Le temps est amer et noir ,
un café serré qui fatigue nos cœurs
crispés par de croissantes angoisses
d'une guerre lente tombée tel un éclair .
Quand depuis des lustres se sont éteintes les lumières ,
possible sans le voir que le grand soir soit quotidien .
Aveuglés par la peur
des coups de cannes dans les reins ,
nous tombons tous comme des bocs
mais notre corps n'est pas fait de roc .
Nous ne sommes que le fruit d'une époque .
Dévidée de vie la coquille flotte ;
buvons la tasse de l' amer et noir
café serré qui fatigue nos cœurs .
supported by 15 fans who also own “La Guerre Lente”
Oranssi Pazuzu, the gods of psych black prog metal!! Many an act attempts to fuse those elements, and very few do it well. OP are and will continue to be the leaders in this style! Ralph Douglas
supported by 13 fans who also own “La Guerre Lente”
Floor-to-ceiling Boris ragers! It’s like they looked back on songs like Statement and Woman On the Screen and said “let’s do a whole album like that!” Most of these tracks don’t even pass 3 minutes! Zerkalo holds up the middle with some anguished doom.
In the end, *NO* is as strong and declarative as it’s title. Brian Parker
supported by 12 fans who also own “La Guerre Lente”
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