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I am about to write about this work by the Californians with a hint of regret and emotion; in fact, towards the end of last year, Suicidal announced the conclusion of their career after releasing their new album. The word end will be put not before a final world tour that will once again see them ready to properly devastate the numerous audience that will not fail to crowd the places where they will perform.
"Controlled By Hatred etc...etc...," released in 1989, is considered by some to be a true LP, while for others, it is a compilation that unites two EPs. In all these years, I have never concerned myself with choosing one of the two sides; it is a work that, as far as I am concerned, "seriously rocks." And that's enough for me.
Brief chronicle of the band.
The band was formed in the early eighties by Mike Muir in Venice, a famous and sunny tourist destination by day and the scene of fierce wars between rival bands by night. It is in this dramatic and contrasting climate that a very young Mike toughened up: a massive build, huge bandanas, and tank tops complemented by even more grotesque size-defying shorts. From the start, he became the boss of the band (just read the dozens and dozens of musicians who collaborated with him throughout the group's long career) and was among the first in America to combine the ferocity of the nascent Thrash Metal with the uncompromising attitude of the Hardcore scene. The self-titled debut from 1983 remains to this day one of the best-selling Hardcore albums in the United States, with that rap singing as another unmistakable element of a band that contributed decisively to the birth of Crossover... But now it is time to focus on today's album, with its endless title.
It kicks off in full swing with the very brief and electrifying "Master Of No Mercy," where towards the end, they go off on a tangent and, guided by Mike's indifferent voice, launch into a riotous gallop. It continues with the already published "How Will I Laugh Tomorrow," which highlights the skilled guitar work of the Clark-George duo. A track that grows as the minutes pass and then passes the auditory baton to the full-flowing "Just Another Love Song" (which has nothing loving about it). Pure and simple madness, with an execution speed that impresses; I have tried several times to follow the rapped lyrics by Mike: an impossible feat for me due to such frenzy in pronouncing the words!! In some noisy instrumental passages, I have always found a great resonance with "One" by Metallica (back when Metallica were sanctified names!!!).
Three "smashing" songs, and here I stop; there is no point in celebrating the other six tracks that do not deviate from absolute excellence.
In September 1990, I saw Suicidal Tendencies for the first time at Palatrussardi in Milan along with Slayer, Megadeth, and Testament: it is easy to imagine how the concert ended, even if I did not participate in the furious mosh near the stage generated by these sacred monsters of the mosh-pit. I was still young and inexperienced... CLASH OF THE TITANS...
Ad Maiora.
Tracklist and Lyrics
04 Waking the Dead (06:54)
Kept in the guard of Mother Nature's womb
Resting in the safety of their tomb
Sheltered by six feet of soil and rock
The spade is the key with which their gate we'll unlock
Why should they be resting so peacefully
When we're up above in pure misery
I don't care that they've already died
That's not enough to make me satisfied
So we wait till the stroke of the midnight hour
Then we'll unleas the darkest of power
Hell's gates will open a new judgment day
Now is the time that the dead will pay
Why should they be resting so peacefully
When we're up above in pure misery
I don't care that they've already died
That's not enough to make me satisfied
Waking the dead, waking the dead, waking the dead
All rise!
Hell's gates open the earth trembles and shakes
Now their pardons are over they pray for their mistakes
Mausoleums firebombed now rage in flames
When the dead come out their bodies we'll maim
CHORUS
Rob-Robbing their graves stealing their bones
Bang-Banging our heads to their screams and their moans
Fix-Fixing the wounds that even time cannot heal
Soon-Soon we will know how good it feels
This is not damnation or an act of God
Now the dead they rise ripping through the sod
Purgatory has to wait, but how can this be
The dead are free-the dead are free!
CHORUS
Waking the dead-you said that it wouldn't be
Waking the dead-You said that we wouldn't see
Waking the dead-Now the dead stand before our own eyes
Silence is blaring the earth opens wide
History repeats, reburied they die
Darkness descends through nature's pores
They return to their sleep on earth's basement floor
Now they rest not so peacefully
As they've had a taste of our misery
I didn't care that they'd already died
That wasn't enough to make me satisfied
Return back to their tombs now they lay
This is no game for the novice to play
Repeat not a word lest ye be forewarned
The punishment of Hell's darkness and scorn
Repeat not a word of the sermon said
A prayer for the dead, don't play with the dead
Don't try to comprehend what's going on
You can't understand, please don't understand
Waking the dead-And we'll be
Waking the dead-All rise now
Waking the dead-We're gonna wake the dead
Waking the dead
I said the words what have I done
I thought it cool, I thought it fun
The words I say they start to change
The syllables now rearranged
A language I can't comprehend
I shut my mouth it doesn't end
The bowels of nature open wide
I cannot move I cannot hide
I can't believe the things I see
The dead are free, the dead are free
I close my eyes and pray it's not real
Their presence close coldness I feel
What have I done Lord please forgive
Once they died, but now they live
I wake the dead, I ake the dead, I wake the dead, I wake the dead!
Cleanse the lepers
Cast out the demons
Wake the dead!
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