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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 19:37   #1
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Канада Cursed


Cursed – это хардкор / метал группа, включающая в себя участников огромного количества других канадских DIY-групп с ранних 90-х до нашего времени (Haymaker, Left For Dead, The Swarm, Acrid, Ruination, The Black Hand, Countdown to Oblivion, Shallow North Dakota, Crux of Aux, Quest For Fire, Burning Love и многих других). Cursed сформировались в 2001-м непосредственно после развала группы The Swarm (в которой играли трое участников Cursed), оригинальный состав был рассредоточен между разными частями Квебека и Онтарио (Канада), но сейчас он базируется в Торонто и Хемильтоне. Известные своими фирменными нигилистическими и анти-утопическими темами лирики, мрачной стилистикой классических фильмов ужасов, и жесткими живыми выступлениями, которые группа давала чуть ли не по всему миру. А издавались парни на таких не последних лейблах в мире андерграундной музыки, как Deathwish Inc, Goodfellow Records, Hex Records и Trash Art. Не так давно группа издала EP Blackout At Sunrise и переиздание альбома 2003-го года “I”, которое вышло только на виниле и музыкой не отличалось от оригинального издания. В 2007-м году парни закончили свой третий альбом, который увидел свет в 2008-м и сходу получил положительные отзывы многих критиков и ценителей такой музыки. "Cursed III: Architects of Troubled Sleep" был смикширован давним другом группы Донну Купером, и отмастерен Аланом Доучесом, а обложку альбому нарисовал Джон Дайер Бейзли из Baroness. В данный момент группа находится в туре, посвященном выходу последнего альбома.
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Состав:
Chris Colohan TM - вокал
Christian McMaster - гитара
Dangerous Dan Dunham - бас-гитара
Mike "The Mauler" Maxymuik - барабаны

Дискография:

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2002 - Demo Recording, Self-Released

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2003 - I, Deathwish Inc.
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1) Polygraph
the body's been dead not seven days, you've already fucked it a hundred ways.
stiffer than some but more willing than most,
"if this is your idea of some kind of joke..."
you can teach your razorblade a thing or two about suicide.
now cross your heart and wash these sheets,
you're going to wake the whole fucking street.
let's get this thing off the nearest bridge.
and i know you didn't mean to,
sweetheart you never mean to,
i know you never meant to,
but you did.


2) God And Country (Some folks inhert...
coming on in full salute with conquest in their eyes.
with burning torches cast against the empty skies.
they cut our losses with sharpest knives, where villains thrive and heroes die.
line 'em up and point the blame, us and them one and the same.
line 'em up and point the blame, and you'll be gone when the lights come on.
face down in the mud, your hands filthy with blood, your world still the same, taste the pain of nothing changed.
here among the dead and dying, the troops are either mute or trying,
and it's all that stands between a medal and a crime.
final frontier falls to decay. last of hope rotting away.
disillusioned. the perfect citizen.
still trying to add it up as the black rain falls, and we all fall with it.
god and country sold you out and fed you scapegoats for your doubts.
last of the hope....add it up.


3) Promised Land
you bought their lines and you staked their trail, followed their moves to the last detail.
and all that they sold you was death, on the five year plan,
and left you to rot in their promised land.
and what made you think that the life on the screen could be you?
no returns for your broken dreams when you get it home and it's not what it seems.
this is not the promised land.


4) bloody mary
five times in the mirror and there you are. staring dead ahead with the virgins eyes. its tearing me apart. i cant control my actions. and i cant control my thoughts. and when i see the things you've done. it makes me fucking hot. all in crimson. bathed in blood. your secrets burning a hole through my heart. liberties with the flesh. a statue never bled like this. crimes. crimes against the skin. and im both feet in. i know its wrong. i know its wrong now bring it on.


5) Negative Two Point Five
got cut, along the line. got cut, and opened wide. and opened wide. and opened wide.
got cut, right where the people come out. took a scalpel to my doubts.
i found the glitch and pulled it out.
diffused the timebomb.
they cut the right wire when they cut the white wire.
with no apologies to hypothetical tragedies.
got cut, one less heart to break. one less mind to rape.
one less victim, one less grave.
you'll never have my eyes. you'll never blame my hands.
one less victim, one less grave.


