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Deposte catene e borchie, appeso all'appendiabiti il giaccone di pelle (si lo so siamo a giugno, ma lo stile prima di tutto), con un buon boccale di birra doppio malto e appoggiato alla sua fedele ascia incaricata di seminare morte e distruzione tra emo e truzzi, il nostro "true metaller" sente l'ineluttabile voglia di ascoltare un cd black.
Scorrendo tra i vari "In the Nightside Eclipse" e "Transilvanian Hunger ", però nota un cd impolverato, comprato in chissà quale occasione a buon prezzo, magari in preda ai fumi dell'alcol, più per il nome che per conoscenza del gruppo.
Questo cd s'intitola "666 International" ed è opera dei Dodheimsgard, nome misconosciuto a tutti quelli che si ascrivono alla categoria sopra citata.
Inseritolo nel suo stereo/personal computer si trova di fronte al primo pezzo dell'album "Shiva Interfere", e capisce che qualcosa non va.
Dov'è il blast beat, dove sono le chitarre formato zanzara, dov'è la pessima produzione tanto lui cara?
Qui c'è solo un intro claustrofobico di synth, che già potrebbe portare all'immediata archiviazione del cd tra gli scarti da riservare ai "Non true metaller" .
Tuttavia, i soldi spesi infondono di coraggio il nostro eroico metallaro, che prosegue nell'ascolto, scontratosi con un cantato in clean, più adatto ad un brano new wave che black metal...fine.
Cd disinserito dallo stereo/personal computer e buttato in un angolo ad accumulare polvere, pronto ad essere riutilizzato per sistemare magari un tavolino sbilenco.
Noi invece continuiamo, siamo pagati per farlo? No, ma la curiosità è forte, e iniziamo a scoprire le vere qualità del cd, che consistono appunto nell'incessante mescolanza di generi: black, industrial, ambient, clean e scream, tastiere e doppio pedale, vorticosamente si alternano durante ogni brano, travolgendo l'ascoltatore con una furia insospettabile oramai, creduta scomparsa da tempo a favore delle melense canzonette commerciali che lobotomizzano l'uomo del ventunesimo secolo.
Nota di merito alla copertina, chi non è completamente a digiuno di black capisce già da questa che foreste innevate e fiordi gelidi hanno lasciato il passo all'inferno di vetro e cemento delle grandi metropoli.
Cd da ascoltare non sotto un cielo stellato, ma d'inverno nell'apparente quiete notturna di una città affollata e asettica.
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Shiva Interfere (09:10)
[words 4/2-99, music 97-98]
Abstract tears to the ground
Soft years of melancholy
A draft of inner advice
To welcome the strangers neighbor
A vast, swift talk of romance and despair
A bellboy's journey through the eight limbs of Yoga
An efficient success of lost ego and body
Flannel flirtation, a chasm of childish obedience
And I can see you all, for this is without blur
Glorious destruction
Glorious creation
Grimly folds with luminous elegance
Winged between the corroded amber
I scent a fragrance from the past
Bright as death, it came soaring towards me
Something's missing and I don't know what it is
Forlon satisfaction, admitting the selfish seal
And the serpent's steel
Directly from the ocean of flowers
Visual contact, planet B8----18
Sonar disturbance
Asmodeus comes with terror
In spontaneous air corridors
All for the phantom to inhale
For today is forever
And the world grew without form
And for those who planted their seeds of
Reliant vulnerability
Chakra Nadmara, I wish I was as fresh as you
Find your way, the "asphyx" teaches
Rumble, dismay, a chronicle of the samurai
Oh you are crystalline, I say, you are made of pain
For only suffering can create such beauty
And only suffering can wipe out your tears
I remember I ate of the tree
And hence of the wisdom of which we may speak of
The tedious ones are those who attends the mask of
Which they seek
I open up for the flavor of starvation
There is absolutely no one there,
And "his" is for sure, as we grasp to reach the light
Slowly to mosey
I'll drag you by your horns
For with a whirling emblem cracking the dawn,
I face the goat at sunrise
02 Ion Storm (04:20)
[words 16/2-99, music 93]
Am I not your super hero
Am I not your golden chain
War fixation, I won the game
Transmit this remedy
Transmit this gain
Prosperity - I'll came across you between the shades
With superior blessings
That apparently was holding the staff
Of which blindness could foresee
Trouble in the corridor
