Kayo Dot (ex-maudlin of the Well)

[KRANG]

fanovi su im sise..

 

ne, još gore..

 

fanovi su im ona smrdljiva prljavština koja se nakupi ispod babine sise kad se ova ne kupa godinu dana, a koja se vidi u obliku crne linije kad se ta sisa podigne.

 

(ako stvarno imaju album a ne dele ga sa svetom)

[azal]

kazu da kayo dot album kasni a da se toby solo album lepo prodaje.

 

prodaje se i onaj DJov drone project na CDRu, Queens of Shiva ili tako nesto.

[Buddha]

prodaje se i durex po apotekama, ali i dalje bolje ide romed po kioscima

[KRANG]

!!!!

 

 

 

!!!

 

 

 

 

jao...

 

slušam novi album već treći put danas.

i nemam apsolutno ništa pametno da kažem o njemu.

 

kapiram da će recenzije koje slede biti velika gomila govana, jer je stvarno preteško opisati šta se dešava u ovih 60 minuta.

previše zakopanih suptilnih sranja..

album ima toliko slojeva i svi su potpuno različiti.

 

već vidim da će mi oduzeti dosta života ove zime.

 

a sad još i toby album..

 

da čujem bre neke komentre u vezi library lofta!

Edited November 13, 2005 by KRANG

[azal]

ja samo poslusao ovu horrororca pesmu jedno 5 puta...i stvarno je kao soundtrack za neki horror film.

 

 

[Buddha]

toby zvuci kao spookier parts of kayo dot. malo cu njega taman da se naslusam dok ne uzmem novi kayo.

[Buddha]

treca tobijeva pesma je genijalna, posebno onaj drone deo sa bubnjevima u pozadini.

 

fenomenalno!

[Buddha]

nisam izdrzao.

 

odslusao sam prvu kayo pesmu samo.

 

dosta lici na marathon pri uvodu, ali................

....................... srednji deo zvuci kao radiohead meets khanate!

 

 

peva kao thom yorke i adam (khanate) zajedno! (peva izvitopereno, odnosno kao da thom yorke-a cerece) dok gitara bas i bubanj imaju one momente da ulete u samo-njima-znanim momentima sa broken-time rifovima.

 

horror. ne smem da slusam dalje sam.

[Buddha]

jos jedna recenica mog pricanja sa samim sobom i idem, stvarno..

 

definitivno zreliji kayo dot.

 

ako je prosecan metalac nekako mogao da preslusa choirs of the eye, prosecan metalac ovo definitivno nece moci da preslusa

 

qnoc ladies and gentlemen

[The Watchtower]

textovi za novi kayo dot.

 

1. Gemini Becoming The Tripod

 

The portraiture within me rose up

To meet a constellation

Borne on psychic waters.

Geometry showed me its dark side

And showered me with its arcing plumes.

 

The Lovers met in deepest dreams -

Tourmaline eyes glinting in the non-light.

 

I bring to thee an Orchid I picked

Once as a human

From my Spiral garden

I held the holy Tripod and

All the nothing held its breath.

 

Gemini solemnly split themselves -

The world closed its eyes.

Supreme love in the opposite -

The world hid in clouds.

From a severed two came one -

The world quaked in fear.

Galaxies slow, and ammonites -

The foe e'en trembled in his darksome cave.

 

2. Immortelle And Paper Caravelle

 

Almost condescending it looks on from inside;

I feel strong, this day will never wither!

In sorcery is my most ancient thought,

And I thought the sorcerer was right.

 

It creeps behind a dusty mirror -

They, in an attic I dreamt of once.

 

Flow through me again, Wraitful One -

I feel strong!

Throw the tapestry o'er the oracles!

Belong to me in Innocence...

 

The shears cut cleaner than a child's first sin;

I chose the grave in Blasphemous.

 

It fell away a hundred times before,

But orisons scratched veiled glass.

"Thou art I," says Cast Away:

And I am in an attic.

 

I feel weak, this night will never bloom!

I am I

Now you're mine, my cunting child.

 

3. Aura On An Asylum Wall

 

Almost condescending it looks on from inside;

I feel strong, this day will never wither!

In sorcery is my most ancient thought,

And I thought the sorcerer was right.

 

It creeps behind a dusty mirror -

They, in an attic I dreamt of once.

 

Flow through me again, Wraitful One -

I feel strong!

Throw the tapestry o'er the oracles!

Belong to me in Innocence...

 

The shears cut cleaner than a child's first sin;

I chose the grave in Blasphemous.

 

It fell away a hundred times before,

But orisons scratched veiled glass.

"Thou art I," says Cast Away:

And I am in an attic.

 

I feel weak, this night will never bloom!

I am I

Now you're mine, my cunting child.

