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Deinonychus
« Insomnia »
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1 | Nightfall Guides Insomnia to Be an Everlasting Torture, with This Being the Consequence 05:03
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| 2 | We Have Uncovered a Question and Now We Must Unearth the Answer 10:35
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| 3 | To Diagnose the Fortunes of Paranoia Consuming Conciousness and Sanity 11:00
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| 4 | Long I Feared That My Sins Would Return to Visit Me, and the Cost Ms More Than I Can Bear 10:25
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| 5 | Reasons to Open Your Eyelids and Awake the Apocalypse Iris Is Telling You 07:19
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| | Total playing time: 44:22 |
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Marco Kehren - vocals, guitars, bass
Additional musicians:
Steve Wolz - drums
Giuseppe Orlando - drums
Alessio Fagrelli - keyboards |
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“Insomnia” was recorded and mixed at The-Outer-Sound-Studios in Rome, Italy by Giuseppe Orlando (engineering and mix), Valerio (co-engineering and mix) and Marko Kehren (mix)
“Insomnia” was mastered at at The-Outer-Sound-Studios in Rome, Italy by Giuseppe Orlando
The music & lyrics on “Insomnia” have been completely written and arranged by Marco Kehren
Artwork and layout designed in Quebec, Canada by Eric Masicotte |
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| 1. Nightfall Guides Insomnia To Be An Everlasting Mental Torture, With This Being The Concequence
Carried away by the kiss of the night, heaven pitch black, the moon my only guide
My eyes gazing holes, mirror a timeless labyrinth, downstairs I go for a while
The most abominate memories arise, p |
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Как оказалось, проект Deinonychus имеет богатую историю, существует с 1993 года и “Insomnia” это аж шестой студийный альбом. Признаюсь честно, до момента попадания этого диска ко мне в руки, я ничего не знал об этой команде, и, соответственно, не имел счастья слушать их прошлые работы. И послушав “Insomnia” особого желания искать 5 предыдущих дисков как-то не испытал. Командой Deinonychus можно называть с натяжкой, по сути это one man project голландца Marco Kehren’a, приглашающего для записи альбома сессионных музыкантов. На этот раз прописать партии ударных были рекрутированы Steve Wolz из Bethlehem и Giuseppe Orlando из Novembre, а партии клавиш Alessio Fagrelli из Morgana´s Kiss . “Вдохновение” же при написании диска Marco почерпнул из печальных событий 11 сентября 2004 года. За исключением первой, несмотря на свое длинное название, всего лишь 4 минутной “Nightfall guides insomnia to be an everlasting mental torture, with this being the consequence”, с классическим саундом начала 90-х в духе My Dying Bride и Tiamat времен альбома “Clouds”, еще 3 песни имеют ставшее для дума де-факто стандартным время чуть больше 10 минут, и только последняя не дотянула до этого времени немногим меньше 3-х минут. Песни тягучи и размерены, гроулинг неплох и выразителен, но ощущение, что все это уже слышал и не раз не покидает все 40 минут. Попытки разнообразить печальные мелодии блэковым повизгиванием или бруталдэтовым рычанием не продуманны и смотрятся нелепо, а две последние вещи и вовсе до того банальны и скучны, что до концовки “Insomnia” добираешься на морально волевых и борешься со сном всеми возможными способами. В целом диск рассчитан исключительно на коллекционеров, ничем особенным “Insomnia” похвастаться не может. Если же хочется услышать какую-то новую думовую группу, то мой Вам совет: обратите внимание на каталог Firebox Records, где собрано множество более и классных и серьезных коллективов, чем банда голландца одиночки Marco Kehren’a. (Диск предоставлен компанией CD-Maximum) |
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Mentally cursed this journey, paralyzed eyelids, pushed the pause-button of life
Riding the beast for such a long time, surreal madness, no sleep will ever arrive
Scarlet visions of my open pulse, liquid draining away, is this a dream to be told?