6) Nineteen Seventy Four
1974, you got what you came for.
a suicide and a bottle of gin and you're in. and you're in. got you in. and you're in.
1974, and they've been telling me it's so much more, but this just looks like skin on skin from here.
so what is it i'm supposed to find so sacred in this?
'cause i'm not seeing anything too sacred in this. no nothing sacred here.
"father?" what are you? and what am i?
son of the glint in your eye. bastard son of all your impure thoughts.
she never forgot the value of trust. when all our restraint turns to dust.
but there's this old familiar glint in my eyes. old faithful tells me otherwise.
1974...i am what you came for.


7) guilt parade
two thousand years and you've got me convinced it was me that nailed you to that cross. and your friends down here below. they'd like to make me think that it was me who threw the first stone. the fuckup who can never atone. no i wont carry your cross. its not mine to bear. the wholes in your hands are your own. the ones in my head are mine to repair. assualt me with your guilt parade. drag me down with your guilt parade. drag your misery through the streets. make it mine. and tell me when my guilt is enough. sufficient enough to cover the cost (the rising cost) of my salvation in your eyes. your salvation. my damnation. spit blood in the face of your tradition. whos the martyr and whos the roman here in your sick fantasy? who goes first in your guilt parade? whos on first in your guilt parade? be the hero, be the martyr - i'll throw the first stone all over again. bury you. bury you. history will bury you alive. (absolve me)


8) another day
punch the clock and assume the position and never ask for any more. live and die going through there motions and never knowing what the fuck for. turn the dollar. dig the hole deeper. regret as you get another year older. a foot in the grave, a cogin a wheel. bred to be slaves to there ideals. here among the lifeless. the worthless. the hopeless. keep me to tired to think. keep me to fucked to care. but tomorrows another day, thats what the hopeless say.


9) opposable thumbs
hand over mouth. whites of the eyes. these scars will heal just in time for summer. for killing season. when your old man gets home to criminal disarray you tell him icarus was here today. whatever gets you through the night. i never said that this was right. for everything you never said, for everything you never did. no roses on an unmade bed. i never said that any of this was safe and clean. when your old man gets home tell him sisyphus was right. the myth is real. you get to the top. the rock falls down the other side. again and again. and its all for naught. these scars will heal but we never will...so what separates us from animals again? whites of the eyes. its in the whites of the eyes. hand over mouth. whites of the eyes. these scars will heal and your just in time. just in time. just in time for killing season.


10) Pariah
whispered your name in a busy room and everyone stopped talking.
brought you up in a confessional and all the grown men within earshot
lost their faith and walked away, walked away and walked away.
lost their faith and walked away.
so what is it you're not telling me?
oh yeah, this time around, i'm not asking.
and oh, how small this town gets when you start asking for too many names.
so where you've come from and where you're going,
i don't care and i'm not asking.
i'd hit the lights, touch your lips.
you'd turn to dust like all the rest.
[свернуть]


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2004 - Hell Comes Home [EP], Hex Records
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2005 - II, Goodfellow
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1) Intro/Fatalist
It's too late. It's too late. I talked. I told them everything. I confessed my long list of crimes to all the subway suicides. Not absolved but laid bare. And the secret double lives of all the rat race patriarchs go on and on - and let them die there.
I've looked through all the windows. I've gone through all the drawers. More empty now than ever before. We're going down to Hell together or not at all.
And the dead hollow shells of consumer investments that promised completion but just left more holes to fill. Let'em kill. I've got one for the fatalists that like to fuck the mannequins. So who's the deviant in this success story?
It's too late. It's too late. I confessed. Sold you out.


2) Reparations
Dear victim. I'm a long time listener but a first time caller. Dear victim I just wanted to say how I'm sorry about your loss (and my place in it). A better world? What would you do with a better world?
But here I go again, making one more enemy. Oh here it comes again. I said the wrong thing. I did the wrong thing. Tore through your safe space. A slap in the victim's face.
An unauthorized opinion in this house of persecution, and you know it does us more harm than good but we feed it anyway. Attack. Defend. Attack again. One of them I'm one of them. Attack. Defend. Attack again - One of them.
So you've got a system down. How to keep them all running around. Dishing out apologies so they never stop to say "I don't owe you anything. You don't know me and never did".
But when all you want to see is a threat and a loaded weapon then sister you know it's guilty of everything.


