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A beach, a boat, the southern seas... it's the image of this album whose first track features (sung in English):
"Running down the splendid channel
that flows carefree
down to the sea mirror
of an ionic water line
There was a fresh breeze
A strange peace
Tranquility
and there was the Sun
It was even able to warm me
No longer an enemy
Images passed before me
like a stream of photographs
chasing each other to create a sweet carousel
Then, the might of a boat
The art in its decline
Its baroque trappings
Its gone inlays
Its arcane ornaments
Its solitary gaze
Its ancient memories
Its lost wars
Splendid
As Venice never was
as the Moon cannot be
as only the sea is
It was a dream, just a dream
Because only in a dream there is a fresh breeze
and the Sun can warm me
I would like to dream it again"
Here is the first album by the Romans Novembre dated as far back as 1994, a combination of melancholic and dreamy lyrics, aggressive and decadent music, recorded at the legendary Unisound Studio by the equally legendary Dan Swano. Nothing is missing: clean vocals, growl vocals, scream vocals, Swedish-style saturated guitars (early '90s), never gaudy solos, acoustic guitar textures intertwining with modest keyboards, all supported by technically terrifying drumming.
The genre proposed by our band in their first opus is almost undefinable, given the enormous originality of their work... it transitions from <black metal to dark-wave, to> combining furious parts with others more touching and depressed.
It is impossible to point out specific tracks among the 13 present here because each has its own story. Certainly, one of the best Italian releases in the metal field of the early nineties.
Tracklist and Lyrics
04 Let Me Hate (03:04)
Let me hate
As black prevails
As blood invades
As love congeals
Let me hate
05 Sirens in Filth (05:50)
Bitterness blows in the heart
Like chilly draughts in the hall
Of a crystal castle
Lost among clouds made of gold
Those anxieting visions
Images behind frozen windows
Make my eyes bleed
Ebony blood
When the silvergray fluid shall crack reality's walls
Mixing with blood and filth as sirens swimming in pitch
When the sweet arcades of these desperate our owns
Trickle down upon yhe misery of this dead everyday life
Like pitch on your wings
Like a child lost in a war
Like dark paint upon a shiny picture
Like dirty sperm on a toy
And whwn the new star will shine of its own black
And there will be nowhere to shelter
Maybe they'll understand who we are
What we'll always cry for
06 Swim Seagull in the Sky (07:39)
[SOLO - Carmelo]
Speechless
Unreal
Drowning in an abyssal silence
Slowly moving through this immensity
I fly, swimming in this darkblue sky
It's cold, I'm scared and besides rust
Even ice covers these doors
[SOLO - Antonio]
God knows hoe I'd be awake now
God knows how my eyes would tear now
God knows how I wouldn't lose my way
God knows how scared I am
How the seagull would pass away:
[SOLO - Carmelo]
Swim seagull in the sky
[SOLO - Fabio]
07 The Music (03:59)
Incomprehensible like life
Unexplainable like infinity
My Lord, my God
An abstract entity the music is
Inconceivable like life
Immeasurable like infinity
My God, my Lord
It witnessed our beginning so the music is
Annihilating, upsetting
Mirror of joys and sorrows
It lives outside reality's walls
And we are it'd door to our dimension
It comes through our emotions
It runs through our art
And come out from our veins
From our pains
And so we use it right to annihilate
And so we use it to upset
Coming out from our pains
From our veins
12 Neanderthal Sands (03:43)
[SOLO - Carmelo]
Caught in the whirls of time
Cold winds bring me to timeless shores
Shattering, flowing down grain by grain
By the sandglasses of the past
An innate memory
An anxieting deja-vu
The unconscious awareness
Of the error we are
The unconscious awareness
Of the exception we are in the universe
[SOLO - Carmelo, Antonio]
We are alone
13 Christal (02:00)
Once she told me about a dog
Which abandoned by its owner
It died of melancholy
Since the it was all a little bit clearer
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By Matt Grant
Those off-pitches are part of the best of the entire project’s architecture.
'Wish I Could Dream It Again' remains a very valid debut album, considering that in 1994 the Italian scene was quite far from this genre.