 

4. ...On Lipid Form

 

In a host of unbarred waterways

The man bearing scrolls;

These are faces I've seen written into sympathy -

Kingly ships in ecstacy that fill'd their sails with delight.

 

I printed out the fountainhead received to me in Languid Keys:

A knowledge subtle drawn with sunlight faring well the matchless Seas!

 

And up through the ductwork feels the bloody door,

Mine if I remain, but horror;

Remain, yes, where body binds the body,

And awake is a lonely room away.

 

Maybe a soundless rapture that dissolves the form.

 

And pulsars deep in mourning (The Portrait Of the Music To the Poet).

 

5. Amaranth The Peddler

 

"A Thunderbolt in the northern Sky...

...And the roaring of a Lion..."

 

Swept up by the downy wings of angels

Made from a heaven-laden voice,

I float with all the weight of Ether -

It pilots an aerie merchant's ship

Across the phantasmagoric main.

 

Courses waged by hermits to lonesome starry shores

Bequeath their secret entryways;

Lighthouses watch fervently the horizons of the soul.

 

But Amaranth the Peddler waxes poetic to the Mnemosyne -

His unmasked eyes deliver lunacy;

It is a countless hour stealing

Further into landscapes seldom drawn,

Even in a demon's troubled head.

 

He sells his wares to Vampires

In bottles cork'd by Woe;

Dreams in liquid lift their eyes

To Morpheus enthroned

Upon a poppy field breathing

Slightly all alone.

 

Feathers from a lofty wish

Fall upon their own and fall

Wearily to Earth -

A stirring by the nightstand caused the

Lamp to lift its voice.

 

"Alack, a purloined dream

Again distills thy trembling eye!

What mystery remaineth ever so?

 

Amaranth, a curse doth write itself

Upon thy spectral frame,

A thousand lives, a thousand days

Disgraceth thus they name!"

Edited November 15, 2005 by Evil Spirit

[azal]

stavio si isti text za Immortelle And Paper Caravelle i Aura On An Asylum Wall.

[The Watchtower]

vidis, ja nisam ni primetio. sad cu pa potrazim za 3 pesmu.

[azal]

i ova cetvrta pesma se zove "_____ on Limpid Form"

 

neki fill in the blank momenat.

[KRANG]

http://www.metal-archives.com/release.php?id=95035

 

stvarno su zajebali textove.. poklapaju se i ovde te 2 pesme.

[Buddha]

nije nemoguce da je stvarno isti tekst u obe pesme

[KRANG]

ma ne. text za immortelle ne valja. sad sam slušao i pratio.

 

ovaj za Aura On An Asylum Wall je dobar..

Edited November 16, 2005 by KRANG

[Buddha]

aha

 

ma ja samo hteo da proverim da si ti to stvrano preslusao

[azal]

ne smem jos uvek da komentarisem novi album.

 

bedak mi je sto se ne secam kakav mi je CotE bio na prvom slusanju, ali znam sad da mi uopste nije naporan i da su kompozicije bas razumljive i logicne.

 

Jednom sam ovaj novi poslusao sa buudah-om sinoc i uglavnom sam bio u fazonu.

 

 

 

[Buddha]

ja ga sa slusam po drugi put.

 

uglavnom su pretposlednja( pred kraj) i poslednja napor, onaj melvins/melt banana deo na kraju trece pesme je vrh

 

choirs of the eye mi je kao pop album naspram anemone

[BodyRemover]

toby mi je do jaja so far.

 

 

samo oni prkazhn -onli momenti na prve dve pesme mi deluju suvise suvo i minimalno.

 

 

treca pesma je strashna.

 

"igmanski mars upao u krecanu"

 

[azal]

Aura On An Asylum Wall prilicno svarljiva stvar.

 

onaj tomahawk/bungle/melt banana/melvins kraj je vrh vrhova.

[KRANG]

šta znam.....

 

meni je ovaj album mnogo slušljiviji sada nego što mi je CotE bio pre par godina..

i za klasu mi je bolji.. što je stvarno bilo teško postići..

anal im vera. (znam da postaje glupo)

[Demigod]

E bas za klasu..

[azal]

[BodyRemover]

samo prvu pesmu jednom preslusao.

 

(dosta mi je, igram malo managera i na spavanje)

 

 

prilicno je glupa, prva cetiri minuta sam ocekivao i sasvim se fino proveo slusajuci. kad je usao vokal: "koji mu je kurac", zvuci kao retardirani covek koji se izgubio u parku kad je kreno na dzogiranje. zavrsetak isto nelogican. neko divljanje u fazonu jefferson airplane (!?!?!?).

 

 

nisam citao tekst, mozda je to ustvari do jaja kul ali ja ne uvidjam tu kulnocu

 

 

 

I got a mom and a dad and they all outback

We're sitting by the pool, and we never on snacks

And we eat a big lunch and we all take naps

Edited November 17, 2005 by BodyRemover