3) R.I.P.
Crash course in burning out I said I'd never be the kind so stuck in glory days they forget to let the dead bury their own. So what is this that's trying to slow me down? Feels like the dead weight of all our broken promises and every stillborn declaration carried too far too long.
I remember the songs that saved me. And the words that came so easy. And the pulpits that sprang up beneath our feet. And it never even crossed our minds the words could ever be wrong. All that confidence wasted on the young.
We tapped that vein and bled it dry. Now nothing fits (yeah but what ever did?) We always thought that we had time. To let the dead bury their own. We always thought that we had time.


4) Head of the Baptist
This is the one baptist. I can feel it in the air. The late night infomercial that's going to save your life.. The warden's call in the eleventh hour. And it's easy to say but it's hard to remember that praose is for suckers and death is forever. Under your nose but just over your head. Martyr meets maker in ten shades of red.
These are your twelve steps. Take them on your knees. Show them at the door and they'll let you in free. These are your twelve steps. Take them on your knees. Show them the blood and you get in for free. Under your nose but just over your head. Martyr meets maker in ten shades of red.
And I've got a one track mind. And you know it's gonna get me tried. I've got a one track mind (and you know...)
Line twenty-six admits to martyr envy. And it's true - I wanted it to be my head staring up at you. Seeing what the eyes still see for ten seconds more. Hot from the floor. And ready to serve. This is your head on a canvas looking my way. And the kitchen's gonna need the plate back.
Take them down to the river and drown them now while you have the chance. While their young necks still fit in your hands. But save the souls 'cause you never know. Never know where they're gonna land. They grow like weeds when you let them. Yeah you lost your head to a pretty face. Baptist.


5) The Void
He's passed out for the night. Lived in one house all his life. You can count the decades in his eyes. Fifty year old fistfights and the scars they leave. All the aweful liars, all the perfect thieves.
But he trusts in the rule of law and hates the current scapegoats. Never asked for more. And what will he have to show for the years of hard work, faithful service and standardized routines?
And when he dies alone with nothing in hand, burned out shell of a working man, when he dies alone with empty hands - How long will the body lie before someone walking by notices the smell, calls the cops and they come and put him in a box (and mark it with a number)?
Somewhere past the city limits somebody pulls a file, stamps it void and throws it on a pile. We take care of our own. At least on paper. We take care of our own. Who gets his number?


6) Two
(Instrumental)


7) Old Money
They've got words I never heard. All seeing eyes staring me down through the centuries. And all with thirty-three degrees of separation in between the indoctrinated and the paraoid.
Someone turn the lights on. Got an old and sinking feeling that the wolves are at my doorstep. In the concrete. In the context.
Blindness of the ages passed on to the children. Built the courthouse, built the schools and built the circles they live and die in. And the wolves can wait it out while they live and die in doubt. The lies that fall from the books we trusted. The skull and bones that rise again. The Devil's in the details, in the walls.
Someone turn the lights on. Got an old and sinking feeling that the wolves are at my doorstep. And always have been.
Someone turn the lights on. Turn the lights on. Turn the lights on. Someone turn the lights on. Turn the lights on. Turn the lights on.


8) Clocked In, Punched Out
"Who killed the time? What's left that's mine?" Face down in a nation of thieves. What do you do when you're not on your knees drawing out nine to five disease?
(You kill the time. Get back in line) Last of the great team players, just payments away from freedom. Swinging from his neck in a two car garage.
(Oh no. Years to go) Signed out like a company car. He leaves behind a trail of scars and a morbid fear of closed in spaces, collared shirts and dying alone.


9) Model Home Invasion
When the lights went out you were shoved to the ground. Power station exploded. They're all watching it go down.
This is a heatwave. This is a heatwave. This is a heatwave. Someone's gonna get burned.
And all your trust boils down to this: the neighbour's hands that hold your wrists tight. Tight. Tight around your property rights.
Hands on you. Eyes on you. Teeth in you in the dark
The clock has stopped. No alarm went off. Remember when you slept with doors unlocked? Well that was then and this is now. And this is now. And this is a heatwave. Someone's gonna get burned. Someone always gets burned.


