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A record like this would not even be produced today, no one would buy it let alone want to listen to it. The music is noisy (but truly noisy), played at an impressive speed, sung by a kid who seems like he's about to vomit his vocal cords at any moment, the recording is not professional, deafening off-scale solos, simple and basic lyrics; average track length: a minute and a half.
Having been released in 1986, "Convicted" is a gem of an album for both Hardcore enthusiasts and Extreme Metal fanatics. From the initial description, I think I've been quite clear; personally, I love this album, both for the furious atmosphere that it manages to express and for the simple way of playing combined with so much aggression. Even from the cover image, it's clear what message Cryptic Slaughter wanted to convey, after all, not so different from the rest of the bands in the Californian scene at that time.
Listening to it today fills the soul with nostalgia, thinking about how kids once could ride the wave of success just with their grit, naturally with an audience that supported them, while today there are very few adolescent bands that manage to get the right space for their music, without compromise. Among the memorable tracks, one can find "M.A.D." or the title track "Convicted".
The record is a blast, perfect for smashing your bones in any occasion, I recommend it to all lovers of extreme music.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
13 Reich of Torture (02:55)
Smiling as he speaks of death
destroying lives unknown
Killing 'til his final breath
Protecting his fallen throne
March of the chamber of gas
The line to end their lives
As they die he starts to laugh
Last thing heard are cries
We have fought together side by side
Killing humans as they die
Burning souls once filled with life
Now they're filled with pain and strife
Prisoner of one man's hate
Now facing their final day
Try to reach their wired gate
Who has their god saved?
Running from the brightened light
Shots fired as comrades fall
Without guns they cannot fight
Death for one and all
They storm the gates on hopes to be free
Many trampled in the frenzied flee
Many fall as machine guns roar
See yourself, but now as a bloody corpse
Escape for you is nothing but a dream
The bullets rip your flesh as you scream
Your final breath is spent on cursed cries
The tortured lives of Hitler take to the sky
Is violence the way to get a point across?
If you don't get your way, it's your own loss
Don't try to force people to see your way
You shoot people down, someday you'll pay
A large racial barrier, when will it break?
Blacks aren't dumb, whites made the mistake
Like to kill them, but they wouldn't dare
They'll shoot back, what's fair is fair
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