and the Deception Circus

Disquised Masters

Год : 1999

Ну сколько же можно с восторженным вскриком «Темнота! Тьма!» ставить всяким неучам 10 по десятибалльной? Сколько можно гонять на вертаке одни и те же музыкальные конструкции? А тем временем, господа, свершилось. Открыта новая эпоха рок-музыки. Совершен переход Рубикона и интегрированы абсолютно разные стили. Музыка пост-20 века – это соединение ветвей одного дерева. .

Это не мода, не «трэнд», это то, что действительно преодолевает застой стилей. Этот вот альбом Arcturus вслед за Cynic или теми-же Rammstein – чистый авангард, совмещающий просто сумасшедшее количество стилей, но при этом это не причуда, но необходимость. Здесь есть индастриал, метал и акустика, брэйк-биты, виолончельки и т.д. Все вокалы, как обычно, чистые (Гарм-то петь умеет и любит). Электронные эксперименты со звуком достаточно чумовые, и всё вместе звучит достаточно свежо, а это уже очень много.

Ну и в самом деле, сколько можно слушать альбомы с бодрой мелодией под энергичные бласты, начинающиеся протяжным (и натужным) рыком или хриплым блэковым верещанием??

self-disciple

Darkside

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На самом деле группа уже не существует. Но вокалист этой команды Garm, он же вокалист группы ULVER, с согласия остальных музыкантов которые были задействованы в этом проекте, решил немного поэксперементировать. В результате, получился суперэкспериментальный альбом. Всего две новые вещи напоминают о прошлом группы. Как я понял, это нереализованный материал. Остальные вещи все старые и известные. Но все они представлены в новой эспериментальной индустриальной обработке. На фоне тяжёлых гитар звучит музыка всех стилей и направлений. И на всё это наложена куча потрясающих звуковых спецэффектов. Одна песня в джазовой обработке, другая в рэповой, третья в техно-версии. Много индустриальщины, техно-фишек. А последняя вещь, инструментальная, сделана в духе APOCALYPTICA, всё сыграно на виолончелях с небольшими вкраплениями скрипок. Очень впечатляет, хотя слушается альбом с большим трудом. Слишком много всего понавёрнуто, понамешано.
Dimas

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Ничего более фундаментального, более интересного, более разнопланового и при этом более целостного мне не доводилось слышать вообще... Немного напоминает такой же великолепный альбом Ulver "Marriage Of Heaven And Hell"/ More scores »

английская версия

Album lyrics ARCTURUS LYRICS Disguised Masters (1999) 1. White Tie Black Noise 2. Deception Genesis 3. Du Nordavind 4. Alone 5. The Throne Of Tragedy 6. La Masquerade Infernale 7. Master Of Disguise 8. Painting My Horror 9. Ad Astra 1. White Tie Black Noise 2. Deception Genesis Unfortunate the hoax that you are not immune For if beauty was hurt Like children naked and misused We would aspire towards States of disturbed emotions And never need to mirror off Like shadows of a greater joy While moralist angels repare Their heavenly cocktail lounge In darker institutions They are beyond discipline And repentance is no option But do not despair I know of an exit Destruction thinkers travel The other way around Where directions are none And the ground is gone Such treacherous gates to enter Even bigger doubts inside Doors shut from the outsid And you hear the sound Of someone walking away You just disappeared In a backsweep Of darkness and stars

3. Du Nordavind Et blekt avdagsleite Famler hen, til nattvart himmel Vandring hjem, til nattsvart himmel Vandring hjem I eismal Under skumringens tidligste stjerne Tusm_rket dypner I det fjerne Du nordavind, jeg speider fjern og n+r Kommer du igjen fra de _e land hvor ingen mann er? Tilsammen - vi to. over beksvart hav Enn om du aldri hit vil komme Jeg tilbyi deg mitt kj_lnende blod Evig vil min sjel skue mot nord Stundom mitt sinn skal reise Til tid tar slutt paa jord Hver en j+vel vill Som sank I vann f_r tid var til... Jeg drev forlatt og vandret vill Ennu har du ikke h_rt mitt hill I tomme natten skimjet jeg Et glimt av land, en evig ild 4. Alone [Poem by Edgar Allan Poe] From childhood's hour I have not been As others were - I have not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone Then - in my childhood - in the dawn Of a most stormy life - was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain From the sun that 'round me roll'd In it's autumn tint of gold - From the lighting in the sky As it pass'd me flying by - From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that look the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.

5. The Throne Of Tragedy [based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren] [is translated by the undersigned, and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg] Hear! From this day forth are the heights of Horeb broken and the sea of sulphur-ice. And blasphemy! in heaven's chambers: Souls had fled their halls and closed was the book of life. And behold! The great, white throne: black with sacred blood Our father - Dead by his own hands: an epitaph worthy no king. And so is everything a nameless lie. Who, my god, am I? Man knows me as Lucifer, the serpent of old. The wretched hold my banner high. Your gift - all life! - I grant a grave Yet I am not your death. Come carry forth the crown to your once held throne. Here is where my suffering should cease - but alas; I am crowned in grief unheard of! In this lone monarchy - without a friend of foe - I greet the mourning sun with strife and a song: Please speak my name! And leave me not in the dust of death. I am weighed down beneath the tragedy crown, - nameless, and alone, a fatherless son. [JHS 1996] 6. La Masquerade Infernale

7. Master Of Disguise ("No! this face is only a mask, a wicked ornament, illuminated by an exquisite grimace, Look and see, atrociously contorted, The real head, and the sincere face Turned back under the shadow of the face which lies" Charles Baudelaire) He is profanity in sanctity's guise An alias assumed I do realize In their eyes, his cause - when enticing and cunning in impact is still a criminal and evil act So look for him vainly, He, the incarnation of magickal nature He turns unrecognizable even to the experienced eye You obsessively pursue him Failing to see, hat was why he came to be one who annihilates with such impunity He appears your friend, but the Saint hides many Satans He's contemptuous, you know of your Godgiven stupidities He calls you in question with affected modesty and create of you an object of derision You think him to be pariah whom company does exclude But in the midst of all frenzy He is - feasting in a transitory mood Passion is a strict lord He is also its humble slave When bereft of common ways, He strides before you on water He makes clowns of kings, charm the guests, rides the ball Is the master of disguise Prince of the thousandfold face the charming jester's smile which invites reason to demise and imaginations rise Inscrutable yes, venting his spleen Somewhere night and day between Is the master of disguise

8. Painting My Horror It was a dark night, I couldn't see; And senses were unbound in ESP When in dream awake, I'd paint. Subconscious, the expanse I saw The portal to minds eye, open! - I contemplated Who it was that pulled the strings Of those things I saw in dreadful masquerade Of stark madness went merry round with my head I passed out, embraced their world Savoured the poetry of revolt - Sheer elegy of menace I have not been the same since, I took on the profession of a devil The world I see in a grotesque light Evil perform with the gestures of a clown Pure I live in blasphemy Mephisto I am hidden in Madonnas gown From the code of common sense I'm free To bad you are not here to partake my strange horror 'Cause here is where our ways will part I will not exchange this power, spring of my suffering, I do not envy the conscience pure of the blind man in his bliss world I would not be devoid the fruit of guile 9. Ad Astra I have everywhere sought, and nowhere found So I lift the bleedin' bodkin And trust the grief deepest in The gleaming bodies of the infinite skies Have for my spirit The cold charm Of death's welcoming eyes In secret to my soul They are ideals of old