Alexisonfire - Crisis
16 de outubro de 2007
Enquanto alguns se prendem ao estilo eu me permito conhecer coisas "novas" como quem passeia por um lugar desconhecido, sem me importar com rótulos afinal a música é mais importante que a classificação.
Foi assim com o Alexisonfire, um belo dia encontrei um site, lbvidz.com.br e nele tinha o vídeo da música "Pulmonary Archery", isso foi em 2002 (eu acho).
Eu nem sabia qual o estilo da banda e até hoje não sei, alguns afirmam que é post Core, screamo, post-hardcore, ou XYZ, isso não é importante.
Nunca fui fã de berros e grunidos, mas "Pulmonary Archery" me agradou logo de cara, som melódico misturado com hard core, guitarras afiadas, bateria rápida, tudo em meio as vozes opostas, enquanto George Pettit grita, Dallas Green canta de forma suave.
A energia passada pelo George é bem legal, o cara parece que está tendo um ataque e no entanto seus devaneios completam de forma perfeita o clima criado.
"Pulmonary Archery"
Concordo que não é fácil entender o que sai da boca do George (ler a letra ajuda), inicialmente achei algumas músicas irritantes pois os berros pareciam desnecessários, mas hoje acho mais que necessários, eles completam as músicas.Geralmente são frases de efeito que demonstram alguma revolta ou agonia, sempre em momentos chaves das músicas sempre em oposição a voz sua do Dallas.
Dallas faz a voz principal em grande parte das músicas, assim como a guitarra base, ele é o ponto de equilibrio entre os berros do George e as frases estranhas do Wade MacNeil.
Dallas tem tantas tattoos (fechou os braços, as costas e parte do peito) que logo faltará lugar para as novas.
Wade além de fazer vocal em algumas músicas toca a guitarra solo assim como o Dallas tem muitas tattoos, como guitarrista ele é muito bom, mas é ao vivo que ele mostra quem realmente é.Baixo e bateria não é nada anormal, o batera é bom e o baixo aceitável.
O disco mais recente (Crisis) demonstra a evolução da banda, instrumental, vocal e quanto as letras não há como negar, ficaram melhores.
Acho que as músicas de destaque são :
"This Could Be Anywhere In The World"
This town has its claws buried in my neck,
This town - it takes life without mercy, without hate
(the streets are in distress, the sun suffocates behind darkened skies)
The grass is growing on top of my feet,
I'm thinking, it won't be to long until before i'm too deep to run
(the line up seems endless underneath the salvation signs)
We are the dead ones, we are the lost cause,
We are the bend before the break, our steps seal our fate
Because this city, this city is haunted by ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted, there's no hope (hope), left for these souls (souls)
"This Could Be Anywhere In The World"
This town has its claws buried in my neck,
This town - it takes life without mercy, without hate
(the streets are in distress, the sun suffocates behind darkened skies)
The grass is growing on top of my feet,
I'm thinking, it won't be to long until before i'm too deep to run
(the line up seems endless underneath the salvation signs)
We are the dead ones, we are the lost cause,
We are the bend before the break, our steps seal our fate
Because this city, this city is haunted by ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted, there's no hope (hope), left for these souls (souls)
"Mailbox Arson"
A cigarette burn on your face
I pour the kerosene in your mouth
I watch the ash fall down your throat
I'll burn all your precious bills
Watch the smoke fold for every crack
Breathe in your secret lives
All your bills pay your welfare checks
But i don't think i can sleep alone
With this last war always ending in ash
Your mail's not safe in this town
Your mail's not safe in this town
Your mail's not safe in this town
Well i'm taking this town back
"Boiled Frogs"
I’m always wishing, I’m always wishing too late
For things to come my way
It always ends up the same
Count your blessings
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I’m left with is noise
Count your blessings on one hand
So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight
There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life
Can’t help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day
There’s no loyalty and no remorse
You spoke for present check
That makes me fucking sick
He's sick of, he can’t say no
"We Are the End"
Look around, look around. There's no affection only infection.
Search yourself, search yourself. Can I depend on you to surrender?
And we will storm their shores, by suffocating all they see
Fixating all the word
And we'll soon be dust and there will be no ruins
No memory or history, only an unrelenting burst
Side by side we'll comb the earth and sweep it clean
Constant feat unified
The hands of man is no match for, our war-less army
Please tell me that this is the end of the world, this time do we erase history, without a trace or a memory
(And we will strike with the hands of god and leave nothing in our wake) (And we will strike with the hands of god and with a word we'll see fate)
"To a Friend"
I think that it's time to get out
My patients are fading fast
the mind bruises just a little bit easier
in dark times and shadow's cast
What are you suffering for?
Your pride or some kind of personal war?
And will you throw it away?
For nothing more than a simple taste?
[Chorus]
I'll stay in time and watch you pass by (paranoia woven deep beneath my skin)
I draw this line and hope you'll take my side (breathe slow, breathe slow)
You shouldn't have to fight alone (you shouldn't have to fight at all)
"Rough Hands"
Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived
And don't look so surprised
that I'm home, but just for tonight
With rough hands and sore eyes
So don't speak, I am tired
Let's just live through this lie
She says I swear too much
She says a lot of things
Well I'd swear every other word if I could
For her, I'll make an attempt
| Banda : Alexisonfire Disco : Crisis Ano : 2006 01 - Drunks, Lovers, Sinners and Saints 02 - This Could Be Anywhere in the World 03 - Mailbox Arson 04 - Boiled Frogs 05 - We Are the Sound 06 - You Burn First 07 - We Are the End 08 - Crisis 09 - Keep It On Wax 10 - To a Friend 11 - Rough Hands  |
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