No More Color  (1989)  

No More Color

Coroner's third album in as many years continued the band's rapid evolution in style and offered some much-needed improvement in production values. While hardly their best-produced recording, No More Color has a cleaner, crisper sound quality than its predecessors and contains what was easily the group's finest songwriting up to that point. In their continual quest for perfection, the band further honed their craft, bulking up their sound while continuing to experiment with unusual time signatures and jazz-like chord progressions. It's interesting to note that unlike so many bands who attempt to streamline their songwriting, Coroner is one of the few groups to greatly benefit from the process. "Read My Scars" is

an excellent example of this. A textbook lesson in dynamics, the song exhibits breakneck tempo changes and swirling instrumental passages within the confines of a relatively simple (but highly memorable) main riff. As journalist Steffan Chirazi noted at the time, "Coroner display a healthy ability to grab hold of parts that don't really make too much sense as separates and turn them into superb, rolling compositions. This band has every right to be as big as Slayer." Sadly, that level of success would never happen. But Coroner would continue to develop their work and quietly take their place as one of the world's most innovative and underrated bands.

Review by Geezo


Tracks:

  1. Die By My Hand [3:43]
  2. No Need To Be Human [4:24]
  3. Read My Scars [4:27]
  4. D.O.A. [4:15]
  5. Mistress of Deception [4:53]
  6. Tunnel of Pain [4:23]
  7. Why It Hurts [3:43]
  8. Last Entertainment [3:58]

All lyrics by Marquis Marky except "Why It Hurts" by Martin Ain

Produced by Pete Hinton and Coroner
Engineered by Steve Rispin
Mixed by Dan Johnson and Scott Burns at Morrisound, Tampa, Florida
Recorded at Sky Trak Studio, West Berlin, June 89

Executive Producer Karl-Ulrich Walterbach
Cover concept and design by Marquis Marky
All Synth. Eff. by Steve Rispin
Spoken words on "Last Entertainment" by M. Marky

Management: Drakkar Promotion Europe, Drakkar USA

Available on NOISE INTL. - WK 45181


Die By My Hand

Shining metal
Arc of light
Red eyes
Smell of fear
Deep cut
Red stream
On white skin
In slow-motion

Stop time
Close your lips
Keep the word
Lay down and sleep
With bleeding heart
I'll take you away
Save you from
The claws of time

Die by my hand, die by my hand

Now you are
A crystal rose
Frozen for
Eternity
Down on my knees
Caress your body
Inside my head
In slow-motion

Stop time
Close your lips
Keep the word
Lay down and sleep
With bleeding heart
I'll take you away
Save you from
The claws of time

Die by my hand, die by my hand
Die by my hand

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No Need To Be Human

A new day's born
After a long hard ride
I'm on my way
To a place called home

But now I'm here
Lost between machines
Watching grey, mute faces
Go on and destroy their lives

Why do you do this... stop it now
'Cos in fact you're innocent... Like a new born child

Identity's lost... no need for names
Identity's lost... no need for ideas
Identity's lost... no need for resistance
Identity's lost... no need to be human

Why do you do this... stop it now
'Cos in fact you're innocent... Like a new born child

Why do you do this... stop it now
'Cos in fact you're innocent... Like a new born child

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Read My Scars

My cry echoes on a naked wall
Cold like a crystal
Numbered hours creeping
Insanity strangles reality...

Weakened, crushed, formed
New dimensions arise
My mind becomes a fortress
Impregnable, shut

The walls between us make the public safe...

Read my scars...see why I'm like that
Read my scars...and don't ask me why

Whisper turns into a scream
Light would burn my skin
My legs, useless instruments
My eyes, almost blind

See the sunny world outside
Ignorant of the fact
Faking shock, forgetting fast
Freedom is a gift...

My cry echoes on a naked wall
Cold like a crystal
Numbered hours creeping
Insanity strangles reality...

The walls between us make the public safe...
Read my scars...see why I'm like that
Read my scars...and don't ask me why

The walls between us make the public safe...

Read my scars...see why I'm like that
Read my scars...and don't ask me why

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D. O. A.

I won't go till the sun lights the night
And the moon is melting my skin
Water turns to fire
And flames are freezing to ice

I won't go till I've tasted dark wine
Made out of deepest sorrow
Absorbing winds of suffering
On fields of blood and tears

Pictures move fast...the end in sight
But I will break...the laws of time

I won't go till I've immersed myself
On the trail of mystery
Searching for the sacred two-headed worm
Who crawls down my soul

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Mistress Of Deception

Glowing heat, horizon swims
Wall-less labyrinth
Grace and ugliness, combined like never before
It's hell on earth, desert law

Where water means gold

Burning breath, deadly games
Two colored world of disgrace

Where water means gold

Mistress of deception
Daughter of death
Realm of the sun
Merciless, invincible

Glowing heat, horizon swims
Wall-less labyrinth
Storm, culmination of her wildness
Swallows every trace for eternity

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Tunnel Of Pain

Endless run, endless pain
Thousands of words, beating my brain
Thousands of lips, try to explain
But never found the answer

Pushed around, edge to edge
Never felt safe, never felt home
Different system, another parole
Decision demanded, what do I do

Take that stone and replace my body
Take that stone and replace my soul
Take that stone and replace my heart
Take that stone and replace it all

I'm lost, born on the dark side
My life, a tunnel of pain

Take that stone and replace my body
Take that stone and replace my soul

Burned out, head down
Still on search, cry'n out
Take me away, far away
Take me away, away from it all

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Why It Hurts

Lonely it spreads its wings
Eager to wake my fire
Slowly circling over me
Burning with deep desire

I don't know why it hurts
What the hell is it all about

When I lie awake at night
I feel it all 'round me
Winding like the snake of old
It's foul breath all about me

I don't know why it hurts
What the hell is it all about

It fills my head with words
But when I want to speak
I don't know what to say

I feel like shattered glass
Is cutting at my very heart
I long for it with every nerve
It's tearing me apart

I don't know why it is
What the hell is it all about

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Last Entertainment (T.V. Bizarre)

Acted situation
Cheap shadowplay, sold expensive
Triumph of a dying culture

Rotten core
Surrounded by the
Faceless circle stream
Rolls like the boom
Of giant granite cylinders
Exposed victims and their hopeless runs
Breathe in dust with a boot in their neck
The fear in their eyes
Make spectators hearts
Beat the slow rhythm
Of executed "justice"

Spiral progress, unstoppable
Exhausted sources
Replaced by perversion

Now we come down
Down there to the realm of blood
Diving in seas of
Putrefied bodies

Charge yourself during scenes of dying
You will buy again
Cause boredom creates hunger...

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