Drained through the system of foundations,
Dear in cruelty
Simulating the opponent
Well besmeared with toxic phlegm
Let me lick you, frustrated joy
A canyon of courage with soar feet
A paradise in motion,
Born without a scruple
Could I please be left alone now
In my hand I hold the science, of which
Nothing can ever penetrate
In my hand I hold the plague
Where silence will proceed
Wild bindings, an opportunity for great men,
And with or without them in honor, just for fun
I mingle with the fountains of all that I've seen
Substantial is the millenium
And proud is the frog that predicated his amusement
All for benefit of reluctant ideas
Like envy is the falsehood, while the morning after
Is all that is between us
As laughter is planted in mortal void
And unwilling wisdom is abroad
Wandering alone in this shapeless halls of nothing
And watch it increase as the shining becomes stronger
This stranger is a "place" for you to rest
04 Regno Potiri (10:19)
[words 6/6-98, music 96-97]
Infernal majesty,
Gibbering... pattern, enthusiasm
Slowly affected as light becomes violent
And the exceeding of thoughts is blinded by it's slaves
Monstrous abundance, I'll share the same with you
If you can reach the stars
In the pleasantness of fertile harm, scattered all over
Experience fault, experience the tower,
Grown with its own prudence
And with sketches of the malignant three
On course with the five in line
A heart of those that pleasure must be bent before their eyes
Then I see the dragon rise
The mirror of pain, Graciously caressed
In urge to dispute the male figure
Grotesque shimmering, falsefull tales
Indocrinated formulas
Itches the claws of the humorized bat
And no life there, feeds without love
Cleansed through the whirlwinds as I
Rock the throne of delight
Harmonized as one, redeemed satisfaction, must be pleased
Circular extension, eroticism in the saddle of connection
Infernal power, open up and determine man where he stands
To make our heart complete
And watch the syndromes fall
Proud symbols to be as the seven itself
And no thing is for sure, as we glance into the black sun
The keeper of light, altogether,
Anonymously attracted to the scorpion dancing in his eyes
As our convoy melts together,
We sail the flesh as the apple gets irresistible
Life's put to peace, the silent lamb is conquered
Access, announce, might of great will
And leaps from the shore of solitary
Time to feed, time to let go
Black shimmering, carrier of crowns, prospect mirror rising
Abhorrent teardrops, landscapes, formations,
Accordingly to the ten signs
Ego, echo, tranquillity is born
Diving, divine spectre
Look at me, the draft draws nearer
Female implant, lust is turned to hunger
And freedom towers share the land increased in a global entrance
Eyes colored blue, eyes colored red
Enchanted wisdom breeds the serpents flame
In feminine oceans, united in ecstatic motion,
As we praise the flesh of sodomy with bestial behavior
"O'moonshine", endanger this vioscope glass arena
We see, it's the fall of the false redeemer
He with no hands
Admiring the triumphant move of the elephant
Rhythmic adjustment, sources are bound
A descendant of pleasure in all ways
Divided, stonedrops-silverblue
As long as evil breeds
07 Sonar Bliss (07:39)
[words 4/2-99, music 98]
I'm the scenery of vendetta
Mind and soul
I'm the shapeless victory
Order and suppression
All in the tower of the virgin
Triumphant in a pale gray light
In despire of how to deal with it
A sweet, turbulent intoxication
Rapidly I yearn to bare the mark
In a tragic understatement of the lions force
A tribe who's independence is no longer
Disturbed by the ragged interception of happy thorns
As I face the whispering
I answer to the master
A biochemical trembling
Voices in my head
And thus I appear with wakeful eyes
Trust insight
A tedious dramatic implant
Like swollen iron feeds itself,
Longing for the moon
Unbreakable and unborn
Sifting the contents of the surface
A ceremony of killers
A scorched fucking snale
In postures of gold
That might be recognized
But as long as there are shelters
You'll always find yourself detained
A huge defenseless atmosphere
Wretched and toiled for centuries
Is ever so tender as long as we're alive
For it is with great wealth that I, declare this
Flapping wings, tired monster
Ruthless in folly frames
Attempting gaiety upon sinister forces
All within, we will win...
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