10) Hell Comes Home
Welcome home in a bodybag from the front lines of defeat. Discharged "to a normal life" in a room that's two feet wide and six feet deep.
And the flag on your coffin, it might as well be the nails. When all else fails, you are the wind that sets their sails to a war played out before you were born. Business as usual. It's business as usual. Your business as usual is killing us all. So bring out your dead. Chalk up the score and we'll go through the motions once more.
Buried on a Sunday in a military grave with a six gun salute from the master to the slave. For the life that you gave. The promises that they broke. And the bribes that you paid.
Back in the land of the dead you're buried where you fall. No glorious deeds etched into a wall. The monument is the blood in the sand. Blood in the oil. Blood on your hands.
When Hell comes home, there's Hell to pay. This is the price of oil.


11) Outro
(Instrumental)
[свернуть]


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2006 - Blackout At Sunrise [EP], Goodfellow
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2007 - I [Reissue], Trash Art

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2008 - III: Architects of Troubled Sleep, Goodfellow
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Тексты:


1) Architects of Troubled Sleep
(Instrumental/Electronic)


2) Night Terrors
Here�s to the end of another day. Another dream you can�t relate. Another stiff that owns your time, with six more ways to split your mind into the dissociated states that pass for survival. Night Terrors, Sum of all the parts. Cold Sweat, Alone in the Dark. Night Terrors. Enemy of Sleep. Cold Sweat. Freedom to Weep. The death toll pornography they feed you all day comes back at night and it comes back in spades. Dead twin in the room staring back at you, with a message from all your tomorrows: �You Never Get Out�. Are you hopeless enough? Got problems, now you got problems. And we worked hard to lay them in your path. To keep you just hopeless enough. This sleepwalk on broken legs, modern man�s Dance of Death. Here comes the sun, the Trauma King says �Smile and keep moving, you won�t feel a thing�. Night Terrors, Sum of all the parts. Cold Sweat, Alone in the Dark. Night Terrors. Enemy of Sleep. Cold Sweat.


3) Magic Fingers
C.O.N.T.R.O.L., feed you young on the fear of hell. And when you reach down to pull the plug, turn you white with the fear of god. One day I looked down and saw the man feeding rosaries down our throats was holding hands with the businessman who was wringing the blood from all these stones. They said �Do you believe in life after death�? I said I believed in life after birth, and the holy church swallowed hard for the body of Christ. So when they say It�s A Sin, they mean it�s high treason to kill the mule before his back gives out. This is company time. And we never close, we never close. We�ll sink you with crosses and bury you in rows. When they say Every Day is a Gift they mean Blessed Are the Working Poor, whose high hopes pay for all these golden crosses. Never catching up but never stopping, taxed to death and still repenting when they say that you�ll burn up in hell if you die with this mark on your soul. But there can�t be any worse things below than Pascal�s sainted bureaucrats got in mind for the hopeful masses. The scheme is hatched and the priest dispatched. And when they say Amen they mean I Hope You Live Forever Hand To Mouth. I�ve got plans - both my hands on the plug of your god�s wasted love. Both hands on the plug of your god�s wasted love. Kill the bosses, kill the priests, kill the shepherds � save the sheep.


4) Antihero Resuscitator
Prosthetic heroes, didn�t die before they got old. Happy days are here again if you missed it the first time around. Golden Ages on our doorstep, Golden Ages at our door again. These days you can live forever. Prosthetic hearts, infinite lives. Reset. Reset, continue. Reach back, raise your dead, never say goodbye. 459 in progress at the Fool�s Hall of Fame. Some artifacts have gone missing, reanimated all the same. Lived long enough to see the day that we could melt their years away. These days you can live forever. Prosthetic hearts, infinite lives. Reset. Reset, continue. Reach back, raise your dead, never say goodbye. All my antiheroes are dead, gone to far-off beds. And I got orders � Do Not Resuscitate. Leave them in the ground, we�ve got our own frustrations. These days you can live forever.


