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Versione 2
Rating: "Damn bro, feel that drop coming!"
These are those peculiar moments when, perhaps, it might be time to call for a review of the entire international school system. Because your favorite DJ isn't dropping anything at all. And yet, he’s trying, you know. Look at him there, clinging to those little knobs that, if nothing else, keep him from taking off after yet another methamphetamine jump.
No. He doesn’t drop. Maybe the headphones from the console. The phone from his pocket?
Certainly not the bass. And not even the chords. Those were handled by three lads immersed in a trip made of Black Sabbath, weed, Big Muff, probably located in a garage and, weed.
The first time it's kind of like being hit by a steam train hurtling at enormous speed (20bpm) while you sink into concrete. It was an old metaller, my neighbor across the street, tired of alternately hearing Amy Lee and Fabri Fibra rambling from my teenage windows, who brought me into his vinyl kingdom and, nothing. The first time it's kind of like being hit by a steam train hurtling at enormous speed (20bpm) while you sink into concrete. Repeating helps.
I've worn out this record, and it has worn me out. Someone: "It's all the same!" And they'd be right too. Yet, when you dissect it, when "Return Trip" starts for the 666th time (what a good metaller I am) it drags you back down. Into the muck. And distortion becomes nuance. The feedback, melody. This record surprises with its complexity. A range of facets to discover in the astonishing fog in which it is enveloped. It's like studying anatomy on the decrepit body of a zombie. Of course, many of the dotted i's have to be put in by the listener. Because they, those Wizards, neither had the transport nor the need to do so. On a trip, at least I imagine that's how it is, you have to interpret. It doesn’t ask or explain anything, just to let yourself go. A journey back that ends with a journey back.
...I find myself surrounded by five shady figures draped in black robes. Almost all have their hoods on. One of them takes off his hood. He approaches. He wants me to drink a purulent, decaying concoction. The taste is sour...
"Can I have another sip?"
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Mourning Prayer (05:08)
Poison clouds in the sky
Acid rain in my eyes
Starving children of my TV
Victims of technology
Politicians, can't they see
Their greed is destroying me
Politicians, are they blind
Time's run out for mankind
Devil plunges into the sun
Things were said but nothing done
Now too late, can't you see
Human race wants their disease
03 Son of Nothing (06:45)
dying sun fades in our sky
the time has come to say goodbye
construct the pods we must evacuate
to the stars, is this to be our fate
oh baby, just maybe we'll take you
to the sun of nothingness
we left the warpigs far behind
plot apocalyptic course to find
will we ever meet our journey's end
to find a world and start again
oh baby, just maybe we'll return
to the sun of nothingness
04 Wizard in Black (08:14)
(sample:) you're all the same the lot of ya
with your long hair and faggot clothes
drugs, sex, every sort of filth
and you hate the police, don't ya
you make it easy...
a tower stands on the edge of time
upon it stands the astral mind
the burning chaosphere seethes behind
ours to see but we are blind
the eyes of god look upon what he's done
the eyes of man look on and beyond
i am a god, i am the one
into the chaos see my time has begun
the wizard in black reveals the sign
the chosen are ready, destiny realigned
eye of ultra soul together we join
alone again, once again into the void
cosmic eye the heart of the sun
freedom rays awaken the chosen ones
09 Behemoth (08:54)
His blackened wings shadow the Earth
This age of fire is his rebirth
Awakened now in these troubled times
He's come to judge us for our crimes
Behemoth
Behemoth
Day of judgment, it has arrived
All you sinners, you're gonna die
The Lord has shown you the way to live
Stop your hate, you've got to give
Behemoth
Behemoth
Were you a slave
And told what to do
If that's so
He's come for you
Did you follow
Religion is a lie
Be not afraid
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
So change now, before it's too late
Or life in servitude will be your fate
Be free, do as you will
Love and happiness, you take your fill
Behemoth
Behemoth
13 Doom-Mantia (08:49)
Thirteen gather on a moonless night
The morning star is burning bright
Doom-mantia
Followers, they sing and dance
The pipes of Pan have weaved a trance
Dressed in black
No turning back
Doom-mantia
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