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Rating: Chains and studs set aside, leather jacket hung on the coat rack (yes, I know it's June, but style above all), with a good mug of double malt beer and leaning on his trusty axe tasked with sowing death and destruction among emos and trendies, our "true metaller" feels the inexorable urge to listen to a black cd.
Scrolling through the various "In the Nightside Eclipse" and "Transilvanian Hunger", however, he notices a dusty cd, bought at who knows what occasion for a good price, perhaps in an alcohol-induced state, more for the name than for familiarity with the band.
This cd is titled "666 International" and is the work of Dodheimsgard, a name unknown to all those who are ascribed to the aforementioned category.
Inserted into his stereo/personal computer, he faces the first track of the album "Shiva Interfere", and realizes that something is wrong.
Where is the blast beat, where are the mosquito-sounding guitars, where is the poor production he cherishes so dearly?
Here there is only a claustrophobic synth intro, which could already lead to the immediate filing of the cd among the rejects reserved for "Non-true metallers".
However, the money spent fills our heroic metaller with courage, and he continues listening, encountering a clean singing more suited to a new wave track than black metal...end.
Cd removed from the stereo/personal computer and thrown into a corner to gather dust, ready to be reused perhaps to fix a wobbly table.
We, on the other hand, continue, are we paid to do so? No, but curiosity is strong, and we begin to discover the true qualities of the cd, which consist precisely in the incessant mixing of genres: black, industrial, ambient, clean, and scream, keyboards and double kick pedal, whirl around during each track, overwhelming the listener with an unexpected fury by now, believed vanished in favor of the sappy commercial tunes that lobotomize 21st-century man.
A note of merit for the cover art, those not completely unfamiliar with black metal already understand from this that snowy forests and icy fjords have given way to the glass and concrete hell of large metropolises.
A cd to be listened to not under a starry sky, but in winter in the apparent nocturnal calm of a crowded and aseptic city.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Shiva Interfere (09:10)
[words 4/2-99, music 97-98]
Abstract tears to the ground
Soft years of melancholy
A draft of inner advice
To welcome the strangers neighbor
A vast, swift talk of romance and despair
A bellboy's journey through the eight limbs of Yoga
An efficient success of lost ego and body
Flannel flirtation, a chasm of childish obedience
And I can see you all, for this is without blur
Glorious destruction
Glorious creation
Grimly folds with luminous elegance
Winged between the corroded amber
I scent a fragrance from the past
Bright as death, it came soaring towards me
Something's missing and I don't know what it is
Forlon satisfaction, admitting the selfish seal
And the serpent's steel
Directly from the ocean of flowers
Visual contact, planet B8----18
Sonar disturbance
Asmodeus comes with terror
In spontaneous air corridors
All for the phantom to inhale
For today is forever
And the world grew without form
And for those who planted their seeds of
Reliant vulnerability
Chakra Nadmara, I wish I was as fresh as you
Find your way, the "asphyx" teaches
Rumble, dismay, a chronicle of the samurai
Oh you are crystalline, I say, you are made of pain
For only suffering can create such beauty
And only suffering can wipe out your tears
I remember I ate of the tree
And hence of the wisdom of which we may speak of
The tedious ones are those who attends the mask of
Which they seek
I open up for the flavor of starvation
There is absolutely no one there,
And "his" is for sure, as we grasp to reach the light
Slowly to mosey
I'll drag you by your horns
For with a whirling emblem cracking the dawn,
I face the goat at sunrise
02 Ion Storm (04:20)
[words 16/2-99, music 93]
Am I not your super hero
Am I not your golden chain
War fixation, I won the game
Transmit this remedy
Transmit this gain
Prosperity - I'll came across you between the shades
With superior blessings
That apparently was holding the staff
Of which blindness could foresee
Trouble in the corridor
Drained through the system of foundations,
