Pantera - Far Beyond Driven (1994), Thrash Metal |
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Jul 7 2006, 16:07:26
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*Artist: Pantera *Year: 1994*Album: Far Beyond Driven *Genre: Groove Metal *Country: USA *Format: mp3@VBR *Size: 120 Мб. Tracklist: 1. Strength beyond strength 2. Becoming 3. 5 minutes alone 4. I'm broken 5. Good friends and a bottle of pills 6. Hard lines, sunken cheeks 7. Slaughtered 8. 25 years 9. Shedding skin 10. Use my third arm 11. Throes of rejection 12. Planet caravan ************************* Total playing time: 1:00:15 Register
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Jul 7 2006, 16:22:40
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Правильно! Именно Thrash Metal! А то многие пишут всякие гадости типа "progressive groove" или что-нибудь еще в этом духе. Альбом отличный. Как будут деньги, собираюсь скупить всю Пантеру на родняке.
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Jul 7 2006, 16:37:30
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Это смотря в какой период смотреть. Да и так мясно - иногда послухать мона.
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Feb 25 2007, 18:47:57
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Обновлено
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Apr 28 2008, 09:11:31
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А в 320 есть у кого-нить,залейте а-а-а-а-а
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Apr 28 2008, 19:30:04
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А в 320 есть у кого-нить,залейте а-а-а-а-а Есть такой альбомчик в моей коллекции дисков (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile3.gif) Сделаю рип и залью попозжя... |
Apr 28 2008, 23:07:07
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Есть такой альбомчик в моей коллекции дисков (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile3.gif) Сделаю рип и залью попозжя... Retail cd rip mp3@320Kbps (EAC + lame 3.93.1), 140Mb @ rapidshare: Register Mirror @ ifolder: Register
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Nov 1 2009, 04:59:53
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Thank you.
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Nov 1 2009, 22:39:20
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Thanks for the upgrade.
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Apr 30 2010, 10:54:53
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Отличный альбом.Спасибо за качество.
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May 28 2010, 12:54:56
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Pantera - Far Beyond Driven (1994) [Japanese Edition]
320 kbps / 140 Mb lame3.93.1 Register
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May 28 2010, 13:11:39
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наилюбимейший альбом команды (IMG:style_emoticons/default/pray.gif) первые четыре песни выносят вперёд ногами и вверх тормашками (IMG:style_emoticons/default/crazy.gif) Strength Beyond Strength почитаю лучшей у коллектива. Море идей, прекрасные риффы, забойные тексты - что ещё надо? и кавер очень в тему (IMG:style_emoticons/default/20.gif) 10/10 тут катастрофически мало, это классика.
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May 28 2010, 13:30:37
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...первые четыре песни выносят... Слово в слово хотел написать (IMG:style_emoticons/default/1488.gif) На самом деле. Присоединяюсь целиком и полностью к отзыву Old Vyaine |
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Jun 2 2010, 10:44:36
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Кроме культового гимна радиопередачи А.Ф. Скляра "Учитесь Плавать!" - песни Becoming (IMG:style_emoticons/default/pray.gif) - всё остальное на этом альбоме похоже на жалкие потуги повторить успехи или заменить Металлику (IMG:style_emoticons/default/21.gif)
Ну, еще Planet caravan - неплохой каверок... а в целом однообразно и неинтересно. 5/10 |
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Jul 4 2010, 06:53:17
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Mar 23 2011, 05:43:55
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Register 1994 - Far Beyond Driven 320 kbps (lame 3.98) + scans |
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Nov 24 2011, 08:52:21
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Кроме культового гимна радиопередачи А.Ф. Скляра "Учитесь Плавать!" - песни Becoming pray.gif - всё остальное на этом альбоме похоже на жалкие потуги повторить успехи или заменить Металлику 21.gif Объясните мне, в каком месте здесь хотя бы намёк на металлику? Совершенно другая музыка - и по звучанию (гитара Даймбэга здесь звучит просто великолепно), и по т.н. настроению, по подходу к написанию муз. материала... а в целом однообразно и неинтересно. Однообразно? surp.gif Во всём альбоме нет и двух похожих риффов, по-моему. По этой части у Дайма и пацанов вроде бы всегда (начиная с Ковбоев) всё было отлично - практически каждая песня индивидуальна (это касается всех пяти альбомов 1990 - 2000). Насчет "неинтересно" - кому как, конечно. Я, когда впервые услышал FBD, тоже практически ничего не запомнил (кроме аутро-риффа из 5 Minutes Alone), но потом так затянуло, что я даже на гитаре практически весь альбом разучил... Вот вчера по дороге с работы домой переслушивал, Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks, Shedding Skin и Throes Of Rejection порвали сильнее других, хотя все 12 песен, по-моему - pure gold. Один из моих любимых альбомов вообще (в первой пятёрке точно). |
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Jan 30 2012, 22:55:34
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Мой CD-RIP LAME 3.93.1 320 kb/s
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Jan 8 2013, 19:00:16
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Крутая работа, наверно лучшая в грув-метале.
