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Rating: There are artists whose early works are unanimously considered the best because they are the most original and genuine. On the other hand, some artists create their most beautiful works later in their careers, as their beginnings are characterized by an embryonic and interlocutory style. Between The Buried And Me belong to the latter group, and "The Silent Circus" (2003), their second album, confirms this.
However, some clarifications must be made: the group's career is still quite short, as their beginnings date back only to the start of the new millennium; in addition, there have been numerous lineup changes, and currently, singer Tommy Giles Rogers and guitarist Paul Waggoner are the only remaining founding members, so it can be hypothesized that the musicians who then gravitated around the Rogers-Waggoner core were not the most suitable. However, it must also be specified that the band has already fully reached artistic maturity: in fact, "Alaska" (2005) and "Colors" (2007) are two excellent works, the peaks of their discography, probably even of the future one. Something that cannot be said for "The Silent Circus": in it, the band's style (using complex prog-style compositions in service of the most extreme metal) is recognizable, but it is still raw and edgy, as much as the term can be in such a musical context.
Starting with Rogers' voice: growl and screaming are not very impactful, and the vocalist often tends to yell inconsistently. The clean vocal parts also leave much to be desired, and in this regard, one should listen to the ballad "(Shevanel Take 2)", which is rather mediocre, to witness an uncertain vocal performance, almost timid, not very persuasive. The best tracks, those that convince about the talent of the North Carolina band, are "Mordecai" and "As A Dglgmut", which, thanks to continuous changes in atmospheres and sudden melodic bursts, are indicative of their future remarkable achievements. As for the rest, apart from the melodic interlude of the diptych "Reaction/ (Shevanel Take 2)", a very technical and convoluted death metal dominates, but at the same time also tight and corrosive, often on the verge of certain grindcore. It is undoubtedly a genre that forms the basis of the band's music, but it is not yet fully developed and is therefore lacking in truly memorable ideas. Additionally, the use of keyboards and electronics, which will play an important role in subsequent albums, is very sporadic and marginal.
Conclusion: keeping in mind that BTBAM's style is not at all simple and requires more than superficial listening to be appreciated, for those who have never heard them and intend to get to know them, I advise against letting this album be the first impression, as it is a work essentially of consideration and can be misleading. Forewarned is forearmed...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Lost Perfection: b) Anablephobia (03:01)
Clowns now appear. They are all carrying knives and cups of gasoline.
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03 Camilla Rhodes (04:49)
This moment is set. Let's make magic.
You're the #1 girl; it's time to stay at the top.
This is the song of the year. We just recorded your orgasm.
The music isn't shit anymore; your sexual vibe carries across the land.
Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this shit.
Everyone has been waiting for this moment; for this song.
This song of the year: �sexy, smooth, yet sophisticated.�
The music isn't shit. It's all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE.
Fuck your song, you're looking good. We just recorded your orgasm,
And the money is rolling in.
Alone, afraid, smile glued bright. Feeling so dirty,
Sexed up by human eyes. An �artist� washed over, pulled under.
The moment is set, let's make magic.
You're the #2 girl; it's time to kill for the top.
Lets show this song of the year. We videotaped your orgasm.
The music was never shit, we lied, we lied as you lay�
Drained, tired, and robbed of your self-expression�
You're a toy, a toy for lust and greed.
Insecure depression, the mirrors are laughing at us.
Trying to be sexy queen, trying to be darling.
You've pounded in her little head like daddy wants to pound you.
Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this shit.
Makeup, bras, and lingerie no need for this algebra.
Family dinners silent, speaking only to ourselves.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
04 Mordecai (05:47)
Asleep mid-sentence the words fell apart.
No one is listening anyway.
This day will soon turn black and my �wants and needs�
Will spill on my burning ashes.
I learned to be selfish today�
I learned to be alive.
These things I care for are for
My personal gain and my personal happiness only.
Why should I sit in your chairs and satisfy your standards.
I've done it all before and I've confused my self
A thousand times.
The tragic day that I call morality
Just doesn't do it for me anymore.
No more choices, just standing in the cold.
The day will turn black and I will have either lived or died.
Asleep mid-sentence- my words fall to the ground.
Swept into this dreamland.
Economic satisfaction, never succeed.
But happiness has its place.
Justice will not lie in your corner.
Throw myself in the corner
I have nothing to complain about here.
A tragic day seems too peaceful to most,
Spoiled ambitions turned my heart to black.
Living dreams, loving dreams,
Awakening to what I've always dreamt of.
Living dreams, loving dreams,
Awakening to what I've always dreamt of.
The familiar sound, the familiar sound of
The lovely love from the love of my life
Will keep the notes coming.
From the reciting of the show,
From the plip and the shevanel,
From the grind that annoys,
And the sarcasm they all hate�
07 Ad a Dglgmut (07:38)
(nonsense)
I thought it was strange when all this shot into my mind driving,
It's weird how this enclosed space makes me think so clearly...
So free!
I wish all hours were so relaxing.
Thinking of the next noise, making up the next noise.
I wish all hours were so relaxing.
Thinking of the next noise, making up the next noise.
Scream loud, loud, loud, loud, loud.
Scream loud, loud, loud, loud, loud.
Scream loud, loud.
Scream loud, loud.
Static intoxication, static intoxication.
Sing this lovely violin song.
Beat this bottle on a wall.
(Scream, scream, scream. Scream, scream, scream.)
The baby cries.
Record the noise.
(Scream, scream. Scream, scream, scream.)
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
Through sounds which makes one cringe.
The dogs only hear us now.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
Through sounds which makes one cringe.
The dogs only hear us now.
For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening.
Noise brings so many things, make my tingling skin freeze.
For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening.
Noise brings so many things, make my tingling skin freeze.
Turn me on, make me laugh, shoot the can, shut the door,
Pour your glass, rape scene screams, car crash bash, black cat splat.
Turn me on, make me laugh, shoot the can, shut the door,
Pour your glass, rape scene screams, car crash bash, black cat splat.
A silent death, a silent scream.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
A silent death, a silent scream.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
09 Aesthetic (03:44)
Decrease the light, increase the smiles...
a familiar beat is swarming the art.
Soothing movement that help the evening come to a halt.
Lifetime achievement...
Lifetime achievement the looks on their faces make it worthwhile.
The sawying of the oecan, swaying of your hips...
shivering as your lover's caress touches your lips.
Perfect world and perfcet lives, we have the soundtrack for their futures.
The seawater smell in the cold outside world seems to be enchanting the room.
The chatter of riches keeping the beat, as the sea seems to freeze.
The brisk air seems to make out heart colder.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dancing smiles seem to have halted with a silent scream.
The prefect life torn apart in a matter of seconds...
I hear their screams and cries...
I know now that I'm the only one who possesses true happiness.
Leep the beat, we tap our feet...
screams add a new feel to what we've, to what we perfected so dear.
We'll play to our deaths for we posses true happniess.
We are finally free.
Dying with our one passion, music:
the greatest wealth of them all. We must play on.
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