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 Проект Pin-Up Went Down, конечно, можно упрекнуть в определенной вторичности по отношению к родной группе ее основателя - хулиганам, сквернословам и пошлякам Carnival In Coal. Да Алексис Дэмиен и не стремился избежать таких сравнений - в конечном итоге, все его "авангардные" схемы, в определенной степени, однообразны: берем примерно в равных пропорциях дэт-метал и поп-музыку, ради лучшего сочетания этих элементов разбавляем коктейль готик-роком и классическим рок-н-роллом, и повторяем изобретенную схему с минимальными вариациями несколько раз подряд. В критические моменты делаем отступление в панк или блэк - и все, титул "самой безумной группы мира" нам гарантирован! Для пущего веселья желательно присовокупить неприличные и стебные (неприлично-стебные?) тексты. Впрочем, при сотрудничестве с вокалисткой небезызвестных Penumbra в рамках данного проекта, Алексису пришлось пойти на некоторые уступки: скажем, лирику сочиняла сама Asphodel. Не сказать, чтобы она ни разу не опустилась до пошлости (один только припев "Pussy Worship" чего стоит!), но и до откровенных описаний таких занятных процессов и явлений, как мастурбация, зоо-, некро-, или геронтофилия, хвала богам, дело не дошло.
Однако, что еще важнее, Асфодель привнесла в музыку определенную долю элегантности, шарма (отдельное спасибо за реверансы в сторону кабаре-музыки) и умеренности - за этим цирком стало действительно увлекательно наблюдать. В отличие от по-монтипайтоновски гротескной клоунады Carnival In Coal ("чтобы похоронить бабушку, зажарьте ее, и съешьте, а если не понравится - вы всегда сможете сблевнуть ее назад в могилу"), клоунада Pin-Up Went Down при всей своей циничности и опасности для здоровья и жизни зрителей целеустремленна и до определенной степени логична. И если уж тут кого-то долбанули по голове моргенштерном, можно быть уверенным - в мельчайших брызгах мозгов бедолаги, оставшихся на стенке, есть шанс увидеть заложенный творцами смысл.
Кстати, у "2 Unlimited" просто бронебойное начало - треки со второго по шестой поселились в моей голове, кажется, навеки. Легкие, разнообразные, распевные (!) и бесконечно забавные. Если хотите конкретную рекомендацию, то ей будет "Cadavre Exquis" - по первым её полутора минутам ни за что не догадаешься о содержании последующих двух. Жаль только безжалостно загубленную мелодию, с которой начинается эта композиция.
Даже если вторая половина диска не так гениальна, как первая, наскучить вам она все равно не успеет - диск безумно (и обидно!) короток. Достаточное число раз повторив его воспроизведение, можно достичь стадии легкого помешательства - в таком случае прослушивание лучше прекратить, а родных и близких стоит некоторое время избегать, дабы не наделать шокирующих глупостей. В дальнейшем альбом в сознании укрепляется в категории милых шалостей, которые, при умеренном потреблении, едва ли вас когда-нибудь утомят.
Этот милейший и легкоперевариваемый альбом своей хитовостью, здоровым цинизмом, отличными инструменталами и бесконечно прелестными вокальными партиями Асфодель навсегда завоевал свое местечко в моем сердце, с легкостью превосходя все прочие "авангард-металлические" творения по совокупности вышеупомянутых достоинств. Спустя два года, кстати, он обзавелся наследником по имени "342", который - увы, абсолютно предсказуемо - своему предшественнику и в подметки не годится, невзирая на все свои многочисленные и своеобразные интересности. Так что перед нами - ни больше ни меньше - пик творческой формы одного музыканта и одной вокалистки. Воздадим же им должное, и погрустим о том, что на такой взрыв эмоций у них едва ли когда-либо еще хватит сил. |
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Heeey! See them hide here under my bed!
I don’t want to disappoint them
They are so wicked numb!
Little monsters under my bed
But me bed is so empty
You have to know
I died so many years ago.
Cadavre exquis
Before becoming that bloodbathing irony
He used to be proud of his own
But wanting to overtake his master
He built the myth of l’arroseur arrosé.
Oh ! L’arroseur arrosé !
“ Meow!”
Scalpel!
Compress!
Kill the cat!
Cut and Cut!
Guts away!
Cinderella’s mice:
“Straw and straw and sew and sew!
Here’s a new cat, here’s the new!”
Skin and flesh to sell
Another beautiful way to appreciate life
Cats and dogs, cows and horses, all that can bleed can become a wonderful dead friend!!!
“Take care of animals
And they’ll show how they can love
You back…
Love, oh, love it won’t be!”
