Negura Bunget
Inarborat Kosmos

I couldn't resist, it was stronger than me, used to reviewing only when inspired; in this EP (4 tracks) Mini Cd in digipack style, I found my resources, and let's face it, it was missing from the De-reviews.

I love Black Metal with ambient/prog influences, a combination and experimentation that converge into an esoteric imprint, widening the intrinsic value of this genre that most of the time falls into a conceptual repetitiveness, inherent in its own structures.

The Romanian band mentioned above was formed in 1994 by an idea of Negru (drums, percussion, archaic instruments) and Hupogrammos Disciple (guitars, vocals, bass, keyboards, archaic instruments) saw the addition of Sol'Faur Spurcatu (guitars) in 1997, and in 2009 the departure of the last two, to be replaced in their roles and with the further addition of new elements forming the current line-up, continuing the already brilliant avant-garde path, inherent in the artistic ambitions of the band.

New shores and new spaces to venture into, defying the usual rhetorical and sterile discourse by professionals and enthusiasts about "falsely experimental commercial metal bands" and/or "those that are always the same that never change".

Defining the band in its essence might be an intricate but not difficult task, as right from the first track "WORDLESS KNOWLEDGE", you are projected into a black-folk context, whose sweet scent arises from a land whose dense mists, black as pitch, black as hate, come from the deep darkness of the most gloomy forest, whose soul is consecrated to pagan esotericism but transcends in its traits, a pandeism whose nature is dark and vile.

An ancestral, archaic, distant thought, revealed in "CINT DE SURSUR", a thought whose occult truth seems to hide right behind that thick mist, from which to glimpse the hostile, perverse, impregnable, and fascinating Carpathian summits, from which to view the rugged lands of a splendid land whose epic traits would belong only to Tolkien's fantasies.

While in "UPRISING FOLLOW" the canons of classic black characterizing the band's beginnings are revisited though in an enriched key, such as the use of harmonized growl vocals accompanied by clean parts.

Dark, gloomy, a deep hatred, a hatred that breathes, that lives; palpable, putrid like the most wicked of souls, damned and consumed in its own entrails defeated by a gangrene whose sufferings are equal to a Dantean Inferno, yet hypnotic and enchanting, as realized in the beautiful "VAIET".
A close-track, that howls at the moon, a beast that finds no peace whose tearing and unsatisfied rage from a solitude that knows no love, alone dominates the peaks of what is inaccessible.
What is immutable is complicit in an eternal hatred, to which a suffocated spasm approaches whose purposes seem to wish to resurrect the malefic wills, dwelling forever in those nefarious places, of those winding Transcarpathian valleys, impregnable cages from which there is no return.

An album whose mysterious atmospheres at times magical manage to transport you to ancient forests and pagan myths that draw essence from their own lands and in that gypsy folklore, whose ashen skies paint and filter the lights over a land of elusive charm, in the mysteries of its own myths and in the suggestive beauty of its places.