SextodecimoBongzilla
free jazz improvisation
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Давно сладжа никакого не было:)
Вот вам, британский сладж дум из Оксфорда.
Густой грязный звук двух гитар, ревущий бас, барабаные партии - то медленные, то срывающиеся до грайндкоровых бластбитов, то думовый грув, сопровождаемый гитарными аккордами а-ля Лос Натас,всё сыграно ахуенно.Вроде бы ничего нового, но так кайфово и разнообразно.Сыграно просто таки на физиологическом уровне, чувствуется живая сила этой музыки, искренность чувств и неимоверная злость.Вокалист орёт по классике, в духе Майка Уильямса)
Англичане сделали отличный продукт.
Очень-очень рекомендую.
Состав:
Steven Keyzor - вокал
Roo Bhasin - гитара
Oli Hewer - гитара
Humphrey Astley - бас
Tommy Longfellow - барабаны
Дискография:
2001-Demo
2002-Demo
2003-Demo
2003-The Banshee Screams for Buffalo Meat
тексты песен:
SOUNDPROOF MASK
There's a last time for everything,
But it needn't be now for fucking truth.
You have to be cruel to skin a cat,
So do not adjust your medium.
You are witnessing the first chapter
Of your very own cult prophecy.
The pages are stained with broadcast blood
And scarred with the tracks of 2D tanks.
For hundreds of years, they'll teach the young:
You have to be cruel to skin a cat.
Welcome to the 21st Century...
There is a soundproof mask under your seat.
Spastic in danger - needles and ankles.
Dark scabby night - deep junk veins.
Withered old lady - needles and eyes.
Twisted drug fight - screeching scumfuck.
Sea of piss - bladder infection.
Heavy loader - including bong and pipes.
Black lungs - pissing on sluts.
Whores sucking hard - twisted love.
Bong and pipes - drug fight.
Heavy loader - bong and pipes.
Welcome to the 21st Century...
We all take smack around here.
BETHLEHEM STEEL
So carry on, please, just take me there.
Do a little more, you have to be fair.
This world looks near, this world is broken,
That's why you know to carry on smoking.
"I wake up and paint on a smile,
Masturbate in the glass for a while,
Shoot my seed into the mind of every living vote."
This is a tragic ultimatum.
It is a cobweb revelation.
I am the acid in the apple,
Serpent of capitalist Eden.
"I know all your favourite words.
I spew them out and once they're heard,
They root themselves within the deepest fracturing of hope."
[Repeat chorus]
...And the serpent burns with Eve.
Finger on the button,
Dollars in the eyes,
Justice painted white,
Falling from the sky.
I need to go to the desert.
I need to rot in the sand.
"I sentence a killer to Death,
Summon up his final breath.
I don't even have to look into his dying eyes."
[Repeat chorus]
So carry on, please, just take me there.
Do a little more, you have to be fair.
This world looks near, this world is broken,
That's why you know to carry on smoking.
I need to go to the desert.
I need to rot in the sand.
THE DEATHWATCH
Drinking water, diluting venom.
Faking laughter, concealing nausea.
Body's vengeance for poison excess.
Slo-mo torture, hypnotic porcelain.
Writhing in the mania, speaking vomit code.
Weeping, like battered child, from every orifice.
Mourning the departure of all basic motor skills.
Waiting to be comatose - a welcome afterlife.
I hate my love of this decay...
[Repeat verse]
I know not why I never learn...
When the sunlight fills this stinking room,
Corpses stir within their infant tomb.
And although their bodies are revived,
They are unaware of how they died.
I thank my hazy memory...
- Опис
- sludge doom, UK
- Країна
- Велика Британія
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серпантинчики ... трубы)))))))
