The Mars Volta - Frances the Mute
Жанр: Progressive rock, Experimental
Носитель: LP
Год выпуска: 2005
Лейбл: Gold Standard Laboratories, GSL 96
Страна-производитель: USA
Аудио кодек: FLAC
Тип рипа: tracks+.cue
Формат записи: 24/96
Формат раздачи: 24/96
Продолжительность: 1:16:51
Треклист:
1. Cygnus....Vismund Cygnus [13:02]
2. The Widow [5:51]
3. L'Via L'Viaquez [12:00]
4. Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore [13:27]
5. Cassandra Gemini [32:31]
Источник оцифровки: выполнена автором раздачи
Код класса состояния винила: NM (сам когда-то распечатывал)
Устройство воспроизведения: Micro Seiki DD7
Головка звукоснимателя: Denon-103 (MC)
Повышающий трансформатор: Denon AU-320
Предварительный усилитель: Sander'Z tube / схема А.Торреса
АЦП: Tascam US-122mkII
Программа-оцифровщик: Audacity 2.0.5
Обработка: только удаление щелчков
Credits
A1. Cygnus....Vismund Cygnus
a) Sarcophagi
b) Umbilical Syllables
c) Facilis Descenus Averni
d) Con Safo
A2. The Widow
B1. L'Via L'Viaquez
C1. Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore
a) Vade Mecum
b) Pour Another Icepick
c) Pisacis (Phra-Men-Ma)
d) Con Safo
D1. Cassandra Gemini (part 1)
a) Tarantism
b) Plant a Nail in the Navel Stream
c) Faminepulse
E1. Cassandra Gemini (part 2)
c) Faminepulse
d) Multiple Spouse Wounds
e) Sarcophagi
Produced by: Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Mixed by: Rich Costey
Music written and directed by: Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Vocals and lyrics written by Cedric Bixler Zavala
Engineered by Jon Debaun, Omar Rodrigues Lopez, Andrew Scheps, Dave Schiffman at the following locations:
373 Ewingsdale, Byron Bay, Australia,
6540 Matilija, Van Nuys, California,
291 South Lake Street, Burbank, California,
3400 Eagle Rock blvd, Los Angeles, California,
453 Mario Julia Industrial Park, San Juan, Puerto Rico,
5161 North Cartwright ave, N.Hollywood, California,
3222 Loz Feliz blvd, Los Angeles, California,
441 w. 53rd street, NYC, NY
Mixed at: Avatar Studis in New York City
Mastered by: Howie Weinberg, assisted by Roger Lian
Mastered at Masterdisc
Cover by: Storm Thorgerson, Peter Curzon and Dan Abbott, with Bill Thorgerson.
Photography by: Rupert Truman, Storm Thorgerson and Peter Curzon.
On this recording The Mars Volta is:
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez - Guitar
Cedric Bixler Zavala - Vocals
Jon Theodore - Drums
Isaiah Ikey Owens - Keyboards
Juan Alderete De La Peña - Bass
Marcel Rodriguez-Lopez - Percussion
Joining the band for selected moments are:
Michael "Flea" Balzary - Trumpet
John Frusciante - First two guitar solos on "L`Via L`Viaquez"
Larry Harlow - Piano / Treated Clavinet on "L`Via L`Viaquez" and "Cassandra Gemini"
Lenny Castro - Additional track percussion
Adrian Terrazas-Gonzales - Tenor Sax / Flute on "Cassandra Gemini"
David Campbell - String Arrangements
The Coquí of Puerto Rico:
Violins:
Fernano Moreno, Erick Hernandez, Diego Casillas, Ernesto Molina, Joel Derouin, Roberto Cani, Mario De Leon,
Peter Kent, Josefina Vergara.
Trumpets:
Salvador (Chava) Hernandez, Wayne Bergeron, Suzie Katayama, Randy Jones (Also contributed Tuba),
Larry Corbett (Also contributed Cello), Roger Manning (Also contributed Piano), Nicholas Lane (Also contributed Trombone),
William Reichenbach (Also contributed Bass Trombone).
Released: March 1, 2005
Recorded: July–October 2004
Примечание
Отличия от моей предыдущей оцифровки этого альбома, сделанной почти четыре года назад следующие:
- другой картридж (МС плюс транс повышающий) и корректор (ламповый, работы сандерса)
- соединил части Cassandra Gemini в одно целое, ибо эта пьеса должна звучать без паузы!
