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Severe Torture
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1 | Dismal Perception 02:51
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| 2 | Serenity Torn Asunder 03:27
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| 3 | Fight Something 04:14
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| 4 | Repeat Offender 03:21
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| 5 | Countless Villans 03:55
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| 6 | Dogmasomatic Nausea 02:50
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| 7 | Redefined Identity 03:29
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| 8 | Buried Hatchet 03:41
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| 9 | Sworn Vengeance 05:18
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| 10 | Submerged in Grief 02:52
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| | Total playing time: 35:58 |
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Dennis Schreurs - vocals
Thijs van Laarhoven - guitars
Marvin Vriesde - guitars
Patrick Boleij - bass
Seth van de Loo - drums |
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Limited-edition CD bonus tracks:
11. It's The Limit (CRO-MAGS cover)
12. Eyemaster (ENTOMBED cover)
The band enlisted the help of Jason Netherton (MISERY INDEX) and Che Snelping (ex-BORN FROM PAIN) for the track "Buried Hatchet" on which both contribute guest vocals. |
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| Dismal Perception
Painful be my destiny
to kill nevermore
Irresistible urge to revive
every life I took
Disrupting society
Revoking to die
Passing the ordeals
of my mind
Dismal Perception
Unbearable suffering
to those I despise
Feeding the hunger
that once begun
Undeniable de |
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Не у всех есть потребность брать все более высокие планки в рамках брутал-дэта, не всем охота и выделяться чем-то на фоне других, да и просто оригинальничать в пределах своего узкого мирка – зачем? Ремесленниками можно быть в любых областях деятельности, и в экстремальной музыке ничуть не меньше. Что-то подсказывает мне, что Severe Torture не прочь быть таковыми и выезжать на классе, и взгляда не бросая в сторону вдохновения. Все в данном альбоме можно разложить строго по полочкам и убедиться, что ничто по отдельности не подкачало. Глубокий, умеренно выразительный гроулинг сам по себе очень неплох, но характер текстов, видимо, исключает увлеченность процессом и вдохновенность вокальных партий – не исключено, что именно в целях компенсации в некоторых песнях (например, “Countless Villains”) вторым голосом был введен чистый (!) вокал. Гитаристы техничны, но работа их сводится к плохо отличимым друг от друга риффам, из которых никак не складывается представление о том, чем же они хотят зацепить слушателя, если вообще хотят – не сильно тяжелые, мелодичные гитары все никак не нащупывают нужную нить. При этом соло играются недурно, впрочем, это довольно-таки независимый элемент, который ни к чему другому по гитарной линии не обязывает... Ударник удивляет своей односторонней работой в том смысле, что, начав с вихря сбивок в первой песне, в дальнейшем все силы отдает бас-бочкам и лишь изредка балует нас примерами ритмического разнообразия, связанными с чем-то иным. Голую технику по временам окутывает атмосфера, сполна отраженная в финальном инструментале “Submerged in Grief”, достаточно, надо сказать, унылом в рамках жанра, но зато совершенно вписавшимся бы в эстетику дума (если б только не внезапно проснувшийся ударник). Хитовыми песнями на альбоме с натяжкой можно назвать “Repeat Offender” и “Buried Hatchet” (оживили впечатление гостевыми вокалами Джейсон Невертон и Че Снелпинг).
Вердикт. Надо думать, не безнадежно рутинная работа мучала голландцев из Severe Torture при создании этого альбома, но обошлось и без явных вспышек вдохновения. Конвейерный брутальный дэт-метал от парней, которые не первый год «в деле». Хорошо это или плохо – Вам решать. (Диск предоставлен компанией СОЮЗ) |
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Отличная работа. Хотя с первого взгляда - обычный, "рядовой" альбом хорошей дэтовой команды. Одно "но"... Здесь была найдена магическая середина: не слишком быстро, не слишком злобно, в меру мелодично, с красивыми соло. Местами проступает атмосферность. Особенно запоминается концовка альбома: великолепная одноимённая "Sworn Vengeance" и небольшой добротный инструментал "Submerged in Grief". Также радует слух "Dismal Perception" - бодрое начало альбома. Безусловно, стоит отметить хорошее качество записи (альбом 2010 года "Slaughtered" в этом плане понравился меньше). Лучший, на мой взгляд, альбом от Severe Torture. Ну и... девять баллов. Побольше бы атмосферности, господа, коли отодвинулись от тотальной расчленёнки на обложке. |
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of misanthropic misbehaviour
Destined for ferocity
Immersed in immorality
Dismal perception
Serenity Torn Asunder
Decisive, the end result is clear
Our future has come to an end
The tables turned now
Too late for final sacrifice
The Hills of Megiddo are near
Relentless, this fury has become
the scourge of our supremacy
A silent witness, the bearer of it all
We all succumb to our own destiny
To face the powers that be
We'll end this journey, and see, only,
That the anger never dies
To fuel the hatred we can not see
For we are blind
Notions of vengeance, obsessing the protagonist
We play the lead in this unforseeing part
Vacate the lies, The parrish of our wounded hearts.