Начинал слушать Пантеру именно с сабжа. В первые же минуты офигел, что можно одновременно играть так жёстко и мелодично - каждая тема альбома, ни в пример творчеству нынешних грувовых банд, отличается своей своеобразной атмосферой, мелодией и риффингом. Отдельно тут надо выделить работающие как часы сочные лупящие со всей дури ударные Винии Пола, придающие всей музыке эффект каменного кулака сокрушающего мозг слушателя наповал - у Пантеры вообще ударные всегда были одними из лучших в металическом цеху. Дэррилл как гитарист проявил тут себя на 100%, приготовив ядрённый коктель из трэшевого чёса, жирного качёвого грува и сумасшедших местами психоделичных соло. На мой взгляд, сабж - его лучшая гитарная работа. бас Рекса просто обожаю, в том числе и здесь: монолитный и основательный, как стена из бетонных блоков, выдающий плотнейшие низы и словно бульдозер, толкающий всю музыку всё вперёд и вперёд. Про рык Фила Ансельмо ничего кроме "Это ох(IMG:style_emoticons/default/12.gif) етительно!!" и не скажешь здесь. Вот уже почти десять лет альбом остаётся самым любимым у Пантеры. 5/5 |
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Feb 16 2013, 17:51:13
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Тексты песен/Lyrics 1. Strength Beyond Strength There is nothing. No education. No family life to open my arms to. You'd say that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow. I'll be broke in a gutter. I know the opinion. A broken record. Fuck you and your college dream. Fact is we're stronger than all. You're working for perfect bodies, perfect minds and perfect neighbors. But I'm helping to legalize dope on your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune. You're muscle and gall. Naive at best. I'm bone, brain and cock. Deep down stronger than all. A sad state of affairs. A crippled America. A pipe dream buttfucked. Immune. Stronger than all. A lament for a rookie officer, punk ass weak little lamb. For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time. We've grown into a monster. An arrogant, explosive motherfuck. Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock. Finally, the president in submission. He holds out his hand on your television and draws back a stump. It's too late for some, far too late. No more holdbacks. No more paying a cops paycheck. Let him bust his own child. The son that heeds my word and smokes my dope. The daughter that sucks me off and snorts cheap anything. Hail Kings. The new Kings. Stronger than all. A simple process to legalize. There would not be a choice but to take our side. Be there no question of certain strengths. Know this intention. Forever stronger than all. 2. Becoming A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory of shame birthed its gift. No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one. Running from beatings, deflating. I'm becoming more than a man. More than you ever were. Driven and burning to rise beyond Jesus. I'm born again with snakes eyes Becoming Godsize I found my life was slipping through my hands. Perhaps through death my life won't be so bad. I can see you, can fuck you, inside of you. Staring through your eyes. Belittle your friends to serve me, to suck me, To realize my saving grasp. I of suicide. I the unlord. I'm born again with snakes eyes Becoming Godsize 3. 5 Minutes Alone I see you had your mind all made up you group of pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your master plan transpired. Something told me this job had more to meet the eye. My song is not believed? My words somewhat deceiving? Now I'm unwhole. You've waged a war of nerves But you can't crush the kingdom Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar. You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us... 5 minutes alone I read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me for a fool. You used complexion of my skin for a counter racist tool. You can't burn me I've spilled my guts out in the past. Taken advantage of because you know where I've come. My past. I ask you please just give us 4. I'm Broken I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing, eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take? Too young for one's conclusion, the lifestyle won. Such values you taught your son. That's how. Look at me now. I'm broken. Inherit my life. One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed to make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled blood. Too young for one's delusion the lifestyle cost Venereal Mother embrace the loss. That's how Look at you now. You're broken Inherit your life. 5. Good Friends And A Bottle Of Pills I fucked your girlfriend last night. While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love. She