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Rating: There are those who judge extreme music just by hearing a blast beat, a growl, a scream... etc. etc... Or those who perhaps see "true" extreme music by hearing tracks that talk about guts and decapitations (topics that I do like... if done in a serious/ironic way, but never stupid), and those who define the undisputed masters as Cannibal Corpse (a band; which, in my personal taste, is very little extreme). Regardless of these definitions, I want to write yet another review about a truly EXTREME band, but first of all, we need to reassess a bit what extreme means if you want to talk music with me. Extreme is the most advanced peak of anything... but it doesn't necessarily have to be something that goes at 360bpm per second, it can very well be something experimental.
"King for a Day," to me, represents music, or rather an art conceived to enhance the pleasure of hearing vibrations that emit many fascinating sounds. Get Out is the beginning of the masterpiece, a hardcore/punk quite experimental with various metal nuances, but with melodic insights, the vocal capabilities of Mike Patton are really varied, really very much.... Ricochet is perhaps my favorite song, because of its atmosphere, which I define as surreal, an episode with rock insights (rock like? alternative? hard? psychedelic? no rock, period), the song in question is very melodic and the guitar paints a peaceful atmosphere, vaguely reminiscent of the red of the sunset, perhaps a bit too much of a pop hint? Who knows, the fact is that Ricochet is a real drug for me. Evidence seems like a sweet cold drink that, after drinking, leaves you refreshed and relaxed, a bit like the song; I liked it because it distinctly alters the sentimental side of Mike Patton, a dangerous and not very sappy type, the funk/jazz relaxes me a lot, like the drink and its glass. And if the glass falls after drinking it? What happens? What happens is beyond making a fool of yourself, you've witnessed the destruction of an element, these words perfectly represent the atmosphere of The Gentle Art of Making Enemies, a song I would define as nu-metal with Pantera-like veins; especially in the guitar riffs. Star A.D. is the classic song to act a bit silly, the one that when you hear it you say: - Wow, how cool, they do metal first and then jazz, impressive -; this isn't a criticism, at least not for me; obviously, there's no point discussing the vocal skills of Mike Patton, which I would define as excellent, and the abilities of guitarist Trey Spruance (which makes me think, it wasn't such a great loss Jim Martin, although... he was better xD).
Cucko for Caca is the same as Star A.D., making you think the same things, the only difference is that Star A.D. is white/pink, while Cucko for Caca is black; or maybe I should say Black Humor... Heavy Hardcore/Grindcore with a Napalm Death-like scream, which however flows into beautiful melodies that start from 2 minutes and 4 seconds and end at 2 minutes and 22 seconds (18 well-played seconds are to be counted). Caralho Voador is very serene, but not in a sporadic and ridiculous sense but rather as a pause. A very melancholic song and therefore worth 5 of the album along with Ugly in the Morning. This last song was mentioned to me by my English teacher, L.C., who now plays in his band Novae Vitae, telling me that it was very beautiful and that I would like it "because it was grind..."; so I asked him how this song was, and he replied, "It's grind, Mattè!" and I said, "And how's the voice?" and he said, "It's worse than Phil Anselmo". I think these words describe the song well. With Digging the Grave, we move into the cool punk/rockette that pleases everyone a bit, and indeed it is that way, at least for me, but who knows... The riffs at least tell me so then I'm surely wrong, but I believe that's the sound, at least for the knowledge I've given myself, because if I found the 13-year-old music expert who has CERTAINLY not ventured into this band and doesn't even know what it is, I would tell him this just to make him understand the concept... Unless he’s the golden mongoloid of the situation... To me, Digging the Grave is a cool song!.