Cassandra Gemini
Act Five: Cassandra Gemini 32:32
1. Tarantism 11:26
2. Plant a Nail in the Navel Stream 9:37
3. Faminepulse 7:38
4. Multiple Spouse Wounds 2:57
5. Sarcophagi (Reprise) 0:54
Scene One: Tarantism 11:26
I think I’ve become one of the others
I think I’ve become one of the others
I think I’ve become one of the others
There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap-danced lapel
Punctuated by her decrepit prowl, she washed down the hatching gizzard
Soft as a mane of needles, his orifice icicles
Hemorrhaged by combing her torso to a pile
Perspired, the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels...
Bring me to my knees, read the sharpened lines
All my arms bled me blind
Faucet leaks in shadows, spilling from
Morgue lancet caressed your fontanelle
I’ve sworn to kill
Every last one, every last one
Panic in the shakes of the wounded, panic in the worms
Onto the floor and out of your mouth, out of your eyelids
No, there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
All your dreams splintered off
Leech by leech on this catafalque
Anyone will tell you, yes, anyone
Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
Your mother flirted with disease
When she skinned that costume by its navel strings
Panic in the shakes of the wounded, panic in the worms
Onto the floor and out of your mouth, out of your eyelids
No, there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
Shockless shackles free you
Fools taste tongues
I better leave you again
I won’t be owned, not this time
Shock lest shackles free you
Volt face cons
Abandon you again
I won’t feel, not this time
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep on nursery slits
Into this life I’m born
Heaven’s just a scab away
I’d like to see you after just one taste
Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forevermore
Let them see it has begun
The others I’ve become
If you should see the dice
Charmed with its snake-choked eyes
You’ll wear the widow’s weeds
Because they’re just your size
Behind the snail secretion
Leaves a dry heave that absorbs
A limbless procreation
Let the infant crawl, deformed
A bag replace the breath
Of these suffocating sheets
And now when the craving calls
I’ll scratch my itchy teeth
And soon...
Come on if you don’t know
Come on if you don’t know
Come on if you don’t know
Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forevermore
Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forevermore
She fell for the whispers
Sister flooded deaf tears
That night tore a river
In her barren womb mirror
And his multiple sons
With their mandible tongues
Set crucified fires
To petrified homes
I wanna, wanna, wanna let it burn
I wanna, wanna, wanna let it burn...
And the owls, they were watching
And the owls didn’t care
Then the owls came a-knocking
Placentas in their stares
They will feed on all the carnage
Left over from the flood
And in the corner of their eyes
Fled sister L’Via
Sister L’Via...
Now the pieces went floating
Reflecting all at dusk
Conceived from the stabbing
Was Vismund Cygnus
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight...
Scene Two: Plant a Nail in the Navel Stream 9:37
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty-five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah, the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty-five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah the icepicks cumming, cumming tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty-five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah, the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty-five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah the icepicks cumming, cumming tonight...
Twenty-five snakes are drowning, drowning, drowning, drowning, drowning...
You can’t bend your crooked arms
Or fold your punctured proof
The air is growing cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
And there’s nothing you can do
Soon there’ll be no gauze
Inside the confessional
Only rows of crows
Defrocking every breath, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath
And one day you’ll remember
Behind the melting cones
I said one day you’ll remember
Behind the melting cones
You’ve always had a family
In the burial of your home
In the burial of your home
Of your home...
Night forevermore
Night forevermore
Night forevermore
Night forevermore
Night forevermore
And I peel back all of my skin
Peel it back, let it all run
And I peel back all of my skin
Peel it back, let it all run
Peel back all of my skin...
Scene Three: Faminepulse 7:38
Instrumental
Scene Four: Multiple Spouse Wounds 2:57
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep on nursery slits
Into this life I’m born
Heaven’s just a scab away
I’d like to see you after just one taste
Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forevermore
Let them see it has begun
The others I’ve become
No, there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No, there’s no light (No, there’s no light, no, there’s no time)
In the darkest of your furthest reaches (You ain’t got nothing, your life was just a lie)
No, there’s no light (No, there’s no light, no, there’s no time)
In the darkest of your furthest reaches (You ain’t got nothing, your life was just a lie)
Scene Five: Sarcophagi (Reprise) 0:54
The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens
A depth perception languished in the night
All my life I’ve been sewing the wounds
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud
- подрезал окончания сторон так, чтобы возпроизведение альбома шло непрерывно, на виниле сбег закольцован
- более тщательно удалил вручную щелчки
- не делал никакой нормализации
- фотографии обложки в раздачу не помещал, их всегда можно взять тут, пластинка все та же: https://maomicd.com/forum/https://maomicd.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=3201515
Вот описание этого издания на дискогс: http://www.discogs.com/Mars-Volta-Frances-The-Mute/release/447805
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