called me Daddy. And I called her baby when I smacked her ass. I called her sugar when I ate her alive till daylight. And I slept with her all over me, from forehead to ribcage I dripped her ass. Sometimes I thought you might be spying, living out some brash fantasy, but no. You were knocked out. But we were all knocked out you know. In a way I serve too many masters. We didn't know you'd break the bottle that the magic came in to use those jagged shards to cut our wrists and neck. And you'd do it too, you're that kind of dude. But you wouldn't know what you were doing because I didn't, your girlfriend could have been a burn victim, an amputee, a dead body. But god damn I wanted to fuck. I'm losing what's left of my fucking mind, I serve too many fucking masters. (I told you. I told you motherfucker) 6. Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks As a child I was given the gift to entertain you. But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you. I drink all day. I smoke all day. I took Madonna's breath away I've done it all but tap the vein. These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons All these Christians come alive and try to sell you My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old. You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, the emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of fulfillment to me is me. The big picture. These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of what the Christians mean to immortalize my situation. My soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old. Embrace some religion. To get close to some undivine ejaculation point. Simply to thy ghost I cling. Simply to thy ghost I reject. Simply to thy ghost I give spit. Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I'll submit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships With those Christians you know they'll sell you my soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old. 7. Slaughtered One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God. At battle with a mass astrengent. The bond that blends the weak to the wise. It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now. But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is left slaughtered. Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I. Bird brained World saver. A fake god rests dead inside you. It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now. But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is left Slaughtered. System destroyed. Exposed and unployed. The fruit of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to ignore reality's claw. Knife to your wrist, syringe in your arm is your ounce of prevention. Give what you made, And under your name on your grave, is salvation. A big fucking joke. Slaughter the pig, the self righteous king for your own restoration. God is in your chest and faith kills what is precious, for death is unanswered. Slaughtered. Do sin 8. 25 Years I vent my frustration at you old man, after years your ears will hear. You screamed you tried, it's words of a weakling and promises made by a liar, drunken liar. Now you pick up that splintered chair, that was aiming for your head. A head that should have been long ago kicked in by me. Alone. I won't lose a second of sleep for this... Don't touch me. No! Ever again Don't touch me Don't touch me Don't touch me Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I learned my lesson well, somehow from you. No tears. Can't clutch my regrets. But these years of detachment have left me with demons now surfacing. I'm becoming more than nothing. You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you? You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence. But now you don't have to dump me off, Not again Don't touch me Don't touch me Don't touch me Fuck, no! Ever again Don't touch me Don't touch me Don't touch me Fuck, no! Don't touch me Never again I vow, lest I die tomorrow... You'll never be the father I am. The bastard father to the thousands of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted. The ones with fathers just like you. We're fucking you back. I'm shoving my life right down your throat. Can I find the guts? Can I feel the heart? Look at the ground as you choke me up, does it taste like tequila? Or failure? We're fucking you back Fucking you back We're fucking you back Fucking you back 9. Shedding Skin I don't want you to look at me while I'm shedding skin. I can't afford for you to see what's in. I'd rather shoot myself than have you watch me. I feel you'd steal my skin to try and wear me. I was betrayed, one more day of my short life. You were carried away. You had no shame. To suffocate my being. I was