Murmuüre
Murmuüre

Online there was his website.
A black page punctuated by white characters that, in French, explained that he made the album all by himself and not to bother him, that if he wants to make another one it will be released but for now it is not in the plan. Too much time for the first one. Almost three years to record the instruments, two nights in the woods in a trance screaming into a portable recorder for the vocals. If I remember correctly, because it's been so long.
It was 2010 when it came out, 2011 when it decided to haunt my nights with stolen Wi-Fi and ash flakes on the keyboard.
Eyes shattered by drugs and a cathode ray tube, fingers that couldn't find the words.

Today is 2019, and on Bandcamp, his album can still be found, with links to his dead site. "Blogspot" do you remember?
I remember "Geeragle" and a dog. Then I found out all you needed was to Google "name of the group + blogspot" and you were set 90% of the time.
Less than ten years ago, but the memories seem like dusty daguerreotypes.

It was the period when post-black was strong. Everyone was making post-rock with mosquito guitars and double bass drum. Beautiful. Then they would sing over it like only black metallers know how, and maybe it's better if they stay just memories.

This work with the feline moniker winked at that stuff, that fashion, taking the maximum distance from it. It was certainly a different black metal from what had been heard until then, but it was also black metal different from everything that was being heard AT that time.
Poorly produced as Norway demands, covered in glitches, latencies, bells, flutes, synth. Flies. More than a black metal record, it is the ideal soundtrack of a black metaller. Who is convinced his soundtrack is Burzum, but that is his music. His soundtrack, is this.
Press play on the site and it feels like a vinyl just unearthed from the roots of a tree.

It's music that smells like pine needles grayed on the ground and carcasses by a brook.
A unique work, without follow-up or disciples that leaves you with a void inside as big as a thunder. In intention, it seems like an album made for no one, paradoxically it is an album almost for everyone. Maybe not always. Maybe you like to laugh. And surely you don't like Burzum. Maybe you hate autumn and damp. Maybe you like going fishing on a dinghy. Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe you don't get to say "wow, you know it's not bad" before it's already over. And maybe you press play again. And maybe you remember what you were doing ten years ago. When you were scouring the internet. When you had time, but not always the words.
They are missing even today, but it's been nine years I've been waiting to propose it to you and either I do it now or they cancel it from Bandcamp too.

'Listen here: https://murmuure.bandcamp.com/