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Rating: Nortt & Xasthur. Do you know them?!
I knew the second, by name and reputation from my past in the grindcore, brutal, extreme fuckin' ultra insane Anal Cunt addicted world... Boh... what I can say is that I hate Black Metal!! I've always hated it, both the music and the attitude... and then every time I met someone who preferred this type of sound, they were either a brat with a Marilyn Manson fixation who stumbled upon a Marduk record by mistake, or a sullen fool without a bit of brain, nor a sense of humor, only capable of bumming cigarettes off you, distant and contemptuous individuals, with their honorable exceptions, for heaven's sake... sacred...
But this is not black metal, not in its ultimate purpose at least... the result aims, I would say, to transcend black metal, and perhaps even metal itself.
Especially the part of the record entrusted to XASTHUR: this bizarre individual, renamed in typical black tradition as Malefic, American, has been active in the US underground black metal scene for almost ten years now and still collaborates, even with SUNNO)) - who sponsor the release under their label Southern LorD -... and you bet given the strong component of mysticism!!
But let's take it easy... the CD starts with a beautiful lament of guitar bordering on drone, flanked by a piercing piano, classical and very sad in style... the residues of this are re-articulated in the second piece (Glemt), and a cavernous voice begins its slow delirium, and in the long run it almost seems like the anguished liberating cry of a troglodyte finally emerging from the bowels of the Earth! The rhythm section - eh... rhythm, Pfui...!- is funereal; NORTT reminds me a bit of Morgion, and at times the Swedish-style death-doom, as well as the famous Candlemass, which I love.
The outro Dyster sind hands the baton worthily to the aforementioned XASTHUR, and here my brain matter is put to the test, and my hormones are paradoxically awakened from a millennial slumber: it almost seems to me to see a single man on an iceberg, with his solitary instrumentation, contemplating a frozen ocean, and translating it into music...
And what titles: "Blood from the roots of the forest"!!! Indeed at times it seems that the sound evokes the desperate cry, not of a single forest, but of an entire Amazon in panic over the advent on the planet of these death machines called human beings...
Ashen, cinematic music that shows you new horizons of beauty, a different beauty though, quite reluctant to show itself in dazzling clothes and seductive voices, instead destined to decay and the preponderance of sound redundancy... if you listen closely, you will hear your stereo speakers, or computer, despairing endlessly...
As we should all do together in unison, all of us, inhabitants of Earth, finally aware of our real insignificance in the face of a lunar landscape, or the much more poignant one of a galaxy... what are our lives, even if considered in their totality, the succession of races, peoples, and men over the centuries, the immense earthly legions, compared to such an entity, to such an amalgam of powers and possibilities?
More or less these, and many other more unnameable, are my sensations after a careful and prolonged listening of such a record... listen to meditate...
certainly black metal has never made me irrational in this way before... beautiful...
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