Oh yeah!
Mary had a little lamb
We just put it on our
Rack!
It followed her to school one day,
The butcher took it
Back…
One, two, ten, a thousand more, a funeral Noah’s ark!
But why does this lamb drool and grunt, as the others applause?
XL, M or Xs
All become alive!!
Oh, their claps! Oh its rage! Oh my throat and my legs!
Oh this blood, and their eyes all around me!
XL, M, or Xs
All became alive!!
Nearly dead bat make-up
Be (-shuuMuut-) obscene, be/be aggressive.
It’s time to figure out
That you have been too numb
Probably blinded by a so called morality
Oh Jesus, who are these men
With their nearly dead bat make-up?
We won’t try – no we don’t want to try- to understand!
Nananananana!
Tonight we belong to me, (you goddamn fuckers!)
Wouldn’t you like to know me (goddamn fuckers!)
Love Gun and Love Theme For Kiss (goddamn fuckers!)
Holy frigid society !(goddamn fuckers!)
“For the rights you rape!
For the laws you break!”
(Cheerleaders’part)
For the rights we rape?
For the laws we break?
Nevermind!
Tonight we belong to me and other stuff like that
No extermination needs nor other hailing hand
Beware all the different meenings you can understand
When the bat is more than grey, even their mind just play dead
“For the rights we rape?
For the laws we break?”
Be (-shuuMuut-) obscene, be/be aggressive.
It’s time to see what’s behind
A burning cross and a blast beat,
Noddy can (?) – Noddy motherfucking can!- than the Great Gene Simmons
Who sings love better than anyone else.
It’s time to see what’s behind
A burning cross and a blast beat,
Noddy can (?) – Noddy motherfucking can! - than the Great Gene Simmons
Who sings love better than anyone!
For the laws you break… just nevermind!
“For the rights we rape?
For the laws we break?
Nevermind!”
Beware all the different meanings you can understand through that
Beware all the different meanings you can understand through that
Pussy Worship
Would you mind if I fuck you fuck you now and then here and now?
Lend me your –please-
Lend me lend me what you have/what I need
What I’ve only had when I wasn’t free
When I was upside/ you behind/ lend me
Your vicious male mind for a little time
When they’re upside down
Girls imagine things you don’t know
More fists, more twists in your sober hole
In every girl there’s a pig that sleeps
Pussy worship!
So sweet…
So deep…
If you wanna fuck me now
You can fuck me fuck me
Do you
Know if
I’m deep
If you wanna fuck me now
You can fuck me fuck me hoo yeah
If you wanna fuck me now
You can fuck me fuck me hoo hey leleah
When they’re upside down
Girls imagine they could change the rules
Handjob, Blowjob, some great facial cum,
How would it be seen from above?
Tell me Lord would you give her a try
To become for once a girl in a guy
Come on Lord, girls would really like
To play with a part they’re not ashamed to show
Get Ready To Sweep
"What you lived, what you felt is worse than treason
I have wasted what you gave and you've lost your faith
What I've done has no sense, though it fed the pain
But my pain, in a way, was nearly the same"
Judging facts is just a silly thing when you don't know why they've been committed, so get ready to sweep
Do you really think it's time to blame an enemy that 's born from your own vision of life
From wonderful rules you may betray?
Don't you really think you could be what you denounce?
Indeed, our laws can choose the other side, and who would be right?
I slept, you see, now I know,
Truth is never the same
Seeds you fed were scornful
And your lies
And my lies
Are nothing but a jail to survive.
-And the world will be clean... –
"Let everyone sweep in front of his own door and the whole world will be clean."
-and clean the world you live in-
Instead of choosing if you want to forgive, cross your own doors and get ready to sweep.
Scorn, Sick-
-ness In what you say
“Now, angels, go to hell”
But did you see
How lost we were?
And will you never
Forgive this slaugh-
-ter we just made?
Coz we were
Lonely Flesh.
All the actions you’d like to explain can’t always be what they seem
You know, we’re made of questions without answers
Flesh without reason
With/without
Will you be kind enough to listen to what I have to say
Right now
Don’t try to create another truth
This one you see should have been
Yours
Yo-Yo Yes then No
Solia was like this, and you should agree with me
She was a yoyo maid
Sometimes “yeahyeah!” sometimes “shit!”
Haha
Her mind like a trash bin in the middle of a wonderland
Strawberry shortcake haunted by a million voices
Saying you’re the dirty one you are
The other one…
A nightmare-Nightmare-nightmare of your own
That’s how I feel
But you can figure out
What being my own labyrinth can mean
That’s how I feel
But you can’t figure out
That I didn’t find a place between
Just easy as OCD
And a bit of borderline
I’m not the one you see
But I swear I am fine
So and so… up and down my mind will go
That’s a grave-
That’s so calm!”!
