Wilk
Zwyciestwo Bedzie Nasze

The Savoia descendants are arrested for illegal gambling and "luxury" prostitution, the government says the economy is plummeting because Berlusca left a black hole, and while there's debate over the yes or no to the referendum, in the meantime Luxuria is planning a future bill for the right to change names without having to change gender accordingly. It's useless to retreat to the World Cup because Italy has been the usual flop for 24 years now, and what am I doing? A good review of a powerful black metal group.

But it's hot, it's June, and the sweat dripping down my forehead doesn't suit the atmosphere of this genre which is typically cold (true Norwegian, don't forget). How can one not think of the cold fjords and the typical Northern European vegetation where you can encounter beautiful specimens of males with fantastic teeth sculpted by chewing gum, which you can only observe by putting them to sleep with anesthetic shots? Tell me how it's not possible? But, let's leave aside these hypothetical journeys to discover the northern lands in Quark-style and return to us: reviewing a damn album, in this damn climate in our "terronia" these days has a strange effect on me, and all this is very brutal (Tepes teaches), so I will review brutally.

But it's even more brutal if you think that I'm taking time from work and my boss will probably chew me out when he finds out I didn't do what I was supposed to. But music calls and I cannot help but answer. The cover is beautiful, typical of a black flame (aren't they fascists or something?!), typical pointed logo from which everything is visible except the band's name, tarred even inside and all the artwork (this is genius).
But wait, why do I have this crap in my hands? Ah, yes, because the typical enthusiast after a heated ideological discussion on metal lent it to me saying it was a different work from the usual without the typical black metal clichés, and trying to convert me he went to great lengths to find the right example to give me, and when handing it to me he said "It’s called Pietro and it comes back", well, rest assured...

Despite my countless reservations about it, and the constant nagging thought in my head trying to remotely imagine how the hell he got hold of it, I try to listen, just because I'm curious, and what will I ever find inside?! Ahhhhahhhhhhhhh, excellent, excellent masterpiece, essential screaming supporting a drum that doesn't change tempo even if they shoot the drummer, it almost seems like a machine, sharp and precise guitars, what they have to precise I don't know, and then, let's see, an atmospheric synth insert, and it seems to me... wait a second... no! I can't believe it, a bass, damn I almost forgot the most important instrument of all, the one that makes less noise than the others but without which the pieces wouldn't have the right support. The sound of this instrument made almost imperceptible by all the rest surely did the best work of all, precisely because of this characteristic.

What else to add about this Polish duo, they play very well, even if they aren't Norwegian. I'm amazed when I discover the latest frontier of extreme metal: NSBM, meaning national socialist black metal (I'm almost ashamed to write it), I didn't know about this variant, I just have enough time to tell Pietro (can a record like this really be called so?! who knows!) to go back to where it came from.

Stay away, and don't ask me what the title means...