5) Friends In The Music Business
Hit Record �cause it�s all fucking pearls. A bridge-burner to end them all. Don�t want to bite the hand that feeds � I want to fucking break it off. When they say �You�ll never work in this town again�, is that a promise or a threat? Businessmen dressed up like friends, they want to talk about business or friendship. The more confused the better the guilt trip. After all I did for you, don�t you owe me this? Sign the paper, sign the paper, This Document Is Legally Blinding. We the undersigned do solemnly swear by The Plan. To break down on every highway from here to Creation. To play the game and sit still for pictures. How�s your draw? Does it look good on paper? You�d better be someone? Oh aren�t you anyone? Gonna be somebody. We got friends in the music business. They�re gonna take care of all the details. So is it business or pleasure? The more confused the better. Don�t call me and I won�t call you.


6) Into The Hive
What i got, you need in. This is the future, son. Stake your claim, it's almost gone. It's gonna be beautiful, gonna reach the sky & more. There's gold in them there walls. We're tearing down all the neighborhoods, making room for designer skylines, so the lives in the underpass can be left in the dust by a whole new crowd. Units still available, primed for success. Your life in 500 square feet or less. And it's self-contained. And it's all the same. And only steps away from a city that you'll never see, And every ugly abomination that the billboard never mentioned but whose problem, whose life, whose city is that? Show me a man with that much faith in concrete and I'll show you every self-starter that ever put torch to building. Every towering inferno lying in wait. Show me your city plans, I'll show you angry hands Selling the urban dream one locked door at a time. And this is what Air Conditioned Nightmares are made of, The architecture of isolation. What i got, you need in. This is the future, son. Stake your claim, it's almost gone. It's gonna be beautiful, gonna reach the sky & more. There's gold in them there walls. Compartmentalized. Headlong into the hive. City plans that eat you alive.


7) III
(Instrumental)


8) Unnecessary Person
I longed and I waited for something with teeth and it came in the form of this prosthetic face. All wrapped up in paper like fire trucks for orphans. The eyes were the holes where they burned out the maps that we made. You don�t find your way back from this place. So onwards and upwards, the skies were erected. We fell from great heights but now we try to make the best of our time down here. Half an hour after the devil knows you�re dead, you�ve got keys to the city, striking Faustian bargains. Saying �Did we agree on a nominal fee for the sins of the fathers to be struck from the records? Burn up and blown away. And take every last trace of the telltale corpses and indiscretions we wish would lay low. Lay low. Close your eyes and think of Christmas �cause we�re not getting out of here intact. They burn out the eyes, you don�t find your way back from this place. You got keys to the city but it�s nowhere and you�re guilty of everything. But I know a town where you can buy absolution for a song.


9) Hegel's Bastards
Yellow turns orange as orange turns to red. There�s someone in the TV and they�re fucking with my head. Strings to pull, world to win, where�s it going to crack? It�s chaos by numbers with no turning back. Controlled crisis, imagined and real. Hegel�s bastards taking the wheel. Staged chaos, imagined and real. Yellow turns orange as orange turns to red. Up in the control room fucking with your head. Strings to pull, world to win, where�s it going to crack? It�s chaos by numbers with no turning back. Live on location, dead on arrival. Head-on collision, no chance of survival. Hegel�s bastards, Orwell�s child. Unchecked headfuck running wild. Give me false hopes and false conclusions, falsely immune from the human condition. Give me leaders with strength and conviction and feed me six o�clock executions every day till the end of time. Controlled crisis, imagined and real. Hegel�s bastards taking the wheel. Staged chaos, imagined and real.Give me the vaguest possible enemy and I�ll fight him to the death.


10) Dead Air At The Pulpit
Good night, hard right. Sleep tight Father. It�s lights out for you, lights out at the altar. And all the lights in TV Land. Where�d you get those pearly gates? How�d you get them here? Face that launched a thousand cheques. Convincing zealot, who�s up next? You better pray. They want what you want, they want it all. They want insurance for their godforsaken souls. They want an alibi, protection from all-seeing eyes. Expensive superstition but it keeps them warm at night. You�re preaching to the retarded, what are they gonna do? Who are these half-dead faithful gonna send their paycheques to? Oh God, send me a sign - �cause there�s dead air at the pulpit. Struck down. Struck down on it. Taken, children, taken. So off you go to God. A real live human being need this bed. Real live human beings gonna need these respirators when all the TV holy men are dead. Congregation, eyes skyward to Heaven while holy old white hands reach deep into their pockets for a taste of the Old Time Gospel Hour.