That’s a dwell, Hee Haa!
10 o’clock say hurray
12 o’clock say tired
2 pm say maybe tomorrow it will get better
4 o’clock she’s falling
9 o’clock she’s thinking
11 pm say maybe it’s easier with closed eyes
Only Some Shitty Chemical Stuff
Oh my love, will you will you be
Oh you, will you ever be mine?
Oh my love, will you will you be
Oh you, will you ever be mine?
Depends on your shaker, on your shaker
Depends on your apocrine
If you’re able to survive the PEA lost
Always the same stuff
Always the same words
An only pleasant scent.
If you’re not the one,
I only have to wait…
Oh my love, will you will you be
Oh you, will you ever be mine?
Oh my love, will you will you be
Oh you, will you ever be mine?
Depends on your shaker, on your shaker
Depends on your apocrine
If you’re able to survive the PEA lost!
That ain’t no soulmate
Nor mawkishness like that
Nor a bunch of violets.
Always the same stuff
Always the same words
An only pleasant scent.
If you’re not the one,
I only have to wait…
“Oh, go, go, go! Make your peacock and sing
with your honeyed voice
Don’t be surprised if I spit on your feathers
And what they imply...
You should stop now
Oh, birdy asshole... you just walked on shit... “
Be My Idol Then My Fall
She could have wanted to puke her guts out
To hate you, deny you, to blame you
To blame you for all
Remember! (the Piggie’s)
Remember (still rising)
Remember that you made her fall
She will forget nothing, but you make her grow
You made her crawl down and she’s sick of it all!
Sick! Sick! Sick! Sick of it all!
No, no choice to have,
Be my idol, then my fall
Here I am
And I rise, and I spit and I don’t even care
There you were
And you roots are my leaves
And your hell has been mine
Sorry, but I just won
Piggiepiggiepiggiepiggiep
Piggiepiggiep
Hey hey hey
Piggiepiggiepiggiepieggie
(Not a « fuck you », just a « thank you », I am still alive/ I still clap clap clap )
Blame you for all?
Why? Why? Why? …. “You’re nothing!”
Owanapipiouanahahahaouh, owanapipiouana haha
A twist in my conviction…
Blame me if you dare.
A twist in my conviction
“No you can’t go…
No you can’t go on”
Feat. Me/ Feat.Us
Ô, l’ange, l’enfant, là, dans son berceau
Oui, celui-là même qui dort!
Ô, le blanc, le doux sein du Seigneur
Qui donne la vie, et commande la mort…
In the end, who’s complaining of inner pain ?
Even if he’s not crying, she knows things won’t remain the same
Ô, l’étoffe, la plume, Elle approche
Non, pas de mal, elle est celle qui veille
Et qui éteint
In the end, who’s complaining of inner pain ?
Even if she’s just trying to find a way that proves she’s there
Choking the fruit, she reveals the tree but denies the roots
Of a mother nature -not “Mother Nature”, not this one-
And as the cries fade she howls inside :
Free my cage, open the Bird
And devour the Queer inside.
In
The Hand
The pillow
The throat
The sigh
The sacred union
And after the last second
Abortion of light
In the guts of the opened bird
Away away
Free my cage open the bird oh free my cage open the bird
Cage above, Cage besides, Cage within
Free my cage open the bird oh free my cage open the
Void…
Human beat box deluxe
Instrumental
SERIE Z I
I’m away…
I’ll do the same…
A dumb death apotheosis
Impaled –why not? -on an iron gate
Fight with a chainsaw,
Fight with a lawn mower against a zombie army,
Rotten from teeth to knees
I just see
And I’ll do the same
I just follow
I just see
-I just break down !!!-
My guts over the floor
Over the floor
It smells like “Brain dead” “and “Hill have Eyes”
Ketchup cum on vomited pies
Anal Holocaust with reindeers horns
Or take five lost teens lost in a lost house
And vow them to fame and royalties…
Right to the depths of gore
–but why?-
everybody wants more
I’ll do the same!
It’s just grand guignol
It’s just grand guignol!
SERIE Z II
Why do I hear you
Laugh as she’s rotting?
Parody of Death
Just Theatre of Horror,
Feed your brain
And then ask yourself
Why
It’s blur now
Hey, face
your needs
But pay
the bill
Applause
murder
Free
disorder
Jusqu’où, dis, l’extrême ?
Let’s gore
and see
How mind
can be…
Applause!
Let’s “cash
for guts”
Let’s “we
want more”
We want more!