Take this Battle, many say that in America there's a genre of music called Country and they say it's the most beautiful of all, indeed it is a bit like that; I would definitely say yes, at least for me it is so. King for a Day, makes me think of the classic ridiculous scene where someone turns on the radio and puts on this song, and thinks they're a king, kind of the meaning of the song is this, feeling like a king for a day or for a lifetime, it’s not a proposal, don't worry. The fact is that this song means a lot to me and gives me many emotions, where we find a Mike Patton and a Trey Spruance in splendid form. What a Day is a song where the more somber and bright atmospheres come to life, and to think that it's just 2 minutes and 38 seconds long, with a fairly grind ending, especially in the scream that would make Seth Putnam pale in flesh and blood. Rock can be sweet/sour, and thank goodness it is so, and in my opinion, The Last to Know says it all about this, or rather shows what I've written about this song, where Mike Patton's high and deep voice roams everywhere, the Pantera-like riffs are garnished with Genesis-like keyboards, although obviously, Pantera has the bigger slice. Just a Man is a bit Police-like song, it might be the Reggae or possibly the warm atmosphere it emanates, or it's just a simple bass/drums rhythm, with a simple guitar, a simple voice and a keyboard. Thank you for reading this review.
[The review is a horrible thing I know... But at least I gain experience writing these silly things, right? Anyway, you can lynch and insult me, no worries, I'm not touchy, thanks for getting this review on debaser, thanks]
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Ricochet (04:31)
All of that thick time without you
Has made me so thick and drunk
"and it's okay to laugh about it "
I said , " it's okay to laugh about it "
Runnin� twice as fast to stay in
the same place
Don't catch my breath until the end
of the day
And I'd rather be shot in the face
Than hear what you're going to say
One day the wind will come up
And you'll come up empty again
And who'll be laughing then ?
You'll come up empty again
No reason - no explanation - so play
the violins
It's always funny until someone gets hurt...
And then it's hilarious !
You beat me every time you blink
If only I did not have to think
Think about you crackin�a smile
Think about it all the while
On the ricochet - it's going to hit you
It's always funny until someone gets hurt
You can laugh at me - when it misses you
03 Evidence (04:55)
If you want to open the hole
Just put your head down and go
Step beside the piece of circumstance
Got to wash away the taste of evidence
Wash it away
(Evidence...got a taste of evidence)
I didn't feel a thing
It didn't mean a thing
Look in the eye and testify;
I didn't feel a thing
Anything you say, we know you're guilty
Hands above your head and you won't even feel me
You won't feel me
04 The Gentle Art of Making Enemies (03:31)
The words are so familiar -
All the same greats, the same mistakes
It doesnt have to be like this.
If you dont make a friend, now
One might make you -
So learn
The gentle art of making enemies
Dont look so surprised
Happy birthday...fucker
Blow that candle out,
Were gonna kick you
(dont say youre not because you are)
(dont say youre not because you are)
(history tells us that you are)
(history tells us that you are)
All you need is just one more excuse
You put up one hell of a fight
I wanna hear your very best excuse
Never felt this much alive
Your day has finally come -
So wear the hat and do the dance
And let the suit keep wearing you.
This year youll sit and take it
And you will like it -
Its the gentle art of making enemies
I deserve a reward
Cuz Im the best fuck that you ever had
And if I tighten up my hole -
You may never see the light again
(theres always an easy way out)
(theres always an easy way out)
(you need something wet in your mouth)
(you need something wet in your mouth)
Never felt this much alive
05 Star A.D. (03:25)
Star A.D.
See tomorrow dreamin'
You don't need your freedom
Star A.D.
A little joke that's understood
It's all over the world
A little joke that's understood
It's all over and over and over!
And dying is dry-
Like a fact of history
And when you die, you'll become
something worse
Than dead-
You'll become
A legend
We are forever
06 Cuckoo for Caca (03:44)
It's cold and it's
Smooth and it's
A hard shade of white
And everybody needs to lick the surface clean
But it never tastes better
White blooms to white and
freezes white again
Close it before something crawls in
Commit it, leave it, get away...
we always
Drop our good side
Being good gets you stuff
Being stuff gets you good
Good stuff gets you being
And wheelin' and dealin' and squelin'
Shit lives forever
They have no legs, but chase us anyway
Wipe the shadow of your best friend
Gave birth to something we don't want to be
We drop our good side
Eat is just as deep as you can fuck it
So cough it up or go down
And there's only one thing that separates
A man...
