Шведский секстет Marionette недавно отправился в студию Fredman вместе с продюсером Fredrik’ом Nordstrom’ом (In Flames, Bring Me The Horizon), чтобы начать запись своего третьего альбома, который пока не получил названия, диск должен выйти в начале 2011 года на лейбле Listenable Records.
Теперь сравните предыдущую песню и эту, более модерновую. Сделайте выводы для себя. Мне кажется, каждая группа имеет право на свой путь самовыражения через ту музыку, которую они играют, нет ничего зазорного в том, чтобы качественной музыкой зарабатывать себе на хлеб.
In Flames
Only For The Weak
I can't tolerate your sadness Cause it's me you are drowning (You're drowning me) I won't allow (allow) any happiness Cause everytime you laugh, I feel so (so weak)... guilty (guilty) I feel so guilty Am I forced to have any regret I've become the lie, beautiful and free In my righteous own mind I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me I've lost the ability to paint the clouds Cause it's me you're draining (You're draining me) I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark tale Cause everytime you run, I fall (fall).. behind (behind) I fall behind And so I hear my voice again The tale of the bitter man there I am Shake the silence and hear what it says The tranquil pride that become the lie Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak On bleeding knees, oh, I accept my fate [instrumental part] Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak On bleeding knees, oh, I accept my fate Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak On bleeding knees...
До сих пор большая половина металхэдов со стажем не устаёт ворчать в адрес шведской группы In Flames, не простив им ухода от традиций мелодик дэта и коммерциализации своего творчества и плюясь в адрес их последних альбомов. По моему скромному мнению, их старое творчество и новое модерновое звучание одинаково хорошо (кроме альбома Reroute To Remain: от него сильно отдает ню-металом). Ведь эта группа стояла у колыбели МДМ и в 1996 сотворили эталон жанра, икону стиля - The Jesper Race. Предлагаю послушать песню из этого альбома и сравнить с более новой, которая не замедлит появится за этим блогом.
In Flames
Artifacts Of The Black Rain
Stood there leaning to the city moon, casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms the black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque in the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world He cried for night / but night could not come so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away and fed the empty galleries with the artifacts of the black rain sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile He made the footprints a part of his heart to rouse a sacred confrontation Stood there carving on the monument to lies digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil as the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs he disappears into her cold, icy womb
In Flames
Crawl Through Knives
The black hole Forever mine I need the fear Push me out Ohh be brave Show me signs Should I feel shame for the questions that I have? If you could be The things I need (I'll crawl through knives an inch per tear) These knees,they bleed, for you (Let the colour persuade the hate that you fear) Feed the lie Force the reason Leave me in doubt Need some motivation It's in my hands The sky, so bright It's burning It's for me to decide If flames will reach heaven tonight It's in my hands Nailed to the floor Paralyzed Emotions drifting Touching the new If you could be The things I need (I'll crawl through knives An inch per tear) These knees, they bleed for you (Let the colour persuade the hate That you fear) It's in my hands The sky, so bright It's burning It's for me to decide If flames will reach heaven tonight It's in my hands The sky, so bright It's burning It's for me to decide If flames will reach heaven tonight It's in my hands The sky, so bright It's burning It's for me to decide If flames will reach heaven tonight It's in my hands The sky, so bright It's burning It's for me to decide If flames will reach heaven tonight.
