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Rating: I live just a few kilometers from Switzerland; I know it well, if not very well.
I often visit the Canton of Valais, the closest to Domodossola. Less than twenty minutes from home.
I love everything about the Swiss nation: the order, the cleanliness, the absolute independence in the choices made throughout their history, being outside any reckless European pact, having maintained their own very solid currency with an extremely favorable exchange rate (I just have to observe the invasion of Swiss people at the weekly Saturday market in my city).
They have trails, alpine huts so well-kept that they make even someone like me, who has always hiked the mountains of my Val d’Ossola, envious.
The urban and suburban roads don't have those ruinous potholes, that total neglect that has sadly become a bad constant in our (former) beautiful Italy. When they need to repave a road, the heirs of William Tell most often close it to traffic, so they can work with utmost dedication and achieve the best final result, in the shortest possible time.
Does anyone know the name of the President of the Swiss Confederation and what party is currently in power? I believe that without consulting the internet, hardly anyone would be able to answer me.
They're not perfect because, at least in the Valais, they speak the German language, which to my ears sounds completely unfamiliar: a dry, harsh language that makes them seem, even when speaking of love, perpetually angry.
This long preamble came to mind quite suddenly yesterday as I revisited, and posted as a listening recommendation, a fabulous anthology collection of the Coroner; a compilation that covers the first part of the career of this true institution of European Thrash Metal.
Established in the early eighties in Zurich, they have distinguished themselves from the start as a musical entity beyond simple classifications; they play Thrash Metal, and this is evident from their most restless beginnings. They have never rested on their laurels, seeking constant and surprising evolution album after album, song after song. Enriching the sound with ample doses of Progressive, fearlessly touching upon Industrial territories as well, with an effected use of vocals and an exaggerated technicality (the use of guitars is entirely genius). Elongating the length of the tracks, without ever appearing verbose.
They are 100% Swiss: precise, orderly, reserved without much desire to stand out. The important thing is what is conceived, recorded, and put into music, and this anthology is the exact demonstration of their monstrous capabilities. Very solid and layered sound structures for a band that deserved much more recognition. But perhaps it's better that they've remained a niche, cult band, known by few.
Over seventy minutes of auditory "high", with some unreleased tracks, remixes, and even two crazy covers of Beatles and Hendrix.
Five stars for life...SERPENT MOVES...
Diabolos Rising 666.
Tracklist and Lyrics
04 Serpent Moves (06:12)
I'm moving, I'm changing
I might
Find myself
Out in
The desert's land
Raise the moon
Call the dead
Touch the sky
Curse the sand
I might
Leave myself
Out in
The desert's land
Like the serpent
Glides from its skin
With gentle moves
On floors of sin
06 Divine Step (Conspectu Mortis) (06:22)
This is the last hit
Your heart will beat
Into this world
This is the first step
Your soul will take
Up to the sky
No time to pray 'cos you
Can't stay where words
Like that would count
Face the moment
That you feared and
Glide outside your brain
Golden wings
Drawn in blood
What is sin?
And who is God?
This time it's real
And not a game
Now cross the edge of time
The circle's closed
So enter now
The land of unborn life
Golden wings
Drawn in blood
What is sin?
And who is God?
You will find out
If your heaven is colored black
And you will find out
If your suffering will find an end
This is the last hit
Your heart will beat
Into this world
This is the first step
Your soul will take
Up to the sky
No time to pray 'cos you
Can't stay where words
Like that would count
Face the moment
That you feared and
Glide outside your brain
Golden wings
Drawn in blood
What is sin?
And who is God?
You will find out
If your heaven is colored black
And you will find out
If your suffering will find an end
13 Masked Jackal (05:01)
I saw his face, on every channel
His slogans in all the papers
I heard people, repeat his words
I saw them shouting, his flag in their hands
I saw him making promises
I heard him talk about life
But I saw his fingers too
They were crossed behind his back
Darling...of the TV screen
Manipulator...of the purse strings
Master...of the spoken words
Jackal...with connections
Worshipped...by the masses
Leader...with ulterior motives
(All talk and no do)
(Is neither a good offense or defense)
(Get with it boys and girls)
(Your house needs to be put in order too)
His slate, clean as snow
Covers over his dark past
To be in league with workers
Pictures he loved to see
But I read in his eyes
Promotion...reality
He played his part to the end
Shot...leaving a shambles
14 I Want You (She's So Heavy) (07:16)
I want you
I want you so bad
I want you
I want you so bad it's drivin' me mad
She's so heavy
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