Shit lives forever
We'll retire with the turd on our lips Under a pair of knowing eyes
I'm gonna take a few down with me
And drop my good side
You can't kill it
Take if from out drummer, "Pufff"
Being good it gets you stuff
07 Caralho Voador (04:04)
They all know me by my car
They know I'm gone, but not how far
I'm heading straight down 101
I'm going to go and get me some
My lips are movin' but there's no sound
Someday somebody's gonna get run down
Gonna' get run down
Eo non pusso dirigir
E agora a pares
Neo dedu indehado
No neo naris
My lips are movin' but there's no sound
Someday somebody's gonna get run down
Gonna get run down
08 Ugly in the Morning (03:08)
You did one thing wrong
You woke up.
You look better before
More - more
And the stomach turns...
Say nothing without wasting a work
I know exactly what you meant
I know how piggy feels
He starves without missing a meal
Look in the mirror...
Don't look at me-
I'm ugly in the morning
When the headaches gone
The sun is not.
Forgot to turn the alarm
On - on
Doesn't matter how much you think
Or the number of hairs in the sink
I did it to myself again
I know how piggy feels
He starves without missing a meal
It's getting clearer
Don't look at me-
I'm ugly in the morning
09 Digging the Grave (03:07)
It would be wrong to ask you why
Because I know what goes inside
Is only half of what comes out
Isn't that what it's about, it's about,
To remind us we're alive
To remind us we're not blind
In that big, black hole
Comfortable
Digging the grave, I got it made
Let something in, or throw something out ?
You left the door open wide
I know you have a reason why
That knot is better left untied
I just went and undid mine
It takes some time
And the shadow is so big
It takes the sun out of the day
And the feeling goes away
If you close the door
Comfortable
10 Take This Bottle (05:01)
I can wait to love in heaven
I can wait for you
Far away, I'll treat you better
Better than down here
Cuz I've done wrong
And I'm a little afraid
And I ain't to strong
And this ain't easy to say:
Take this bottle
Take this bottle
And just walk away - the both of you
And let me feel the pain - I've done to you
I can hope we'll be together
With a better roof over our heads
I can hope the stormy weather
It passes on - it passes on
But I've hoped too long
Hoped for me to change
And that hope is gone
So listen to what I say:
Take this bottle
14 Just a Man (05:38)
Sky is clear tonight
Sky is clear tomorrow
A star is out
I reach for one to sparkle in my hand
A star is out
I will not touch you, I am just a man
Sky is clear tonight
Sky is clear tomorrow
And every night I shut my eyes
So I don't have to see the light
Shining so bright
I'll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky
"Man was born to love
Though often he has sought
Like Icarus, to fly too high.
And far too lonely than he ought
To kiss the sum of east and west
And hold the world at his behest
To hold the terrible power
To whom only gods are blessed
But me, I am just a man"
And every night I shut my eyes
So I don't have to see the light
Shining so bright
I'll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky
And every night I shut my eyes
But now I've got them open wide
You've fallen into my hands
And now you're burning me
You're burning me
15 Absolute Zero (04:09)
Can we begin at the end to save some time?
Dead center
Point blank
Together
The clock is ticking
You have no authority here
Float like a dead man down the river
And there are no streets in this city
Et cetera is my worst enemy
It's low and I know it all will go
To the big hand of the god damned
You're here
Red dot
And now you know where not to go
The middle ground is absolute zero
What can be found at absolute zero
Can we begin at the end to save some time?
Et cetera is my worst enemy
It's low and I know it all will go
To the big hand of the god damned
The big hand of the bald man
The middle ground is absolute zero
What can be found at absolute zero
A happy end is absolute zero
Nobody wins an absolute zero
Worse than nothing
Nothing...
17 I Started a Joke (03:05)
I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
oh but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.
and I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.
and I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, curseing my head from things that I'd said.
Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.
and I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, cursing my head from things that I'd said.
'Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one me.
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