Embrasée comme le cul
de la cousue
que tu as ramassée ,car sans écus ,
pour consommer ,
tu te consumes.
Ton réservoir d'espoir a été siphonné
mais sache alors que les gens tristes sont les plus riches.
Leurs pieds poussant la terre qu'ils regardent
leur offrent l'or tombé des poches
des gens heureux.
Le ciel est un désert de légereté ,
seule la gravité retient les choses
que tu es là pour récolter
Triste Sœur.
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
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
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