BLUT AUS NORD
Memoria Vetusta II: Dialogue With The Stars

near mint / black vinyl

The denouement. At the centre of an infinite structure in perpetual deconstruction, « 777 – Cosmosophy » represents the instinctive manifestation of human and obsolete conception of Time. Where the light feeds the darkness, where every second is the Eternity and sounds the death knell – the monumental work of the eccentric soul gets lost in a deep echo… and this echo is the sublime Sound of the Universe. A beautiful tragedy; a tragic beauty. Devastatingly restrained, the climactic movement in the monumental « 777 » trilogy represents the culmination of a rapturous evolutionary process. Arguably BLUT AUS NORD’s most-daring venture yet, the third and final chapter represents both the beginning and the end. Et le Chaos se tut…

NEAR MINT! like new ! Gold vinyl, includes printed card (numbered)  

"777 – Sects(s)" is an organic, cascading volume of deviant, dark art that exhibits BLUT AUS NORD’s natural habitat, a cleansing blade amid transitory moments of non-importance. Hypnotic guitars, discomforting beats and alienating voices clash with the ferocity of aural tectonic plates to produce horrific Black Metal decadence for an anonymous, lost, irrelevant generation.
 

Comes in a 6-panel digipack with slipcase. First batch comes in black polycarbonate CD.

The tide turns once again. From tumultuous oceanic depths French legend BLUT AUS NORD erupts onland in all its singular dissonant glory: be-tentacled, malformed, accursed, fearsome.

Following up the purported 'new era' of melodicism ushered in by 2019's lauded "Hallucinogen", new work "Disharmonium - Undreamable Abysses" finds the leaders-in-perpetuity of Avant-garde Industrialised Black Metal compelled to reassume their rightful throne, crowning nigh-on 28 years of consistency with seven mesmerising tracks of bleakly-maximalist harmonic unease.

Comparable to naught except BLUT AUS NORD, the inimitable leads, eroded melodies and uncanny vocal textures of "Disharmonium" ooze and uncoil, leeching into vast hyper-skilled rhythmic structures which traverse sea-mountains of madness towards lightless echelons far beyond comprehension. The reflexive darkness we all demand. The Order of Outer Sounds.