Dust Front

Lacuna Coil – Blood, Tears, Dust (2017); Italy

Lacuna Coil не раз (а целых два!) подхватывали современные музыкальные течения в метале, в конце 1990-ых играя почти классический готик-метал, и постепенно внедряя в музыку альтернативу, в итоге пришли к альт-готик-металу, а к альбому "Delirium" (2016) гитаристы уже частично заполонили музыкальное полотно металкоровым джентом, электронисты превратили менее современную электронику в более современную; и ещё всякие мелочи, в общем-то. Ну а трек мне просто нравится, в меру хитовый, в меру цепляющий, в меру стильный, в меру модномолодёжный.

Хей-хей-хо! Всех приветствуем!

Вот уже которую субботу проект Terror Night приглашает в гости всех любителей годного Industrial'а, сочного Dark Electro и едкого rhythmic noise'а. Так что подключайтесь и наслаждайтесь.
Веселье начинается в 20:00 (по МСК)

В микрофон бормочет RJ Kreed

Слушать можно так:

http://airtime.joyradio.cc:8000/airtime_192.mp3.m3u - качаем плейлист и открываем плеером.

На сайте радивы.


Или... Прямо тут!



И не забываем про нашу группу вконтакте.

Story of nothing.

… A very wide and huge field, it’s so big that you can see more than two kilometers away, and I’m standing on the middle of this land. Suddenly, realize that I am the best live target for a sniper, so I start to pray that no one is around. Walk through high grass and little bushes, the camping bag is heavy for me because of food cans, water bottles and other stuff. Weather today is finally good: just a few clouds above me. I stop next to big green bush to check the map: so NE we have a forest and NW is the hunting view point which is around 320m away. Slowly but then quicker I start to move this “hunting nest” and then: a loud shoot from somewhere! I immediately fall to the ground, right under a bush. Silence. Just heavy silence. I’m fine become this shot wasn’t for me, but for who? And who shot?! The only thing I understand it is can be is a “hunter”, using a 7.62 caliber bullet for a sniper rifle and that it’s means then if I start moving, he will shot me, … or not , but still better to wait here until he goes away. How will I know if he’s gone or not… or, just wait.

***

Fat and fluffy clouds moved slowly like they have been filled with heavy stuff. Some of them start to combine with each other and change from milky white to dark grey. Nature asks for water to remove dust from a trees leaves and to prime the earth. Parasite whose name is “human” are nearly gone, but they do everything they can to avoid extinction. Nature is finally become fully free, it conquer land which been taken from “here”. Wild animals become really wild because there are no more cages, no more barriers, no more a monkey with broomstick (or boom-stick) on top of the food pyramid. “Concrete jungles” become to ruins.

***

I have been laid down under this bush for one hour but all around is quiet as in hearse, even the crows are abnormally silent today … ok, now or never! I slowly crawl toward the forest, with 20 seconds stops to listen for anything around is moving. The first hundred meters were ok but then I noticed the cracking of grass, and I stopped. The noise becomes louder with every second and it means somebody moving forward me. “What am I going to do?” I whispered, all I have is a G17 (hand gun) with two magazines. The noise increases itself with every second, I put the gun in front of me and pray, “please, it’s not a human, not a human…” and … a rabbit pops out in front of my face. We both had a heart attack. Then the little “monster” sprints away, and I lie still on the ground for few seconds. It takes half an hour to get to the bottom of the forest. I crass to the nearest conifer and lie on the bag under it. Two hours stolen from me just because a lonely haunter didn’t notice me when shooting his game, ok let’s check the map, compass and quick calculation of distance which I have crawled shows me that I still have 45 kilometers to the nearest town; I start right away. I need to reach the town before night.

***

The forest, a kingdom of furry tails. From century to century, people tell each other stories about this magnificent place, some of those stories present a forest as elfin lands: the place where magic is floating in the air; the place where the wizards live; the place of fairytales (fairyism), but others stories represent the forest as a place of horror, terror and fear, where demonic hands try to reach you, goblins hide under every cobble and the showdown –figure of a slendeman walks between the trees.