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In the end, there are 3 tracks. 3 songs. For 72, say 72 minutes. Calculator at hand: 72/3=24 potential minutes per track. But with the repeated, assiduous, and continuous listens to Tremulant, De-loused, and Frances The Mute, I've learned to put away the calculator. With the Mars Volta you don't do math. In a word, guys, this CD is ABSURD!! It starts with the cry of a baby, voices, maybe a soundcheck then "Take the Veil..." and it's perfect. Followed by the bridge "Caviglia" that leads straight to the most beautiful track of Tremulant, that "Concertina" where your silly auricle doesn't know where to direct itself... Cedric or Omar? It's like choosing between a plate of lasagna on Sunday morning and Pan di Stelle with Nutella at 5 PM. While you destroy yourself with indecision, you also pass the quite chaotic "Haruspex" and arrive at that biblically dimensioned (43 minutes) piece, which is "Cicatriz". Inside "Cicatriz" are the Mars Volta, I can't tell you more, it would be useless, but if you don't find 40,000 lire in your pocket (very likely, as the currency has since changed), download it and you'll understand. And here's where you get a feeling of horror towards all those groups (like "we have money and we're cool" such as Strokes, Maximo Park, and Kaiser Merda) that in 43 minutes make a double album+bonus track. And this is what kills me: the average band releasing a live album stuffs it with all the tracks from the last album and they're done. Well yes, the silly monkeys shelling out the euros have short memories, better to slap them with the latest crap... someone might ask"then why didn't Scabdates come out 2 years ago, since it doesn't have new tracks?" Friend, then keep your head down swimming in this sea of musical crap. Scabdates is a masterpiece musically and conceptually speaking, absolutely against the current and I don't care if for you, masterpiece should only be used for Ok Computer or Zoso (granted and not conceded that they are two masterpieces) this is my first De-review (that's how you write it, right?)
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt (05:56)
You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
Out of a blind mans picaresque heart
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
It's not over till the tremulant sings
These ides of march
Are they so make believe
How tempts the revenant
Slice up and not across
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
The iconoclastic had it coming for years
They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths
Adlib your memoires by casting a drought
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
Knife me in -hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in-hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again
The one last hit that spent you
And you will find
The greatest fucking lie
Of aneurysm vespers
The ones that pile
Up the greatest fucking lies
Knife me in hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in hobbling
Talking in It's sleep again
Virulent hives- of bedpost piles
Virulent hives
Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
06 Concertina (04:17)
in denial who will come clean all the ravenous debris
in disguise sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing
this scapegrace will pay my barking harangue... are you listening?
on the 14th you stole what hasn't grown old
in denial, file this under a bridge that he can't leave
will those shadows glare from that blank- rimmed stare in a vacancy hush
aunque me dejaste ahogando en el mar acuestate en la tierra, de la realidad de tu sueño
manos de recuerdo solamente a ti te odio yo ya me voy
in denial, who will clean up all this ravenous debris
in denial, file this under a bridge that he can't leave
and the storyville sawbones couldn't fill
the prescription to mend all the broken wills in the white lie wards - don't you pretend
tangled in thorns to walk unborn
and this debt will collect
[all the sickness that is there]
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