11) Gutters (Outro)
(Paul Bowles just before his death recounts his father's disgust with his life's work, and defends the artistic and philosophical preference for ugliness, negativity and failure as useful and valid subject matter)
[свернуть]


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Cursed - The Last Session EP (2010)



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Ссылки:
http://www.myspace.com/cursedhardcore - на нем почти ничего нет, но все же
www.your-funeral.com - оф. сайт
http://www.yourfuckingfuneral.blogspot.com/ - оф. новости

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Не так давно в каком-то из комюнити скачал последний релиз этой группы, заслушал его, потом выискал все остальное, ну и решил с Вами поделиться. В общем, вначале думал кинуть тему в металкор, но потом все-таки решил что стоит сюда. Очень крутой неполитизированный хардкор с обильными металическими вставками. Последний релиз более такой прилизанный и в нем много медленных лирических кусков, а вот предыдущие - с грязным, "панковым" звуком и более короткими и быстрыми песнями. Так что с чего именно ознакамливаться - дело лично каждого, но я бы советовал послушать все. Крайне рекомендую всем кому нравятся группы типа Converge, Blacklisted, Trap Them, The End Of Six Thousand Years и общей направленности лейбла Deathwish.
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Последний раз редактировалось xbroodax; 28.07.2010 в 22:12.
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 19:46   #2
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по мне, так ты разделом ошибся, я думаю, в металкоре комфортнее им будет. а группа интересная и оригинальная, хотя, признаюсь, слушал их не очень много) грязность звука действительно стоит отметить, так же, как и треки по сладжу. обязательно заценю их детальнее.
кстати, the swarm тоже неплохие вроде
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 19:52   #3
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ты послушай все кроме последнего релиза - им какраз сюда.
и бляяя, хватит называть медденные куски и разнообразные замедления "сладжем".
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 19:56   #4
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ну 2005 релиз тоже металкор.
скажешь, Head of the Baptist на 2005 или III на последнем не присладжованные? ну или с элементами сладжа?
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 19:58   #5
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скажешь, Head of the Baptist на 2005 или III на последнем не присладжованные? ну или с элементами сладжа?
та нет, епт.
просто раз так, то и блеклистед надо в металкор))
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 20:01   #6
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ох, не стал бы я сравнивать релиз 2005 у Блэклистед и у сабжа, оно ж сразу слышно, что разная музыка
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 20:01   #7
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суть та же = слияние хардкора и метала, просто в разных комбинациях и пропорциях типа.
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 20:04   #8
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ну какбе, метал и хака = миталкор. вспомни тех же интегрити, которых чуть ли не законодателями металкора считают. уверен, что ты б их тоже в хк засунул)
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 20:07   #9
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вообще, как бы я изначально как-то очень предрасположено отношусь к разделу металкор, и запихнул бы туда кучу групп с этого раздела и с раздела метал) но чтобы скрыть этот свой баг, решил кинуть Cursed сюда. имхо, тут им и место. Ну пускай кто-то еще покачает-послушает и выскажется.

Добавлено через 2 минуты
и все-равно, если в хардкоре есть ЭЛЕМЕНТЫ метала какого-то, он не становится металкором) ну я хз кароч, нужны еще мнения)

