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Rating: THE REVIEW
The therapy session with my friend and psychologist Barbara lasted an hour two days ago.
Reluctantly and not without difficulty, I had to restart this journey that cyclically bursts into my existence.
The umpteenth period of unemployment has shaken my very fragile balance, my few certainties.
Anxiety knocked at my door; snickering, the bastard.
As always, the first thing I sought was the safe comfort and understanding of Marina and Elisa, of my mountains, of my music. But it wasn't enough.
Something else is needed; once again, I will have to be guided through the dark hell of my soul, taken by the hand by Barbara. Afterward, calm and tranquility will return.
The session went well; I expected worse. I'm not so badly off yet, and for the moment, I only need a few drops of an anxiolytic.
There will be other sessions; but I have faith.
I leave the office serene, or maybe it's more accurate to say "partly cloudy"; I get in the car and head home, which is about three-quarters of an hour away. Just enough time to blast the Entombed compilation at an unbelievable volume. It's always been like this: when I hit a crisis, when I'm in trouble, extreme music, Grind, and Death Metal in particular, has an enormous power over my soul. It helps me relax, to escape from negative thoughts; it helps. It's my deadly medicine.
I can't explain why; maybe I do it to satisfy the darkest and sickest part of me. That part emerges when I find myself in these periodic "Value Crises."
I don't have the time or desire to tell you the band's story. I've already written other reviews about Entombed, and I'll refer you to those.
The compilation is a massive blow; a burst of life (how I love this phrase in these moments...!!!); an impressive avalanche of primordial Death Metal. No frills, no pleasantries, no digressions. Blind Scandinavian fury.
Three previously released EPs, which are hard to find, are brought together; there's even a track from a split single composed, believe it or not, with The New Bomb Turks.
Covers of Kiss, Repulsion, Unsane, Roky Erickson (!!).
A Mephistophelian flow of overflowing liquid tar.
Crushing guitars, tuned down a tone, causing anxiety...but in this case, it's truly manna from heaven for me. Catacomb sounds that relax me; anxiety drugs, eat your heart out.
The kilometers fly by, the songs follow each other; I'm in a "trance" and I enjoy these apocalyptic notes.
It's Nicke Andersson's killer drumming (I hope some of you are reminded of the Hellacopters) that illuminates my route.
I start the short climb from Domodossola towards my small village; a few minutes that I spend re-listening to "Out of Hand," one of the band's best, most wicked, and devastating tracks ever composed.
Here I am at the front door of my house; I open the door and enter.
I'm alone; I'll see my women in a few hours...but today it's fine anyway.
I'll try to sleep for a few hours; I need it now.
Diabolos Rising 666.
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The reviewer shares a personal experience of battling anxiety, finding solace through Entombed’s Death Metal compilation. The album’s raw intensity and fierce energy act as a therapeutic escape, providing comfort during hard times. Featuring rare EP tracks and covers, it’s praised for its crushing guitars and dynamic drumming. This music, despite its darkness, brings healing and strength.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
01 Out of Hand (03:10)
Fools gather round to watch me bleed
but there are things you'll never see
to protect and serve one nation under god
a nation in which no-one's free
Their flesh begins to rot
what's left of what they've got
a boring life is getting old
mischief won't turn to gold
By going back to burning books
ripping apart things that doesn't fit
one times one equals nine
Your make-believe reality is full of shit
Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
fuck!
It's fucked to hear one idiot's words
but worse to see others believe it
fucked up minds in fucked up times
it's up to you to foresee it
Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
it's all built upon lies
out of hand
is this a fucking joke
out of mind
and it makes me fucking choke
fuck!
02 God of Thunder (04:42)
You've got something about you
You've got something I need
Daughter of Aphrodite
Hear my words and take heed
I was born on Olympus
To my father a son
I was raised by the demons
Trained to reign as the one
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
I'm the lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command you to kneel
Before the
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
I am the lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command thee to kneel
Before the
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
03 Black Breath (02:30)
Nine slaves of death - Trapped in eternal hell
Kill you with their breath - If you catch a smell
You've all will to live - Losing death
You are doomed to die - Smell the reapers of death
Fevered and delirious - Despairing dreams
Black shadow haunting you - It never leaves
Now you begin to feel unrelenting pain
Before your life is through your gone insane
Stiffening of the joints, death creeps in
Flesh is turning blue, the end begins
Screaming endlessly, until your death
Certain death comes at last
From the black breath
04 Stranger Aeons (03:28)
One more dead soul
there's a hole in the sky
illuminating dreamquest
the prophet's eye
by virtue of madness
a sign of faith
lurking at the threshold
you're lost between the gates
Death's a solution to life's dead illusions
Stranger aeons - stained by re-creation
Stranger aeons - of hallucination
Stranger things that eternal lie
awaiting beyond the time to die
in the city of gods in the temple of lies
initiation progression Zarathustra cries
You were wrong from the start
we will never part
Stranger aeons - stained by re-creation
Stranger aeons - of hallucination
Take strange drugs - swallow your pride
It's all but a game - nuclear stock piles
06 Shreds of Flesh (02:06)
Blood gush forth
When your skin is sawed
Reeking slices
Of flesh so raw
Now you're dying
- Slow and terrifying
Hacking your body
Limb from limb
I hope it felt nice
When the pain was set in
Horrified
Nauseating and disgusting
The art of murder has no
Emotion for it's victims
Now you are just
some shreds of flesh
07 Crawl (05:32)
Father set me free at this altar of death
dead fingers cold as ice touches my flesh
as it passed through my soul and body
the fear I thought was gone grows
tears of regret and confusion
this is not what I wanted to know
I have embraced the truth
beyond lies where honesty reigns
I thought I gave my life
but back I was only given pain
I once stood at the threshold of my desire
losing ground now I'm this horrid truth's denier
The nocturnal hour is passed
here nothing can last
I sought and screamed in pain
but there was nothing to gain
Nihility arise from the bottom of no lies
from here to eternity I just can be set free
SATAN, help me die away from reality
my arms and legs are bound
please grant me mortality
I'm losing it
crawling upon these white walls of truth
for the darkest void I've wasted my entire youth
I'm crawling down
the dirt that I licked off my mind
the truth you'll never (want to find)
10 Night of the Vampire (05:00)
Tonight – is the night of the vampire Tonight – is the night of the vampire If it’s raining and you’re running don’t Slip in mud cos... if you do, you’ll Slip in blood tonight Is the night of the vampire Tonight – is the night of the vampire The moon may be full The moon may be white All i know is you will feel his bite tonight Is the night of the vampire He comes from Transylvania (?) On St Swithens day he was born I stand in the darkness with no-one Makes his by turns (?) Tonight – is the night of the vampire Tonight – is the night of the vampire Never sleeps in the night Comes out when the moon is bright – tonight Is the night of the vampire
11 State of Emergency (02:36)
You're looking for something
But what could it be?
You look for a hero
Well don't look at me
You look for solutions
But there's none you can find
You believe in something
That's only in your mind
You're looking around you
But hate has made you blind
And you've spent the last ten years of your life
In this emergency
So please don't just sit there
Let's try to break out
From all the hatred
Suspicion and doubt
Try to change your life
That is no life at all
Try to break down the imaginary wall
And if you couldn't be bothered
Well then, my friend, you'll fall
And spend all the rest of your life
In this emergency
Entombed
Entombed were a Swedish extreme metal band widely described in the reviews as seminal to Swedish death metal. Early releases like Left Hand Path (1990) and Clandestine (1991) are repeatedly treated as milestones, while Wolverine Blues (1993) is portrayed as a major stylistic turning point toward death ’n’ roll.16 Reviews