me, but you weren't you. You were sticking to me like a scab... so I peeled you away, and bled for days. Then stepped out of myself. I'm shedding skin, changing within, I'm falling in. Through swollen eyes, I dreamed you died, caught inside. I'm shedding skin, spreading thin, severed stem. I created the end, I'm killing a friend. I'm shedding my skin. I don't think you belong in here, I feel I'm sick. Don't ask because you know damn well where I've been. I've kept a simple woman through the thick and thin. But I've found the guts to sever from my Siamese twin. I throw you away. Everyday. A dead part of life. Strangling back. Seething black. In between my longing for torture. Blood on my face that came from your face. The mix of kissing and bleeding. I put you away. I shut you away. I pissed you away. I threw you away. I'm shedding skin, changing within, I'm falling in. Through swollen eyes, I dreamed you died, caught inside. I'm shedding skin, spreading thin, severed stem. I created the end, I'm killing a friend. I'm shedding my skin. You're fucking, and sucking. You're friendless. It's endless. Your flower has soured. It's endless. You're friendless. It's harder. And stronger. But no one's been inside you longer. Or harder. Or deeper. To get you off, you need the fear. It's never love. Bloody touch. Broken wrist. Needle rust. Choking throat. Swallowed teeth. Head fuck. No peace. I'm shedding my skin to peel you off of me. You've got to love me. Ornament. Shrunken head. Playtoy. Snake strike. Poisonous. Syphilis. Drenched me. Soaked me. I'm shedding my skin to drain you out of me. You've got to hate me. 10. Use My Third Arm Enlight your sense of thought, of touch, of real, a shield, an underground for this coward. Building a blood in water scent. It's like some raping, without judgement. Boy in a pocket. Balls in a bag. Serve and protect you. His dick his gun, his brain his badge. A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long. Absorb through pores the great escape. Kill that fuck to show him up. Equal his displeasure now. Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for. Ourselves. Arm yourself. A branch. A third arm. Extend your health, crawl inside euphoria. Building a blood in water scent. It's like a scraping. It's entrapment. Boy in a pocket. Balls in a bag. Perverted handle. His getting by is a fisted fuck. A faster way to exterminate them takes too fucking long. Absorb through pores the great escape. Kill that fuck to show him up. Equal his displeasure now. Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for. Ourselves. Half-assed for most his life. Piss poor little ham. Narc boy a fake fuck limp dick. Sucking up to the man. And the world. We need a fucking cold war. Building a blood in water scent It's like a raping Without judgement Boy in a pocket Balls in a bag Perverted handle His dick his gun, his brain his badge Kill that fuck to show him up Equal your displeasure now Stab his ass a reminded past of what the fuck we're living for Our fucking selves! 11. Throes Of Rejection This is feeding what I am. It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound. It's the type of pain you really dig and long for. I've always been insecure to open up and show love. Some pretty girl with long hair, some bald guy writhing. rejection... The kind that's self induced. The tongue that's bitten through. The nauseating stab. Is feeding what I am. A short fuse. If there really is a god, then it's punishing me constantly. She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wanted more. But no. I'm reduced to a Rottypanol snort and a lot of drinks. This shit goes on and on. Just look down my pants. Rejection... It ain't a fucking game. My human dick to blame. A sociopathic plan. Is feeding what I am. Rejection... Takes life away from eyes. Will give you to the skies. It makes me more than a man. Is drowning what I am. 12. Planet Caravan (Black Sabbath cover) We sail through endless skies Stars shine like eyes The black night sighs The moon in silver trees Falls down in tears Light of the night The earth, a purple blaze Of sapphire haze In orbit always While down below the trees Bathed in cool breeze Silver starlight breaks down the night And so we pass on by the crimson eye Of great god Mars As we travel the universe |
Apr 4 2013, 10:46:34
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A lament for a rookie officer, punk ass weak little lamb. For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time. No more holdbacks. No more paying a cops paycheck. Let him bust his own child. The son that heeds my word and smokes my dope. The daughter that sucks me off and snorts cheap anything. Кстати, вот давно уже интересно, где в песне Strength Beyond Strength вот эти слова звучат? На лицензии на развороте тоже такой же текст, а где они в песне, непонятно... (IMG:style_emoticons/default/normal_Homerdisgust3.png) |
