Dear listeners, we are facing a true masterpiece, which can't be viewed without a deep stylistic examination, which helps to focus on the context of this album. So I'm giving the word to the great Pino Scotto, speaking directly from Database, who was interrogated by a fan about depressive music:"If you just tell me "Depressive", what should I say? Fuck yourself, don't break my balls, get fucked...". Ok, let's pass over it. This is a lesson for remember that you have to consider its comments like Fabio Volo's phylosophical elucubrations. So, what is Depressive? Depressive is the transcription into music of the flame that gave strenght to the heart of the biggest artists, from Goethe to Hesse; the flame that burns inside everyone of us and which won't abandon us: it's depression. A part of our life and death (which is not an antagonist of the light but a necessary paint), picks our souls from morning till night, recalling our attention. But, trying to not waste on sheets, canvases or scores, hides among the corners of the soul, and so we want to temptate it with avantgardes and virtuosisms, waiting for its arrival. Didn't maybe Munch use all the colours of his palette (and maybe more) to give us a frantic appearence in Melancholie (forget about "The Scream", please!), a painting with vivid colours, which has nothing to do with depression standing to ignorant people's sight, who always discern black from white. No, I'm really sorry, but depression doesn't always imply deep colours or pale faces transformed by death, illness, spooky backgrounds. Depression can be expressed in dawn, smiles, bottles, basically everything, if extrapolated from its materialist concept of one-use object of elementar assumption-comprehension (and linked reject). This truth illuminated the great masters of Depressive music. Do we want to compare the chaotic hardness of Lifelover, Forgotten Tomb, Austere and Hypotermia to the refinity of Det Som Engang Var by Burzum or to the melancholic intro of Death Pierce Me by Silencer or, why not, the idealist vision of a dreaming kid incarnated by Alcest? Very few people reached the absolute truth, very few people reached Nirvana and very few will. Amongst them we find the band Thy Light. Everything is full of poetry, genius, beauty and quality, pushing Tim Yatras from Austere to get involved by sharing the vocal parts in the titletrack of their album. The album starts with "Suici.De.Spair", which, despite of its title, has nothing to do with the raw approach of the first demotape, with its tight and empty low-fi sound. Suici.De.Spair is a slow tempo, with a piano, nearly danceable, which does not give that anguish and pain which Nattramn loved a lot, but it's a good way for the soul to detach from body and to melt into the fog of the band, to be fulfilled with new emotions, in an alternance of sound and silence. We turn to the second track, "Wanderer of Solitude". We still miss some steps to the total separation, when an acoustic riff magnetize us, inviting us in a subtle way to meet the kernel of the album. We are in the sky, over the Hyperbore, over Tir Na Nòg and any place known to mankind, and we're thrown down by the first chord of the electric guitars. We're falling, scared but conscious, with a speed which slightly decreases, because we have to recognise our errors and remorses, we have to live our lives like in the point of no return, without tears but with a smile, in a tornado of soaring guitars and lacerating screams. The album goes on with "No Morrow Shall Dawn". A long pad of keyboards falls into our ears following awaiting for an explosion: we sink in a sea of ink, in a deep and undescribable sufferance, which is paralising and suffocating, it's like an ancestral pain devouring your bones. When the clean parts start, we discover again the joys of moves. We walk, slowly, through our nightmares, touching everything, stopping in the most unknown corners, taking advantage of the occasion to discover that our fears are not real. The following track, "Corredor Seco", takes us into Folk: we wake up in a house we don't recognise. We jump into the roads and everything is destroyed: only rubbish, all around. We're in the night, but we can still see clearly. Is it Hiroshima? Is it Norimberg? Who's telling us? There's no living entities. And we still walk. We know that our safety is over the horizon's line. It seems to be always moving, but it stops and we have just a step to overtake it. Fifth track, "The Bridge". Over the horizon, there's only a gray fog, condensed into various layers of clouds. This song is pure ambient, with a pouring rain as background. Our feet aren't touching the ground anymore, we're turning fastly into children and we turn into old men with reckless speed. Wounds, scars, cuts on our bodies. We're alone, with our tears getting our knees wet. "Dad? Mum?" and many known names, names who go out from our mouths, names in an endless list. And we keep moving, without wanting it "Please, Stop!". But we can't stop and we keep moving. The list ends but starts over again, like a mantra. We scream:"I wanna go home, I wanna start to live again!" with our last gasp. Then we die. We feel our souls led by unknown hands, hoping that they're taking us home, that they're making us join our bodies. We hear our heartbeats: one, two, hundreds, thousands. A final thunder clap. We're awake, alive. We shut down our iPod. 41 minutes. We still have three things: a tear streaming down our cheeks, a strong sense of melancholy and a foggy memory of someone we've never known. The sun is shining out of the window, in an absolute silence. We start to walk. We're going to enjoy this adventure tomorrow because we don't have enough time. This is "No Morrow Shall Dawn". Technical perfection, creativity, anarchy and feelings. This is an unforgettable trip, a milestone that you're not going to miss. This album will turn the band into fame and will change Depressive Black Metal, I swear. Now, it's up to you.
RATING: 10/10
-Mørke-
Translator: -Edoardo Napoli-
Listening: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG5aYraiE-o
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