Chaotic and picturesque, voices strangled to death, without any emotion expressed
Where to find the beauty of sleep, is it for sale somebody say, killing my conciousness
Insomnia is my name
Raping your peace
Piercing you
Mindless
I give you timeless thoughts
Cold and sweated limbs
Exhausted you'll awake
Memories painting torture
Walk like the dead
Hell on earth killing time, murder peace of mind, by daylight condemned to be blind
Returning every night, countless and deformed, the horror roaring inside
Jumping from the edge, no more nights appear, quietly and yet peaceful
Weakened and dead flesh, remains of utter punishment, peace at last.
2. We Have Uncovered A Question And Now We Must Unearth The Answer
Thrown through a window, naked they had to fall
Easy prey for knives to seize, screaming and applauding
Tongues tasting the odour, the eyes anaesthetized, witness
Barely motivating forward, the question to this dismayed answer
Bones that fathoming immensely, while crushing on the pavement
Aghast they gazed amongst us, not willing to answer at all
Chained and adhered by faith, scripted words to be obeyed
A trail of bloodied feathers left, resolving the knives quest
Machines spawning heavenly music, silently they stop smiling
Throw back your steaming laughter, and close that window forever
We cannot find the answer to this all, clouded our visions are
The blood mirrors many questions, unable to reveal the answer
Heavy the weight, carrying the soulless, holes to be emptied
Stabbing on and on, amusing the heartless, follow the blade
Stripped naked, winter welcomes them with a warm surface, questioning
The years have taken the young and the old, knives never asleep
Stop this madness from taking my sanity, the window is nearby
I see them coming on the stairway, the knives welcoming their bearing
3. To Diagnose The Fortunes Of Paranoia Consuming Consciousness And Sanity
Curtains fell from the night, divulging blasphemy, orifice wound
Amassing from the flames, raining from the blue, ashes remain
Immersed by intense heat, melting tissue burns, pale is my skin
Injected fuel penetrating my veins, boiling my brains, satisfactory diagnose
Dissever me, entomb me
Killing me, entomb me
Grass is growing here, smiling upon me, blackened soil remains
Glass pieces mirror, horrifying silhouettes, walls weeping silently
Ice stiffened my limbs, constrained emotions, isolating fear
Dismantling the core, swept away with ire, another sin ends Frankly seen
I don't care, no witness to tell, collecting a thousand memories
Paranoia takes me
4. Long I Feared That My Sins Would Return To Visit Me, And The Cost Is More Than I Bear
The night an overture that frightens my sentience
Blurred visions of the past taken the midnight train
Gas escaping from tubes hands straining to obscurity
No station we would stop by straight on to Nemesis
The fire cauterizing creating a sun into those very nights
Pictures remaining to visit the burden weighting so heavy
Birds witness the smell of the burning ones coming their way
I pray and pray but this midnight train is here to stay
Thousands have pledged for mercy at my knees in despair
A gunshot through their head I really couldn't care
The collection of tears would dowsing the candle forever
Mindless I stare at dusk another train to arrive soon
Half a century later surrounded by grieving voices in pain The barrel pointed to my head would be my last train..
5. Reasons To Open Your Eyelids And Awake The Apocalypse Iris Is Telling You
Staring the blind, they are surrounded by a view without electricity
Can't see the readings of God, not believing the world is telling them
Slashed their veins, they cannot tell what colour their blood is pouring from
I agree upon thee, that life without a view is a rape of light and vision
Their eyes had been taken, by surprise, with cruelty, and sadism
Incursion followed, with horrid pain, my hands couldn't stop,
I had to claim Carmine my flesh, I've taken their light,
I am the sadist, you're the walking night
Couldn't see my face, wondered why,
I behold all power, no one is innocent
Retribution for what I never could see...
Scattered they walk to bury their eyes...
Speaking voices spinning in my head claiming the views upon I fed
Those pictures collected from the innocent enfeebling my will to live
Deep down my journey facing the last of images passing by
The sadist betrayed me, all this cruelty to read here was just a lie...
Raped, my sanity
Life, taken from me