Weakling
Dead As Dreams

Magical, heartbreaking, unique—this Post black metal prog work. Sometimes dusting off the shelf leads me to review an album I'd forgotten about, and thinking about it, I don't know how I managed to put a piece of my memories behind me. And to think they told me so much when I listened to this album, the usual talk from the so-called "Ordinaries." Yes, exactly, the Ordinaries, those who take everything in life lightly, those who say that it's not important to appear even if they hide it, those who say they believe in God even though the most important thing for them is pasta and fixations, those who fill up on TV and become self-righteous pundits.

The "Ordinaries": those who think this is just noise. But no! This album is one of the many "Masses for Idiots" that I dedicate to them with a signature. And in this world where everyone is a protagonist, sometimes something beautiful and interesting is discovered. And to think we've always been taught there are two fundamental things in our earthly journey: life and death.

Death is dreams and life is material; this brief reincarnation given life by these souls over 10 years ago in America is now defunct. The Weakling drew voices and torment upon themselves in the creation of this work, perhaps the first experimenters of the genre. 5 tracks over 75 minutes, where apocalyptic scenarios and ungraceful screams profoundly describe a ravaged world. Pure black metal avant-garde where the present's hatred emerges from cynical passages and nihilistic thoughts, the 5 tracks fade into looping guitars where melodic parts blend with melancholic notes heavily soaked in abrasive reverb. The creature is unstoppable, occasionally taking a pause in a sort of punitive truce, bites, scratches, and devours bodies without satiating.

It sounds like the soundtrack of imminent death. A batch of black metal anthems mingled with an undercurrent of punk that lends a certain immediacy, but "Dead as Dreams" somehow maintains a course of innovation within the genre. Once again, much must be said to do justice to this album, but I wanted to share with you that it really strikes as it makes itself desired by sheer force of kicks and adrenaline surges of epic proportions. It's rare to find an album that never lets up in intensity and keeps its foot on the throat the entire time spent in its company. Demonic.

The Weakling released only this work after several demos, but I'm ready to bet with you to find another album of such beauty.

Dedicated to Burzum but especially to the possibly cold bodies of the Ordinaries