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 В немногочисленных рецензиях c просторов Рунета в основном повторяются слова об уникальности стиля, избранного Radigost’ом на дебютном альбоме. Не претендуя на то, чтобы оспорить это мнение, добавлю свое: при всей непохожести на других «Nocturne» типичен для российской тяжелой музыки 90-х. За исключением «динозавров», все более-менее примечательные альбомы (в моем диапазоне зрения) характеризуются двумя качествами: невысоким исполнительским мастерством и мощным обаянием. Последнее, естественно, когда музыку делают любители (в хорошем смысле этого слова!) — им, прежде всего, есть что сказать слушателю. Так же естественно, что запаса атмосферности и самобытности хватает, как правило, лишь на один — два альбома. Сравните: «Lunar Poetry» и «Ведовством крепка…», «Will of Gods…» и «Eerie». Были и неприятным исключения – «Песни Велеса», были приятные – «Nigredo», например. Понятно, что при таких рекомендациях «Nocturne» становится работой не для всех, слишком размытое и непонятное это определение – «уникальная атмосфера».
Стиль альбома определяется просто — doom black metal. Но аналогии следует искать не у Katatonia и Bethlehem, а у имеющих мало думовых черт Summoning и Evol. Возможно, виноваты мои пристрастия. Сильно дисторшированное, но не агрессивное стрекотание Svar’a и его же низкий гроулинг в неторопливых песнях-гимнах — в лучших традициях «Dol-Guldur» от австрийцев. Своеобразные клавишные, иногда семплы, тревожная мистическая атмосфера — с дебютника итальянцев (тут нельзя не отметить стартовую «Full Moon» и «Autumn Dawn»). По-блэковому жужжащие гитары нагнетают солидную тяжесть, но по-думстерски плотно и неторопливо. Встречаются бластбиты (небыстрый темп музыки они не меняют), но материал, прежде всего, клавишно-ориентированный. Клавишные простые, в тоже время торжественные и завораживающие, они — единственный инструмент, прописанный четко. Гитара лишь изредка подхватывает мелодию единолично. Музыка, согласно названию, посвященная ночи, гимны луне (1, 9), зимней ночи (3), полет с заблудшими душами (2, 5, 7), необратимому времени (6)… Помните? «Сжует железо, сталь сожрет и скалы в порошок сотрет…». Нет, это, конечно, уже не «Nocturne»… Radigost и в музыке, и в текстах абсолютно неземной и, путешествуя с ним, вы коснетесь ногами разве что верхушек деревьев :). Не обошлось в текстах и без Него (4, 8, «Morning Star p.II», согласно буклету, позаимствовала лириксы «from Christian Bible»).
На диске от Stygian Crypt, переиздавших изначально вышедший на кассете материал, добавилось два трека 2002 года, иллюстрирующих переход к симфо-блэку, но, тем не менее, интересных. Особенно, «At Parting — Year 3000», подобранный с ужасного сборника «Hellfire-5», запоминающийся божественно спетой строкой «dead and dried remains…». В итоге: музыка для вдумчивого погружения. Но совсем иного, чем предлагают альбомы, например, Hieronymus Bosch. |
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Through the dark forests and mysterious swamps
I hear the cry of desolated souls scattered in the cold night sky,
went astray and dissolved in the spectral starlight.
Traveling above the mirror lakes and moonlit plains,
I can understand the eternity
and the harmony of the being shattering by you,
who are the deaf and blinded seed of ancient vices.
Hear our cry and follow the winds that will take you
to our pagan bonfires flaming in the name of our Mother
and exalting us to the majestic and cold night skies.
As the midnight is coming, pouring in the illusive twilight,
wolves will announce the reign of the night with their moonlight anthem
and all the birds and the beasts will become our brothers.
And under this mourning moon you will recognize and feel the sorrows
of our slavonic souls drowned in the soft fog of our dreams.
I'm walking in the night and grief chains my heart
when the autumn forest looses its leaves.
Tears of lost ages wash our souls and the Earth becomes black.
3. Winter Dusk
Lifeless frozen fields lay in the twilight mist,
dusk sky lowered, grey clouds are gathering.
Night lowers it's wings on the dismal snow deserts,
nightfall lays on the snow forests and meadows.
Moon is hidden by the clouds, snowflakes are dancing.
The cold fire of winter burns my naked soul.
Ethereal snow whirl takes me far from the earth surface.
Howling wind, spectral voices of the whirling snowstorm I hear.
