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<< [野孩子]---真正的中国民谣 麦田音乐推出新红白蓝系列 >> 邪恶背后—Cradle of Filth《Cruelty and the Beast》乐评 2005-09-30, by nocruel 关于Elizabeth Bathory那一段惨绝人寰的传说我早就略有耳闻。在过去一根筋的强烈正义感之下，我将其定义为“毫无人性”，而如今多愁善感的我却重新将她审视了一遍，将其诠释为：对人性的疏远。 这其中必定有一条重要的纽带，当然，这就是Cradle Of Filth 音乐 生涯中重要的里程碑《Cruelty And The Beast》。我承认在这之前我没听过歌特黑，所以我只能将感情融入其中，用主观的感受来臆断。当然，这是最好的也是最本能的做法。 专辑的Intro十分华丽，哀怨的歌特男声放射出慑人的绿光，像从古墓最深处传出的声音，似乎正准备向你述说一段古老的传说，一段惨绝人寰的传说，正如曲名《Once Opon Atrocity》，呈现出史诗般的美感。 作为重点曲目，《Thirteen Autumn And a Widow》自然在专辑中占据着重要的位置。此曲仿佛层层递进，咄咄逼人，可谓是血气十足，像Elizabeth准备重生后大开杀戒一般。词作显示出Dani对她的极度崇拜，尤其是一句“Elizabeth came to life again”,让人觉得不寒而栗。 曲末相对于前段的狂暴，节奏放慢了，配着背景的歌特和声； 吉他 的的晦涩音色就像一片片悲剧的碎片，挥霍遗失在时光的洪流中，再也寻不回来，堆砌着感伤；恐怖的气氛如同Elizabeth眼中喷射出的绿色复仇火焰，令人感到她挣脱了囚禁，步履蹒跚但坚定地向你走来，绝对有窒息的感觉。 《Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids》一开头就用了一句女声独白，将Elizabeth深入人心的吸血鬼形象和嚣张气焰暴露在人们的眼前，暴虐的微笑后却隐藏着一些呼之欲出的秘密。歌特女声与美的令人窒息的键盘音色与Dani狂乱的黑腔交织在一起，呈现出Elizabeth孤僻且不可一世的个性：正如专辑的封底一般，手里捧着一束血色兰花。有太多年轻美丽的生命断送在她手上，就像那束兰花，虽然绚烂，但转瞬之间就会凋谢。可是她也会为自己那野兽般残暴的行为而付出代价，她也会像那血色兰花般慢慢结出暗红的伤疤，待伤疤干裂脱落后却无法获得新生，任她用多么昂贵的化妆品来掩饰岁月的痕迹；任由她吸干多少女子的血液，用多少女子的血液沐浴来永葆青春都无济于事，最后，逝去的生命是对她疯狂施暴而被本性抛弃的一个强烈恣肆的嘲讽。于是，哀伤的主题慢慢浮现。 在经过《Beneath The Howling Stars》的疾速癫狂与《Venus In Fear》制造出的情欲与血腥高潮后即将迎来我的最爱《The Twisted Nails Of Faith》，我对这首歌曲的感觉很复杂且无法用言辞形容，它的旋律似乎比其它作品更饱含一种故事性，一种无可名状的感情，令人有一种想恣情恸哭的冲动。键盘的辅助音色制造出更加恐怖，更加跌宕起伏的感动。我的英文并不出色，所以乐队精美的歌词是在有些费解。其实，闭上眼睛不看歌词，用最直接的听觉去感受旋律，也能使人备受震撼。正如评论所说：讲故事一般的旋律与歌词制造了戏剧性的起伏，仿佛欣赏了一出出精彩的金属歌剧。 下一个凄美的篇章：Bathory Aria（巴斯里咏叹调）的《Benighted Like Usher》。这时，悲伤已显而易见。凄美如泪滴般的键琴前奏将我的情感融入其中：Elizabeth虽然令人恐惧令人发指，但她亦受过伤害，她失去了很多东西，所以她不加矫饰地以一种方式－－兽性，最本能的邪恶方式来保护自己，却因为伤害别人灌溉私欲而陷入了罪恶的深渊，万劫不复。她头上的荆棘冠象征着她的堕落。词作则深切地表达了Dani对女伯爵的同情与爱怜：在撕开那一层充满狡黠扭曲的恶魔茧皮之后，竟也像婴儿般无助，所以她以最极端的方式在身边竖起一道道防卫墙。但她却忘了她用受憎恨，受唾弃，堕落等代价换来的短暂美丽，却也只是镜花水月，不堪一击。要醒吗？来不及了。继续堕落吗？是的，因为没的选择。曲末的一句“My soul to Hell for company”体现出绝望，以及含蓄地提及死亡。 咏叹调的第二支曲目《A Murder of ravens in fugue》，一首Instrumental,是我听过Cradle Of Filth作品中最感性最悲伤的曲目。一种近乎绝望显而易见的悲伤。这时已不需要用邪恶以及血腥去烘托主题了，赤裸裸的悲哀已挖掘出人性最深处的宝贵情感。是爱么？是怨恨吗？不清楚。却泪如雨下。这种具有延伸性的悲哀甚至让我想到《Dracula》的最后那隽永的一幕。 而第三首《Eyes That Witnessed Madness》的前奏依然体现着乐队对歌特气氛的出色把握，如天鹅湖般婉约，娓娓道来，有一种延伸感，散发着一种腐败的华丽。最后整张专辑在《Lustmord and Wargasm》 的完结中落下帷幕－－却依然标榜着仇恨与嚣张。 邪恶的背后到底隐藏着什么？应该是悲哀。《Cruelty And The Beast》用极端的邪恶烘托着悲哀，哀悼了Elizabeth，哀悼了在她手中逝去的生命。这本身就是一个悲剧，无所谓虚伪不虚伪，无所谓暧昧不暧昧，只因为这些出色的旋律碰触了人们内心最敏感的一处，暴露了人性的弱点与丑恶。 也许我稚嫰的文字并不能说明什么，Cradle Of Filth在音乐中诉说的诗意重重的悲剧，需要你亲自去倾听。 (转自网络) 歌词： "Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids" Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she'd known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover's seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel's warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" 发布于: 20:12:22 | 分类: listen cruel | 引用(0) | 编辑 0 条评论: 添加评论