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Rating: The girl was a bit tipsy, but perfectly conscious. She was young, but not too much, and that modest, pure, and dazzling little dress didn't suit her very well. She looked on with that conspiratorial manner, capable of turning him into a warm piece of clay in her small expert hands; sinful and seductive eyes among pleasantly tousled locks. She began to touch her narrow waist. Climbing, with compromising and inviting fingers, towards those two proportionate collarbones equidistant and then up, to brush the elegant neck; the torso like a flexible pole in the wind. The dress was still there, but for him it no longer made much of a difference. Her mouth half open in pure daze: bewildered for having lost the last two neurons somewhere under the armchair, in the dusty carpet. Gone forever. Eyelids nailed, and not moving for fear of breaking the spell. She approached letting the straps fall sexily, it wasn't necessary, and...
Now that I should have captured some horny and faded nerd, let me talk to you about “Trapped!“. I will be forgiven by Bartolo for this unnecessary duplicate, but this review was stuck for too long in the depths of my PC and loudly asked me for air.
A couple of burly adults approach the boy. He's no longer a fresh-faced teenager but is still green enough to have some fear seeing those shady figures growing larger. He scrutinizes them with awe and then a hearty pat on the back and a handshake. It's 1992, a series of albums that almost no one had paid attention to, and those two guys were called Accept and Running Wild. Attributable to the power genre, when these weren't yet 5 damned letters to be ashamed of, “Trapped!“ displays all the potential of Peavy Wagner's band. Time has passed: he still had a truckload of hair and didn't seem like he had swallowed a calf that was unsuccessfully trying to escape from his belly. In terms of quality, it's a sort of “Metal Heart”, “Death or Glory”, “Walls of Jericho” and “Land Of The Free”.
I don't deny that Victor Smolski really knows his stuff. Even though on stage he often maintains a somewhat lazy and bothersome attitude, he's far from those hateful fretboard masturbators all speed and little else. But Manni Schmidt. Yes, I always miss him when I listen to Rage and this CD in particular. Riffs like those of “Difference” or magnetic arpeggios like that of “Shame On You” aren't found everywhere, looking absentmindedly at the ground. It's a dirty sound, pleasantly rusty and melodic, that creeps into your ears and doesn't leave easily. Damn, Manni Schmidt. With the tennis racket, as a pimply kid, I imitated him and between him and Wolf Hoffmann, I still preferred his touch.
Be clear, there is hard-hitting in this CD. Some trained ears are needed and Chris Efthimiadis behind the drums has his work cut out for him. Yet it's far from being defined as an extreme work with mere double bass, tight riffs, belches into the microphone, etc. There are fast-paced pieces, and here I could list several pointless names, but with a melodic, seductive, charming style, without needing honeyed choruses and keyboards. It's that just-right compromise between heavy metal and melody with tempo changes and breaks that intrigue the listener. Rage really knew how to break the spine of a song and pick up the thread before the end credits. And here, in the verdancy of a growing compositional vein, each track stands out and hides something: the only glue that voice not at all accommodating or pleasant of Peavy. An index finger that, hypnotically and sinisterly, twists closing and opening.
Many so-called masterpieces of the '80s attributable to the most classic heavy metal genre “Trapped!” looks them in the eye. Together with renowned 5 obese stars albums, it goes to have a drink at the bar every Saturday night. It was seen last week in Hamburg, near the port, with that clown “The Trooper” and that noisy “Reign In Blood” who after all is as good as bread. Success will come eventually, they told him, while completely drunk they shrugged off the dust laughing like crazy. He smiles sourly and knocks back another glass.
I see you pressing the keys and thinking, while the sentence takes a more or less elegant form, something close to a “definitely too hyped and not very objective”. And in this way, maybe without even knowing them, these 50 minutes will once again remain only for the usual few assholes.
And maybe it's not even a bad thing, come to think of it.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Shame on You (04:52)
Leader of the state
Now, as there's the time for changes
The growing fear and hate,
It will cost you your head, dictator
Grown from the heart
Bursting out to break the silence
A will to be free
People have remembered the sun
Oh, you know it's up to you
So many years - it's much too long that you have fooled
A whole nation
Slink away and set us fee
We live our lives as it's meant to be
You know inside that it's true, so shame on you
You and your pack
You shouldn't have been so selfish
Lost from the start
Injustice your best companion
No, you cannot save your skin
'Cause every day a new life will begin
And you won't be in
Slink away and set us free
We live our lives as it's meant to be
You know we're right and it's true, so shame on you
Slink away...
03 Enough Is Enough (06:43)
We send satellites to space
And we own the biggest missiles
We give millions of support for technology
But still we can't even live in peace with our neighbour
Most of us are insane of neuroses
Enough is enough - you can control
Enough is enough - those who don't know
Faster - this world is heading straight into a big disaster
Tell me, when will it reach its end?
Bigger - when moneymakers stamp our souls with technology
Believe me, this got to reach an end
All this misery in our minds will break free, you will see...
Social psychology - seek the key for our salvation
This science needs more support, it could help that
The understanding of the single person can grow,
But who pays
'Cause if we stay weak we are much better to use
Enough is enough - head over heart
Enough is enough - right from the start
Faster - this world is heading straight into a big disaster
Tell me, when will it reach its end?
Bigger - when moneymakers stamp our souls with technology
Believe me, this got to reach an end
All this misery in our minds will break free, you will see...
Science is only as good or as bad
As the people who use it
And if we want to have a tomorrow
We should take ten percent of the money from our armies
And develop the minds of our nations
Enough is enough - you can control
Enough is enough - those who don't know
Faster - this world is heading straight into a big disaster
Tell me, when will it reach its end?
Bigger - when moneymakers stamp our souls with technology
Believe me, this got to reach an end
Faster - a victory 'bout fear, this is the greatest glory
Believe me, the first step has been made
Bigger - the real progress - another quality in our way of life
From quantity to quality
Away from misery in our minds, make them free, it's got to be...
11 Baby, I'm Your Nightmare (05:23)
When it is night and there is darkness in your room
You hear a sound with sharpened ears
Then it is me 'cause I return from time to time
And I have heard your silent tears
You lock your bedroom door and close the window
Indeed you know that there is no way to hide
I get in from the door on the backside
Baby, I'm your nightmare
But I know that you will like the creeps
'Cause nothing thrills like scary deeds
I know that you will like the creeps
You know you'll like the creeps
We learned to know each other many years ago
And in those days I was your man
We never could have been a couple, you and me
But still I do the best I can
To make your sheets alive and fill the space up
That all the others still were leaving behind
To make that sweat is running down your spine
Baby, I'm your nightmare...
We make your sheets alive and fill the space up
That all the others still were leaving behind
To make that sweat is running down your spine
Baby, I'm your nightmare...
You know you can't get over me
'Cause I can set desire free
When moonlight's shining through the trees
I'm coming from your fantasies
You need that dirty mad dog, me
You cannot live without, you see
And when it's dreamtime I'll return
To feed the flame in you, it burns for me,
'Cause I'm your nightmare
Baby I'm your nightmare
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"Trapped! fits perfectly into this picture of a power not yet 'corrupted' and, indeed, represents one of its best exemplars."
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