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Nov 23 2013, 13:41:07 Сейчас играет: Dream Theater 89, Slayer 83
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1. Strength beyond strength - 9
2. Becoming - 10 3. 5 minutes alone - 8 тут больше хард рок, чем грув или трэш. 4. I'm broken - 8 рок 5. Good friends and a bottle of pills- 3 ! не совсем понял смысл этого психоза. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/22.gif) 6. Hard lines, sunken cheeks - 8.5 первое соло за весь альбом ,и то- психодельное. 7. Slaughtered -очень брутальная тема - 10! 8. 25 years - 9 9. Shedding skin - 9 10. Use my third arm - 9 11. Throes of rejection - 8.5 12. Planet caravan- 10. тема сильно выделяется на фоне всего альбома. только позже узнал, что это кавер на Саббатов. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/9.gif) (IMG:style_emoticons/default/9.gif) (IMG:style_emoticons/default/9.gif) ИТОГ: 8.5/10 -- заслуженная оценка этому полноформатнику. не скажу ,что большинство тем тут прям - таки цепляют и хочется переслушивать бесконечное кол-во раз, но ! имеются тут ,несомненно несколько тем ,за которые группа заслуживает хороший бал, вкупе с замечательной ритм-секцией и хорошей записью материала. пс- кстати,люди на архивах дали оценку ]:->67/100 (12 человек) ппс - кое кто в нэте сказал,что этим диском Пантера "спасла " трэш , так как "94-й год. Metallica зализывает мозоли после 3-летнего тура, Megadeth ещё 2 года назад с головой ушли в хардроковый мелодизм, Slayer буксует, пытаясь повторить успех 3-х летней давности, Anthrax ударились в хулиганские экперименты... и можно было сказать: "Век трэша окончен!"...если бы ни одно НО! Уже ни первый год по пятам "Великой Четвёрки" шла банда техасских ковбоев, имевшая довольно, как теперь выражаются, гламурное название, ставшее в последствии синонимом высококлассного грув/ангри-метала." |
Nov 23 2013, 13:52:07
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кстати, мне кажется ,что сравнивать Пантеру с Метлой, Слэером и Мегасмертью не стоит - несмотря на один и тот же жанр - всё же эти группы играют в разных стилях. брутальный трэш должен идти со с-хожим с собой итд imho
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Nov 23 2013, 17:07:34
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3. 5 minutes alone - 8 тут больше хард рок, чем грув или трэш. Тогда уж сладж-метал - для хард-рока это уже черезчур вязко. 4. I'm broken - 8 рок Офигеть! (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile1.gif) 5. Good friends and a bottle of pills- 3 ! не совсем понял смысл этого психоза. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/22.gif) Почитай тексты - учитывая основную концепцию лирики альбома, присутствие данного номера абсолютно логично и объяснимо. 12. Planet caravan- 10. тема сильно выделяется на фоне всего альбома. только позже узнал, что это кавер на Саббатов. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/9.gif) (IMG:style_emoticons/default/9.gif) (IMG:style_emoticons/default/9.gif) Не добавить и не убавить. Шедевр он и на луне шедевр. ппс - кое кто в нэте сказал,что этим диском Пантера "спасла " трэш , так как "94-й год. Metallica зализывает мозоли после 3-летнего тура, Megadeth ещё 2 года назад с головой ушли в хардроковый мелодизм, Slayer буксует, пытаясь повторить успех 3-х летней давности, Anthrax ударились в хулиганские экперименты... и можно было сказать: "Век трэша окончен!"...если бы ни одно НО! Уже ни первый год по пятам "Великой Четвёрки" шла банда техасских ковбоев, имевшая довольно, как теперь выражаются, гламурное название, ставшее в последствии синонимом высококлассного грув/ангри-метала." да по идее верная мысль. Я лично не припомню, чтобы кто ещё тогда в 94-м, так ярко высекал такой утвердительный трэш. |
Nov 25 2013, 09:49:13
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первое соло за весь альбом ,и то- психодельное. Это ж как слушать надо (IMG:style_emoticons/default/headcrab.png) |
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Nov 25 2013, 10:10:32
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ЦИТАТА 6. Hard lines, sunken cheeks - 8.5 первое соло за весь альбом ,и то- психодельное. бл...ь,аж переслушать захотелось!Чтоб Даймбек соляки не играл-да этож просто нонсенс. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/gop_spb.gif) |
Nov 25 2013, 10:23:04
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Чтоб Даймбек соляки не играл-да этож просто нонсенс. Да в первой же песне соло есть, не нервничай (IMG:style_emoticons/default/1488.gif) |
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