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Coming straight up from the
dephts of the blackest underground, Necrofrost is emerging on CD after
a serie of ultra-cult demos to bring forth pain, despair, horror, anguish.
Not into raw productions? Then you'd better fly away from here, because
compared to this Necrofrost CD even Darkthrone always had been blessed
with productions Mike Jackson never had. For whom is writing these lines,
this is currently the album of the year, although a new Summoning cd
is coming up and this is perilous for Necrofrost's sceptre.
Raw, (raw? only?) very raw production for one of the blackest metal
ever heard by human ears, I guess it has been very hard to conceive
such claustrophobic riffs and atmospheres, penetrating through your
ears with a malicious intent, to maim, carve and hack your brain 'til
nothing is left but a bunch of useless organic material. Fast parts
are terrible, somewhat unheardable given their dissonant violence; but
oh, slow parts are even worse, as vitriolic as if you're willingly drinkin'
sulphuric acid with joy, destructive pleasure. Hence, as soon as you
(thank god and the reviewer) will have this CD in your hand go listening
immediately to the fourth song "My winter of forgotten souls",
over seven minutes of sufferance, but wait until the song gets into
the final riff, indescribable its greatness by any language on this
earth, one of the riff-of-the-Century; hear how much those notes bring
you in a parallel dimension where all is evil, and winter never ends,
any kind of justice is ignored and only the strongest survive. And to
give you these impressions, drummer's splashes elevate themselves into
a noisy, noisy underlining of each guitar chord played, something that
usually disturbs even a person around you when you're listening your
headphones at destructive volume. Said that every song is over the rate
millions and millions of miles forward, preferred of mine are, in addition
to the above, "Me the Thundra" (cold, cold, cold !)
and the conclusive "Nostalgia freeze the Norse reaper",
the title explains it all. Necrofrost have dragged beyond the concept
of black metal, the screams are really frightening, not in a cartoonish
way but sung with a really evil intention, guitars and bass fuse with
the purpose to give life to a creature made of tar. This is nothing
short of total black, the way it was created many years ago and, for
what i am concerned, is never gonna vanish.
So don't wait for more times to come, this is a must have album, it
comes even in limited 200 copies vynil version for collectors. Go checking
your trusted mailorder or shop NOW!!!
Gilberto Nicola
