Tool в ходе выступления 5 мая на фестивале Welcome To Rockville (Джексонвилл, Флорида) впервые за 13 лет исполнили две новые песни — "Descending" и "Invincible". Ниже доступны видеоролики, снятые фанатами.
We will fly with the storm And attack with the lightning To extinct the human race Before they extinct everything else
Sweeping across the countries Destroying all we see They don't deserve the gift of life Make room for the new race
After desolating the face of the earth We will layour eggs in the still warm ashes And the fuzzy baby penguins Will have human corpses for their first meal
According to the legends There is a creature Hiding in the northern woods His heart is cold as winter And his hair is made of leaves
Where his name is mentioned A cold wind bends the trees For he's the one that fills our souls with fear For he is Skogsmulle!
He lures children into the woods And makes them become his disciples There they are taught to live only on death cap And to throw stones On the people Walking in the forest
In the northern woods He is one with his surroundings Every tree his castle walls Every stone his throne
Where his name is mentioned A cold wind bends the trees For he's the one that fills our souls with fear
In a cold naked cell A lunatic stares at the empty walls With a blank expression on his face But with a smile on his rugged lips
His mind travels beyond this world To a place created by his funny brain There are trees in different values In all the colors of the rainbow
Just like a stoned junkies dream Where the grass is blue and the sky is green With yellow elephants flying in the sky Like when you smokepot and get really high So many colorshat you almost go blind All this created by a lunatics bizzare mind
Transformed to an image made of dreams The lunatic ruins naked through the wilderness With strange flowers springing in his footsteps Followed by an evil shade of pink Knowing not that it is his last day in life
Out of the ashes Of the destroying (smurf) village One survivor rose That day he swore not to rest Until Gargamel was dead
While walking through the woods A shadow emerged from behind the trees Together they returned to the ruins of the village
The village was desolated Smashed to pieces and burned down The limbs of the poor smurfs Scattered all over the ground But their flesh was still warm
Together they decided to perform The ancient smurf ritual of necromancy In order to invoke the fallen ones To create the army of undead smurfs
Under the sign of the blue mark They marched towards Gargamels castle The old sorcerer did not know What horrible evil would strike upon him
He was paralyzed by the horrifying sight When he saw the hideous army Bursting out from the midnight fog Crawling and trembling towards his home He tried to escape, but they ate his toes (took a bite of his ass, played golf with his balls) And feasted upon the rest of his dismembered body
When it was down, they marched on To spread terror all over the world The superior race of rotten flesh Blue and white with blood on their hats
Vi sålde våra hemman och gav oss sedan ut, som fågelen bortflyger, när sommaren tar slut. Han kommer en gång åter när våren skrider fram, men vi få aldrig skåda vårt kära fosterland.
Och när vi kommo till den liverpoolska hamn begynte ångerns tårar så stritt att bryta fram. Det blev en hjärtans sveda i bröstet på var och en. Man talar blott om Sverige och om sitt förra hem.
Vi packades tillsammans uti ett osunt kvav. Det var för oss att skåda liksom en öppen grav. Och födan som vi fraktat ifrån vår svenska jord den blev oss nu förbjuden att taga med ombord.
Och när vi hade seglat en vecka eller två, ett mörker däcket höljde och bredde sig därpå. Ej se varann vi kunde, knappt andas eller gå. Det var en gruvlig plåga för stora och för små.
Nu blir en ömklig hunger, med sorg och grät och gny. En jämmer som sig tränger till himlens höga sky. Och döden gruvligt härjar bland mänskorna ombord. Man ser de döda kastas i havets vilda flod.
Det är det som grämer mitt hjärta till min död. Att se de arma barnen här gråta efter bröd. Vi kunde ej dem hjälpa, ej lindra deras snöp. De måste nu få gråta och sedan därpå dö.
Довольно интересная работа - необычные рифы, интересные соляки, классные фишки с мелодикой, вроде ускорения трека или отдельные бас-линии. Вокалист также радует.
Tracklist: 1. Raven Lord 2. Hagalaz 3. The Blood Dimmed Tide 4. Inscription in Metal 5. Pyres of Heathen Kings 6. Helm of Awe 7. Mannaz (Immortal Journey of the Chainless Mind) 8. Maelstrom 9. The Hidden Force 10. Rider of the Nine 11. Ascendant Lunar Runes
Nokturnal Mortum - До лунарної поезії | To Lunar Poetry (2022), Украина.
Я чуть не прихерел, когда увидел превью, думая что это новый альбом (который может быть не за горами). На самом деле это переиздание одноименной демо записи, длинной в целый альбом. Сказать что "Небесное серебро Перуна" звучит охеренно это ничего не сказать.
Idle Hands - Don't Waste Your Time (EP), 2018; USA
Как пишут в комментах на ютубчике: "Вокал как The Cure или ранний Depeche Mode". Мне тоже так показалось.
Сам EP — смесь гот-рока/пост-панка с элементами хэви-метал. Звучит интересно. Хотя, если вам в принципе не близок ни пост-панк, ни готик-рок, то лучше "Don't Waste Your Time" и не слушайте это. :)