And serenity is torn asunder
I must have died a 1000 deaths
Erase the past
I must have died a 1000 deaths
Erase the past
The pain of life I am obsessed
Blessed be
We play the lead in this unforseeing part
Vacate the lies, the parrish of our wounded hearts
And serenity is torn asunder
To face the powers that be
We'll end this journey, and see, only,
That the anger never dies
To fuel the hatred we can not see
For we are blind
Fight Something
Me against the world in tyranny
Odious, bleak vision of the world
Enslaved, a den of iniquity
Hands grasp for the sickness to unravel
As the world now turns, and we see the lies
Bow to this twist of fate
Life ends, total retribution
The gloves are off
The exchange of blows begins
Safety in numbers
Time to fight something
One of many
Many of none, a replica
The vicious cycle, is a coda
As the world now turns, and we hear the lies
Predestined suicide
All ends, in remembrance
The gloves are off
The exchange of blows begins
Safety in numbers
Time to fight something
A relentless force
Divide the herd
The masses
The path you wish to crawl
Entangled lies, the charlatans doctrine
Propagate your faith
Disseminate like a cancer
The bowels of distress, we utilize
To victimize
The seeds of my dismay
The table turned and time is counting
All pieces fall, so watch them tumble
To the ground
Our fight goes on
This'll soon be over
Disconsolate, all signs of weakness
Terminated
Divide and conquer
Means to this end
You spread the lies
Now we must fight
Something...Everything...The opposition.
Repeat Offender
Dead to All, Pride of Man
Pure redemption faded
Catatonic, my existence
The next turn awaited
Consuming my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender
Helpless cry, dismal dreams
Wretched souls awaken
Hated by all, resisted by some
This desolate wasteland
For I will kill again
Consuming my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender
Murder Tragic, senses failing
Illuminating within
Soul by soul, thus I revel
Tendrils, blessed in sin
Can't seem to stop the will to take hold of your soul
For I must kill again
Consuming my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender
Destroying my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender
Countless Villans
Nameless faces, their treacherous deceit
Countless villains take their chance, for victory
Betrayed, and marked for death
Bound for destruction
defeated they stand, the hunt is now over
Where are they now?
A legion, Incalcuble
This solace, my villains are all dead,
all vanished, a token
Burn these bridges, no traces left behind
Retrace these steps never taken
This pain is an ever winding road that I must cross
I'm left for dead midst these souls
I'm left for dead midst these souls
Brace for this tidal fear
No mercy you will find, compassion is denied.
Nameless corpses without identity
Countless villains, deceased, and face their destiny
Where are they now?
A legion, Incalcuble
This solace, my villains are all dead,
all vanished, a token
Dogmasomatic Nausea
Dogmasomatic nausea
Repellant dismay
Provoking, they pray
Inferior race of putrid slaves
The sickness begins
As they fall on their knees for god
All that awaits is impurity
My stomach turns
With every move of their tongues
Dogmasomatic nausea
In swarms they have spread
Incestuous and unclean
Psychic dislocation, so deviant
Unceasing phrasing their thoughts
Why can't they see
that their words cannot be?
Forlorn...
Unceasing phrasing their thoughts
Why can't they see
Redefined Identity
And as loathsome beasts we disgrace
Not mourning for those once neglected
Their formal identity contrived
As unavailing effort to escape reality
Malicious disturbance of the mind
Feeble personalities fated to die
Self-sacrificing undignified
Only to mislead the weak
Redefined identity
Disloyal to divinity
Lack of awareness causing demise
Infatuated by a fake disguise
Vulgar deceiver controlling their minds
So unfaithful, so provoking
Redefined identity
Disloyal to divinity
that their words cannot be?
Giving me reason to kill
Perishing hate
Perfidious god deposition
Down your knees, my saviour
Cast aside your dissention
You are now just one of nothing
once in hell,
You're dying and dying and dying again
Once in hell,
You're dying and dying and dying... again
Buried Hatchet
Buried with the dead
A gruesome fear
These corpses feed on my soul
Insanity
As we wither, our bodies turn to dust
Enclosed, embedded.
All we cannot see is lost
Gazing in the eyes of the dead
The time has come for us to be dismembered
Enticed by this cruel fate
The hatchet is buried
Sworn to eliminate
The stage is set, my eyes, they cannot see
Both legs now broken
Body numb and the barrel of the gun
Is pointed there right at me
All we see, is the darkness of the light, don't stop me
All we see, is the darkness of the light, don't stop me
These demon walls can't contain
This raging anger inside
As they feast on the dead
The wait is over
These corpses feed on my soul
Insanity
No chance to fight them off
Always outnumbered
Down for the count
Dead and left behind
Ravaged and slaughtered
Sworn Vengeance
Interruptive provocation
of sacrificial nihilism
Slaughtering without compunction
Agonizing, final torture
Revocation, extinguish all hope for salvation
Dissipation, destroy their entire creation
Terrifying congregation
Christian elimination
Adulation, worthless glory
Reprobation of the holy
Sworn vengeance
Anti-holy confrontation
Bitter ending of religion
Fable human fabrication
Morbid servants fornicating
Sworn vengeance
In the name of nothing, they pray
To a leader conceived by rape
Mother Mary, whore of God
Take home your dead children
Vengeance upon the weak
Submerged in Grief
(instrumental)