I merely defend it all to the end? or do the ends justify themselves? I never wanted to hurt you I didn't plan to desert you I couldn't possibly express how much I care So turn your back on me Come on turn your back on me To survive turn your back on me we're the same as far as I can see so come on turn your back on me Ad Hominem See all people in Afghanistan praying to the gods and living in the sand. Somebody’s gonna have to set them free, nobody hears the call or command. But it’s a long way to Harlem, and a long stretch to the king of Siam. And if you don’t have a penny, why should I give a damn? Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am? Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am. See all the suckers in the handout line living on scraps and they don’t have a dime. Waiting for endless charity devoid of any sense of posterity. Well there’s no Great Depression and there’s no Great Society. And only few go to heaven, all the rest are damned and free. Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am? Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am. I’m just a soft-cover version of a much harder tale. A walking resemblance of ruts in the trail. Is it possible to divide your ideas and beliefs. Ideas and beliefs. Ideas and beliefs from the people that you don’t like? Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am? Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am. Where The Fun Is smacked back tarmac stars are scars of fame in the place where no one knows me by my name where tar pit drips its drilled out vein and fashion trips on tangled skein If you need to slake that aching in your brain This is where the fun is this is where the fun is In the shadow of the valley where the nights are warm we will fear no evil when we get things done tap in - into the vain we'll road trip & raise Cain down on the nickel with a flame in the rain This is where the fun is This is where the fun is This is where the fun is This is where the fun is so jump in - into the frame we're laughin' to hide the pain it's not a riddle we're all a little, a little amazed This is where the fun is This is where the fun is This is where the fun is This is where the fun is I Won't Say Anything He looked just like a zookeeper in a human zoo so I said hey man how the hell did they get to you don't you know us animals need something to do then I flew that's when he said hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything hey, I can't deny it, but I won’t say anything unless you ask it right I took my mean machine to the sacramental post some kid had spilled his wine on the holiest host and I said ain’t it funny that machines need a ghost he made a toast that's when he said hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything hey, I can't deny it, but I won’t say anything unless you ask it right riding to the cemetery in a righteous limousine I plied the grim proprietor with milk and tangerines and I said so you're short but are you brutish and mean then he screamed that's when he said hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything hey, I can't deny it, but I won’t say anything unless you ask it right [свернуть]  rusfolder Ссылки: Myspace Официальный сайт Last.fm Wikipedia Полная дискография на рутреккере Видео[свернуть] Последний раз редактировалось Эрис; 18.12.2013 в 06:15. |
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Re: Bad Religion
http://dailyjokeonline.com/funvideo.html
Лов энд респект! Они просто лэджэндс! И мну не нравцца, что некоторым моим знакомым они не нравяцц токк изза названиЙА!. |
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vinyl 7"
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Ответ: Bad Religion
Грег Грэффин получил от Гарвардского университета награду за "культурный хуманизм". Што это за хуита можете у меня не спрашивать, ведать не ведаю, но в честь столь знаменательного события расщедрился на аудиоинтервью, где он пиздит за жизнь, панкроке и биологию.
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альтернативно одаренный
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Re: Bad Religion
 Bad Religion - 1988 - Suffer |
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Банка Санникова
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Re: Bad Religion
http://community.livejournal.com/ru_...ily/55074.html
http://russview.ru/main/31-bad-religion.html Православіе! Канонічность! ЖыДыъ! \o |
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Re: Bad Religion
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 хоча да, весело
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сдохни или умри
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Re: Bad Religion
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Нема чого робити людям.
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всё
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Да не посмеет хуй чужой гнобить мой путь. Мой выбор.
Я вынесу ему еблищи, нахуй, иль опущу. Али сорвусь в фальцет брутальный и доказать ему смогу какой он сам провальный. А хуй другой пусть мне не смеет запрещать Гнобить его, ебланский путь, и ценностей коросты Нельзя свободу зажимать - гнобить хочу хуя - гноблю. Ведь это очень просто. |
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vinyl 12"
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Смеха ради называй еще троих. Цитата:
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Давай, любовь и добро это охуенно. |
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