Invisible demons of winter are raising me over the starlit clouds.
The ghostly moon is floating in the sky as if sadly reminder of the world's grief.
Stars are twinkling with cold light in the black astral chasm.
Winter night sky causes feeling of universe's infinity.
Winter souls are whirling in the snowfall,
luminous shades are gliding through the dark forest.
They take my shivering soul in their pagan round dance,
lost in the curtain of snow, dissolved in the winter dusk.
4. Night Sky
5. Morning Star
The abyss of forgotten dreams and desperate thoughts
was lost in the"bright"light of half God.
Evil embodiment of your vicious hopes,
I was lost in the labyrinth of the being.
Blind ones saw me and deaf ones heard me.
They didn't know that they are part of me and I am part of them.
Shining morning star, shining brighter than other stars,
I cry in the loneliness, face to face with my thoughts.
Can you hear me?
Lost in the forest of desires, I walk my path with you.
The beast hidden in your soul, the star in your mind.
6. Spirit Of The Past
Oblivion and melancholy cover my way.
Night opens the door in the cobweb of time.
My spirit is free and I'm going away
by the path of the past, to the world of my prime.
Lucifer, come to me, help me, my new father.
I'm dying in the gloom of ages, in the chains of mother Earth.
Hear my voice in the rustle of leaves,
my ancient song in the howl of wolves.
This forest is the cemetery of pagan souls
and only the moon will remember our tears.
I'll flap my wings and fly towards the moon wrapped in the clouds.
I am lonely raven of your ancient dreams,
I am your fear and your broken hope.
7. Paths Of Chronos
Millenniums, swallowing lives of nations
and casting generations down in the dust and oblivion,
mortifying hopes of people, why can't I touch your spectral surface.
Why can't I see my future and my past?
Chronicles of mankind's existence, ruins of great cities,
all drowned in the time sand, all was life somewhere,
somewhere in the past. (But could I be there?)
River of times flowing with countless streams of lives,
parallel realities and unrealizable future, can I find my ship in you?
Whirl of destiny and the waters of Chronos
are interlacing in the thin string of life.
Voices of infinity are heard in the every thought
and every thought is the beginning of lives of many.
Every soul is eternal in the tunnels and roads of possible destinies.
And I will pour myself in this flow of time.
I will leave my trace in the page of eternity.
8. Outcast
Look at this marvelous garden washed by warm rays of the sun.
Once I had roamed here until my power hasn't gone.
Formerly I had been free, I had been able to fly like the beautiful swans.
But once I have fallen and lost my wings,
and now I'm doomed to stay here forever.
My soul is the roaming star of dawn, the blackened sun of life.
I walked on the Earth and I went around it and I found nothing to console me.
He pushes us in oblivion and death and in our lust we cannot notice it.
We see us standing in the flowering meadows as we stand deep in blood.
I walk and look upon the Earth with my darkened bleeding soul.
In the sad beauty of sunset my spirit goes alone
without forgiveness but full of pride.
9. Morning Star (Part 2)
How art thou fallen from heaven, o Lu'ci-fer, son of the morning!
How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations.
For thou hast said in thine heart,
I will ascend into heaven,
I will exalt my throne above the stars of God:
I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation,
In the sides of the North:
I will ascend above the heights of the clouds;
I will be like the most High.
Yet thou shalt be brought down to Hell, to the sides of the pit.
10. Nocturne
Daylight leaves this world again, the burning ball called Sun
now again must go down, behind the inaccessible line.
Wings of the night are low above me, night wrapped deserted fields,
mist is trembling above the lake, above the trees and weeds.
Nocturne
Meadow under nightly sky
In the calling light of stars
Nocturne
Wind whispering from shady fields
Indescribable beauty of the night.
Far and lonely silent shadows are flitting in the starlit fields,
wrapped in the dismal fog, gloomy hills are lying.
White light of the moon is reflecting in the cold mirror of the lake,
in the smooth of the water I can see night sky.
I am standing among the vast of the night,
I see forgotten faces. In whisper of the lonely wind
I hear forgotten voices... so far away... and so near.
The night is penetrating in my mind, its beauty is penetrating in my heart.
I don't need the reality of this world any more,
I'm raising on the wings of the night into black and cold sky.
I'm raising far away from this dirt, my suffering is ending now.
I don't need the light of this world any more.
My spirit will be free at last now.
The Moon takes me.
11. Autumn Dawn