Последний раз редактировалось Nook; 16.04.2008 в 20:07. Причина: Добавлено сообщение
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 20:09   #10
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и все-равно, если в хардкоре есть ЭЛЕМЕНТЫ метала какого-то, он не становится металкором) ну я хз кароч, нужны еще мнения)
ага, вспомни тот же хэйтбрид хаахахах)) и вообще: хардкор - это митал) сорри за оффтоп, все ради привлечения интереса к теме)
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 20:52   #11
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а что качать лучше?
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 21:07   #12
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ну я тупо уверен, что тебе не понравится, но качай последний)))
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 21:14   #13
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играют круто...Deathwish как всегда издают крутецкие колективы.....имхо: место им таки в хардкоре ...
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 21:22   #14
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Нук, научи так темы в панк роке пеареть.
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 21:24   #15
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Нук, научи так темы в панк роке пеареть.
в верхней теме в анцензорде кидаешь ссылку. но давай не об этом)
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 22:57   #16
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Зачётнае музло, "Hell Comes Home"+++
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Непрочитано 16.04.2008, 23:34   #17
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на этом Хекс рекордз еще записывался крутой хаотик Achilles, который подобен Блэклистед и этим группам, я про него подумываю темку ебнуть.
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Непрочитано 17.04.2008, 17:42   #18
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свежий релиз очень понравился. Треки Gutters и Friends In The Music Business - это просто нечто))
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Непрочитано 13.06.2008, 02:02   #19
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группа распалась кстати, во время тура по европе в поддержку последнего альбома. их ограбили, украли паспорта, вещи, деньги и т.д. и они тупо решили - ЗАЕБАЛО. вот стэйтмент:
Yeah, you heard. Apparently, it gets even worse. That's all I know or even want to know for now. We got robbed at the very end of tour in a totally unreal, extremely sketchy series of events that still makes no sense at all, only leads to paranoia, anger and a total loss of faith. Passports, money, all the costs of the tour. Either way, whoever did it, it was a bullet in the head, the end of the line. A sudden and totally fucked up way for it to end, which I know will be fitting when I look back on it. All we could do was play the show, badly, and go our ways with whatever money we could muster. I hitched a ride back to Prague with Tomas. Since I can't do a fucking thing about it, I'm going to hang out with my girl, and friends, stare at some Czech mountains and try not to think about it. Needless to say, all outstanding plans are off. All this shit aside, thanks to everyone that helped out and travelled from all over for the shows on this tour, all the kids and bands we played and stayed with. Minus a few fucked up shows, it was probably the best tour we ever had. Thanks everyone for your good wishes. I'll elaborate when I'm home next week, for now - yes it's true, and yes it's over.

ну хз, мож они решат вернутся со временем.
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Непрочитано 13.06.2008, 09:56   #20
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да ну ....понятно что ограбили....не приятно....но распадатся из-за етого....
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Непрочитано 13.06.2008, 11:39   #21
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очень жаль, но группу я понимаю. "пуля в голову", что тут еще скажешь
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Непрочитано 13.06.2008, 12:09   #22
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сразу видно, что никто не читает новости на главной(
действительно очень жаль группу - они были одними из очень немногих в подобном жанре, кто мне действительно нравился. ну может еще и соберутся когда-нибудь, кто знает
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Непрочитано 25.12.2009, 12:17   #23
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действительно очень жаль группу - они были одними из очень немногих в подобном жанре, кто мне действительно нравился. ну может еще и соберутся когда-нибудь, кто знает
Прошу прощения за нектопростинг, но тут поправили меня намедни, что парни играют ща в http://www.neformat.com.ua/forum/psy...ml#post1025939 а это пездецки приятная музыка.
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Непрочитано 25.12.2009, 12:54   #24
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Пиздатая группа,недавно до них добрался.
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Непрочитано 02.02.2010, 12:20   #25
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Cursed - The Last Session EP (2010)



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Непрочитано 02.02.2010, 14:26   #26
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О, так они типа опять собрались?
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Непрочитано 02.02.2010, 14:34   #27
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Не, к сожалению.
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that we didn't know was the doomed final tour yet. Recorded
live off the floor like we'd play it. 5 songs spanning all 3
LPs that we came to play faster and differently live than they
were originally recorded." - Chris Colohan
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Непрочитано 01.07.2010, 16:58   #28
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Чёткое музло рубят. накнулся на них как на симиларов конверджа на ласте. так они мне больше чем Конвердж понравились. а звук у гитарок кое где таки сладжовенький)))
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Непрочитано 28.07.2010, 22:13   #29
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Подоформил шапку - добавил облоги альбомов, тексты и ссылку Ванча на последнюю ипишку/семерку. Так что есть повод апнуть тему, и всем, кто прошел мимо - ознакомиться с сей замечательной группой)
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Непрочитано 13.08.2010, 01:56   #30
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а кто-нибудь знает, в их видео на песню воид они снимались? и если да, то шо там за девушка была?
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