Silence the sound of fear’s discords
And gaze upon this gala night
Insipid illusion amid pale grey light
And we pray for the worm to devour
Growing fond of this self-same spot
And the circling path to and fro
Trained by time to ignore our own cries
Like the moans of lepers passed by
While far away playing fiercely upon
Majestic flutes of grim portent
Hordes of entropy rise to disperse
On condor wings of invisible woe
The cold wind a whining murmured refrain
Stark indifference, driving forth without purpose
Elemental waste competing with stone and rain
To wear away, to disperse, to call forth the wurm
In moss covered prison, what hope have we
To wipe the dust from our eyes
To heed the echoing screams behind
To silence the fear, to not be blind?
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024