Blood Abscission
I I

THE ALBUMS OF THE WALK #1

Every now and then, when I have time (and feel like it), I leave the house walls and go for a walk through a strip of the endless countryside of my region. Personally, I find that one of the best ways to enjoy an album with an immersive experience is precisely by listening to it while walking one step after another amid nature on one side, the limitless nothingness on the other. That's how I got the crazy idea to start a series, the walk albums: the works or alleged works with which I entertain myself while trying to contain the expansion of the abdominal prolapse.

After this necessary premise, which will lead a certain bot to talk about parody of a review, I am about to talk about today's album. I I is, in fact, the second full-length by Blood Abscission. There's very little information about the project online: not even its country of origin is known, but it seems to be a one-man band, which makes this work even more remarkable.

But what is this I I? Nothing but atmospheric Black metal of fine craftsmanship. Blood Abscission have no pretensions of inventing a genre from scratch, they don't have extravagant experimental ambitions: their intent is to play and deliver great music, and they undoubtedly succeed. Not even the songs have a real title: presenting the work is I I - I, a colossal 12-minute piece that seems like two tracks in one and sets the coordinates for what follows, with that harshly melodic line that resembles a chilly breath of wind among the treetops and never abandons the listener. The transition at the end of the track reminded me of Nattens Madrigal by Ulver. It continues with notes of atmospheric and melodic Black metal that make me think of the masters Blut Aus Nord and other champions of naturalist Black metal like Forhist, with occasional hints of Depressive here and there. IV is a long surreal and hypnotic prelude to V, which at 5:40 features a stunning change of pace that leads to the final vortex of souls, to the voice of a woman making us feel like spectators of a ritual in a hidden catacomb.

A worthy follow-up to the solid I, which certainly doesn't excel in originality, but will be a balm for the ears of those who want a finely chiselled (Black) metal album.

Walking is good for the heart, the head, and the lungs, like a cup of good white tea... and who the hell ever drank white tea?

Until next time.