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Rating:
Second release with the lineup that just a year prior released that "The killing kind", certainly the best effort of the '90s from the New Yorkers. Thus, the two new guitarists Sebastian Marino and Joe Comeau are still part of the equation, with Comeau also carving out a good space for himself as a vocalist, supporting the timeless Bobby "Blitz" Ellsworth.
This album can easily be described as one of the most modern composed by the American thrashers. The Panterian influences, especially in the guitars, are evident, leading to heavier sounds and cadenced riffs, especially in the opening trio: It Lives, Save Me, and Long Time Dyin'.
The third track Genocya opens with D.D. Verni's sinister bass, then alternates slow parts with almost "hardcore" reboot sections, an unusual but fitting song for them. Half Past Dead is slow and sinister for the first half, with the bass again taking the lead, only to speed up in the second part with an outstanding performance from Blitz on vocals.
F.U.C.T. is finally a fast thrash song in the old Overkill style, almost grazing Death with Joe Comeau's growl vocals. A guaranteed headbanging song. I'm Alright seems to anticipate the sound coordinates of their next album "Necroshine". A song with heavy and almost industrial riffs.
Rip n' Tear is a fun and bouncy "Thrash'n'roll song" without too many pretensions.
Promises is the semi-ballad that Overkill occasionally ventures to compose, with a convincing Blitz even when he doesn't have to push his vocal cords to the limit.
The album closes with Little Bit o' Murder, a fast and evil Thrash. Once again, guitarist Comeau takes center stage on vocals, who will still record two more albums with Overkill before joining Jeff Waters as the singer for Annihilator.
In conclusion, it can be said that this "From The Underground And Below" is a rather atypical album in Overkill's discography, starting from the rather unusual cover, almost like a "black metal" group, to the songs, designed to float with the modern thrash that was in vogue about ten years ago. The classic transitional album which, when talking about Overkill, still means a CD well above the average of metal releases.
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Save Me (04:55)
Miracle Man
You're Miracle Man
Save me from the outside
Save me from the hurt
Save me from this cold inside and
Save me from myself
What you see when you're looking at me
Take me out, take me out of captivity
Got my head, my dreams, my dead my screams
Started up the engin of the afterlife machine
I've got your head and your covenant of dreams (I've got your head)
I've got your dead and a collection of your screams
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself, save me
Miracle Man
You're Miracle Man
Keep me safe and warm
Keep me underground
Keep me from what I deserve and
Don't just keep me down
What I want, what I need to be
Take me out, take me out of obscurity
Got my head, my dreams, my dead, my screams
Gone o.d. on the afterlife machine
I've got your head and your afterlife machine (I've got your head)
I've got your dead and a collection of your screams
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself, save me
Just a victim of my imagination
What you see when you're looking at me
Take me out, take me out of captivity
Got my head, my dreams, my dead my screams
Started up the engin of the afterlife machine
I've got your head
I've got your dead
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself
Not your ordinary bout with madness
I'm in love with the infinite sadness
Can you see clear to save me, save me
From myself
save me
03 Long Time Dyin' (04:53)
Seen this happen once before
with a little of touch of denial
A man on his knees he was licking the floor
like he's trying to reconcile
You fill your pot with anger,
You eat all that you can,
Tell you one thing as I look back now
I don't ever want to be that man again
Cannot feel it at all
Can't you feel it
Can't taste it at all
Can't you taste it
Then I looked him straight in the eye
And I said hey man
Are you gonna take a long time dyin'
No
Standin' on a white line
Tryin' to free my soul
Sey hey God would give me a sign
I'm actin' like a fool
I filled my heart with hatred
Puked up all I would
Tell you one thing I got on my knees
I wouldn't do it again even if if I could
Can't feel it at all
Can't you feel it
Can't taste it at all
Can't you taste it
Then I looked him straight in the eye
And I said hey man
Are you gonna take a long time dyin'
No
Sometimes I think it's not my fault
It's everything but me
And sometimes it's the third time
And I drown in misery
Sometimes it's the way it is
Sometimes it ain't fair
Most times I'm the architect
Who builds a just donït care
Just don't care
Happened to me once before
Little of touch of denial
I was on my knees
I was lickin' the floor
Tryin' to reconcile
Shit out a luck looks like your fucked
(reconcile)
(I don't wanna be that man again)
Can't feel it no more
Can't you feel it
Can't taste it no more
Can't you taste it
Then I looked him straight in the eye
And I said hey man
Are you gonna be a long time dyin'
No
04 Genocya (04:45)
I'm your destructive pride
Your homegrown, goddamn genocide
The standard behind which you hide
I'm at your door, right by your side... so
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
I'm the hate, the jealousy
I can magnify the agony
The self-destructive qualities
So won't you come and go with me... and
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
My lack of tolerance nice as you please
My interference put them down at their knees
I am your hopeless, despondent
Your derelic hole
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
I am your illness, your ailment
The hole in your soul
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
My lack of tolerance nice as you please
My interference put them down at their knees
I am your hopeless, despondent
Your derelic hole
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
I am your illness, the ailment
The hole in your soul
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
Go - high
Go - higher
Go
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