Dear in cruelty
Simulating the opponent
Well besmeared with toxic phlegm
Let me lick you, frustrated joy
A canyon of courage with soar feet
A paradise in motion,
Born without a scruple
Could I please be left alone now
In my hand I hold the science, of which
Nothing can ever penetrate
In my hand I hold the plague
Where silence will proceed
Wild bindings, an opportunity for great men,
And with or without them in honor, just for fun
I mingle with the fountains of all that I've seen
Substantial is the millenium
And proud is the frog that predicated his amusement
All for benefit of reluctant ideas
Like envy is the falsehood, while the morning after
Is all that is between us
As laughter is planted in mortal void
And unwilling wisdom is abroad
Wandering alone in this shapeless halls of nothing
And watch it increase as the shining becomes stronger
This stranger is a "place" for you to rest
04 Regno Potiri (10:19)
[words 6/6-98, music 96-97]
Infernal majesty,
Gibbering... pattern, enthusiasm
Slowly affected as light becomes violent
And the exceeding of thoughts is blinded by it's slaves
Monstrous abundance, I'll share the same with you
If you can reach the stars
In the pleasantness of fertile harm, scattered all over
Experience fault, experience the tower,
Grown with its own prudence
And with sketches of the malignant three
On course with the five in line
A heart of those that pleasure must be bent before their eyes
Then I see the dragon rise
The mirror of pain, Graciously caressed
In urge to dispute the male figure
Grotesque shimmering, falsefull tales
Indocrinated formulas
Itches the claws of the humorized bat
And no life there, feeds without love
Cleansed through the whirlwinds as I
Rock the throne of delight
Harmonized as one, redeemed satisfaction, must be pleased
Circular extension, eroticism in the saddle of connection
Infernal power, open up and determine man where he stands
To make our heart complete
And watch the syndromes fall
Proud symbols to be as the seven itself
And no thing is for sure, as we glance into the black sun
The keeper of light, altogether,
Anonymously attracted to the scorpion dancing in his eyes
As our convoy melts together,
We sail the flesh as the apple gets irresistible
Life's put to peace, the silent lamb is conquered
Access, announce, might of great will
And leaps from the shore of solitary
Time to feed, time to let go
Black shimmering, carrier of crowns, prospect mirror rising
Abhorrent teardrops, landscapes, formations,
Accordingly to the ten signs
Ego, echo, tranquillity is born
Diving, divine spectre
Look at me, the draft draws nearer
Female implant, lust is turned to hunger
And freedom towers share the land increased in a global entrance
Eyes colored blue, eyes colored red
Enchanted wisdom breeds the serpents flame
In feminine oceans, united in ecstatic motion,
As we praise the flesh of sodomy with bestial behavior
"O'moonshine", endanger this vioscope glass arena
We see, it's the fall of the false redeemer
He with no hands
Admiring the triumphant move of the elephant
Rhythmic adjustment, sources are bound
A descendant of pleasure in all ways
Divided, stonedrops-silverblue
As long as evil breeds
07 Sonar Bliss (07:39)
[words 4/2-99, music 98]
I'm the scenery of vendetta
Mind and soul
I'm the shapeless victory
Order and suppression
All in the tower of the virgin
Triumphant in a pale gray light
In despire of how to deal with it
A sweet, turbulent intoxication
Rapidly I yearn to bare the mark
In a tragic understatement of the lions force
A tribe who's independence is no longer
Disturbed by the ragged interception of happy thorns
As I face the whispering
I answer to the master
A biochemical trembling
Voices in my head
And thus I appear with wakeful eyes
Trust insight
A tedious dramatic implant
Like swollen iron feeds itself,
Longing for the moon
Unbreakable and unborn
Sifting the contents of the surface
A ceremony of killers
A scorched fucking snale
In postures of gold
That might be recognized
But as long as there are shelters
You'll always find yourself detained
A huge defenseless atmosphere
Wretched and toiled for centuries
Is ever so tender as long as we're alive
For it is with great wealth that I, declare this
Flapping wings, tired monster
Ruthless in folly frames
Attempting gaiety upon sinister forces
All within, we will win...
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