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"777: The Desanctification" was released on November 11th: the last binary day of the century. I hope you enjoyed it, because the next one will come in 89 years. More or less the time humanity will take to fully understand this album.
The second chapter of the trilogy, in name and fact. After a hallucinatory work like "777: Sect(s)", Blut Aus Nord pushes even further along the path of musical eschatology, further dehumanizing their sound and, in the end, themselves. If the previous album closed with a sixth epitome that was clearly mystical and esoteric, here these characteristics expand to become coextensive with the entire work. Amidst the haze of these seven tracks, we no longer find the blind fury of the first epitomes, a distinguishing trait of the human being, but we have the impression that during our initiatory experience, a gigantic overwhelming machine is playing.
There is continuity, then, but there is also a shift. It is a more dark, instrumental, hypnotic, repetitive chapter; one cannot help but think of Godflesh, a reminder strengthened by the multiple industrial contaminations of the diabolic Feld; however, judge me mad, but at some moments (like at the start of the tenth epitome) the latest Enslaved also came to mind. And the deeper sounds signify nothing other than the pulses of a merciless mechanical heart.
The interpretation of the cover is difficult: is it perhaps an allusion to original sin? Or perhaps man himself is the evil, making celestial intelligences weep? What is certain is that this is a record that liberates and is free: it deals with man's liberation from superstitions and his mental chains, breaking conventions with hammer blows; and it is free: from usual tropes, from rules, from logic.
The seventh track represents the whole ensemble: a semi-recognizable Black metal mixed with vaguely Drone accents and an almost hip-hop drumbeat dominates the first part, before merging, following a melodic bridge, into a disturbing and sick continuation. And this is how "The Desanctification" ends: with lethal and anguishing Noise. The transition is now complete, and thinking of the subsequent "Cosmosophy" can only give chills. And amid this crushing universe, we can quench our thirst in the oasis of the ninth epitome; quoting Baricco: "It was as if everything had ended in an aquarium, as if everything moved immersed in water, without edges and slowly."
Nietzsche in music, ladies and gentlemen. Beyond this, I don't know what else to do.
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