miércoles, 9 de septiembre de 2015

ÉCORCHÉ


DEEP IN THE GROUND (2015)
Nueva entrega para los norteamericanos Écorché, concretamente su tercer larga duración. De todos es sabido el gusto de este dúo por los sonidos industriales, totalmente presentes en sus inicios, pero que de un tiempo a esta parte han sabido combinar con acierto con partes de black metal, para acabar por ofrecer un sonido muy experimental en donde la atmósfera de locura e inquietud cobran forma para acabar por sumir al oyente en un estado de esquizofrenia. La música es bastante variada, conserva un trasfondo industrial, sonidos disonantes y electrónicos, por momentos chirriantes se encargan de construir esa atmósfera cargada y casi que opresiva, Las guitarras se enfocan hacia la crudeza y los cambios de ritmos constantes, por momentos te sumen en el sopor de la repetición y el hipnotismo para otros virar hacia registros más rápidos y agresivos o más lentos. Las voces en líneas generales optan por una vertiente cruda, pero también aparecen gritos de desolación en un segundo plano, o algunas voces limpias. Un álbum interesante, que sobre todo va asentando el sonido de la banda y dándola a conocer como un referente dentro del balck más experimental. (8,1).


1. The Grotesque II: In the Cold Ground 09:48
 Sharpen my spade 
It’s how I get paid 
I dig in the dirt 
No one gets hurt 
Covered in mud 
Caked in dried blood 
Though the work is grotesque 
I don’t mind I confess 

Six feet down 
In the cold ground 
My quarry I seek 
Before it starts to reek 
Under moonlight 
I toil all night 
Though the work is grotesque 
I don’t mind I confess 

I deal in the grotesque, collect my wage for a grisly job well done
The dirt beneath my nails a testament to my life’s work 
I deal in death, my wage is paid by a mad man 
The stench on my clothes, the badge I wear with pride
2. My Dead Lover 04:40
In the heart of winter 
In the heart of the dead 
Many fear to enter 
Yet still we must tread 

Deep in the woods where my lover lies 
Covered in frost this love never dies 
Buried in dirt our bodies entwined 
Eternally one this love is divine 

Told we were not to enter 
Warned we would not return 
Plagued by the ghosts of winter 
In dark and cold we burn 

Deep in the ground where my body lies 
Blanket of frost this love never dies 
Dirt worms and filth our bodies entwined 
Two become one this love is divine 

Oh my love, my love, oh my dead lover 

An ancient field of battle 
Now covered in trees 
Hear our death rattle 
On the twilight’s frigid breeze 

A spirit army surrounds us 
An overwhelming mass 
In snow and ice they drown us 
Our future now part of the past
3. LV-426 07:34
Acheron, the River Styx 
Circle of Hell, LV-426 
Dark in the day, pitch black at night 
Constant gales, chest feeling tight 

Nothing indigenous, just a barren rock 
Beyond the Ilium Range, lies the Engineer’s ship 
A derelict craft brought down by a single Xenomorph 
A warning to stay away, mistaken as a cry for help 

In 2122 no one heard them scream 
The beacon disabled the horror melts away 
2179 no hope for Hadley’s Hope 
Lambs lead to the slaughter on LV-426 

The Company wants what was lost before 
The colonists are offered up as unknowing hosts 
Aboard the Engineer’s ship, the egg brood is discovered 
Impregnated by the facehugger, the nightmare’s only just begun 

The chestburster now matured 
It must build the hive 
Cocooned bodies secured 
Wishing for death but still alive 

The queen now matured 
She must sustain the hive 
Cocooned bodies secured 
Wishing for death but still alive
4. Godcrow 04:08
My guide is a vengeful god Merciless Pitiless Devours everything in his path Eater of life Eater of death Undead and alone Corpse without a home I left the grave Eyes of a crow What will they show The way to go This moonless night Please put up a fight You cannot escape There’s nothing holy about my god He simply is And always was A part of me and a part of you Our flesh consumed He lives on Godcrow
5. Field of the Impaled 04:36
A master torturer Hones his craft on 20,000 Prisoners Gates to the city left wide open Daring the Sultan to cross the Field of the impaled On towards Targoviste 90,000 strong Another torturer Can’t believe Gates to the city left wide open But he won’t dare to the cross the Field of the impaled The victim is chosen, they tear off her clothes and four men hold her down Rapid insertion with the skill of a surgeon they insert a ten foot sharpened spike Pounded in skillfully the torturer does it willingly insuring all major organs are missed Three agonizing days she’ll live ‘til there’s nothing left to give and infection shuts her organs down (Tepes) Pounded in skillfully the torturer does it willingly ensuring major organs are missed (Tepes) Three dreadful days she’ll live ‘til there’s nothing left to give and infection shuts her body down
6. I Am in Hell Help Me 08:44
I am in Hell (Feel me) 
I am in Hell (Heal me) 
I am in Hell (Hear me) 
I am in Hell (Fear me) 

Pleasure seeker flesh is reeking 
Skinless hopeless crying pleading 
Pain unending muscles bleeding 
I am in Hell… Help me, help me, help me, help me 

Sick of this world, show me your sights 
The deepest dark, the piercing lights 
The frigid days the boiling nights 
I am in Hell… Help me, help me, help me, help me 

Lord Leviathan, you are my new god 
Lord Leviathan, sculpt me how you wish 
Lord Leviathan, do not spare the rod 
Lord Leviathan, rend me limb from limb 

Corpses fucking ‘neath bloody sheets 
Walking talking sub-human meat 
Bludgeoned puppet existence bleak 
I am in Hell… Help me, help me, help me, help me
7. The Grotesque III: A Pulseless Mould 09:51  instrumental
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