Whenever I come across an album
like this, a rare occurrence, initially I cannot help wondering whether it
makes any sense to put it out into the world in the first place. The band from
Piemonte (north-west of Italy) clothes an absolute, existential form of philosophy
with black metal robes which have no resemblance to those we see on magazines
or most fanzines. These are the robes of the ascetic, not in the Christian
sense but in the aristocratic sense. Here the intellect, a spirited form of
thirst that makes you jump into the ruthless fire of awareness, sustains
everything. Music is a mere reflection of an intense, grueling challenge where
you single-mindedly pursue the thrill/pain of abandoning yourself to the
innermost source of ancestral, shamanic “truths”. Coupling a deeply meditative kind
of cognitive introspection to an extensive and heterodox type of knowledge, with
determination and perseverance, will demolish boundaries, subvert what is commonly
accepted, reclaim what has been hidden to us, gives impetus to pursue a way of
life that seeks inner and outer adventures that are truly authentic, meaningful
and exhilarating, often reckless (from the point of view of the herd). And when
you are in that tremendous place of Spartan solitude, inevitably you look down
on those who live a life of slavery to a system that holds them hostage through
lies and constant offerings of unnecessary, meaningless goods, you begin to
feel disgust for those who choose not to see, those who worship plastic shallowness.
MDAE reject the conformist
values of today’s’ society, electing spiritual freedom as only path and Tradition
as beacon of light. Lacrime degli Dei (Tears of the Gods), the sophomore album
born of collaboration between Ans (the main force behind the project) and Agilulf
(plus guest vocalists), keeps exploring the deeper, universal meaning of lore,
myth and history, with the intensity of who is under the spell of its intoxicating
presence around and within, someone who has the will and need to respond to its
spellbinding, ancestral, primordial call. The proud and fierce approach, which pitilessly
pinpoints our eternal vulnerabilities, frailties and sorrows, shows how these
are people who do not delude themselves by believing romantically in a paradise
lost, but rather acknowledge the stark reality of life as our perennial Hell.
Except they find salvation, like many of us who are drawn by the more authentic
side of the black metal philosophy, in the exhilarating, cleansing contact with
Nature in its purest, most uncontaminated, raw and majestic manifestations. Piemonte,
their region (my birth-place), means “at the foot of the mountain”: we are
people who have a close and innate relationship with the surrounding Alps,
whose snowy peaks are a constant presence in our life. Silent and breathtaking,
our rolling hills and mountains are custodians of ancestral wisdom, the essence
of Life and Death. Ans spends a lot of time climbing (wonderful and full of
layered meanings the track called “Ascending Mount Soratte”), trekking and
discovering our Celtic roots amongst the woods, castles, hills and valleys of
Monferrato, reminding me of the inebriating perfume of the changing seasons,
the fine vineyards, the old tuffaceous houses, the cobblestone alleys, the elegance of the aristocratic homes with their
frescoed ceilings, and the magnificence of an old Torino, once capital of the
Duchy of Savoy and later of the Kingdom of Italy, which I had the privilege to
know through the eyes of my ancestors. The feeling of a deep loss is inevitable
(returning to my birth places is always a very painful experience because of
the tragic history of my family) and I cry together with the gods…
But as I said, no sterile nostalgia,
no idealizing of historical moments through a selective memory here; rather,
the album articulates a precise path that begins with our inner death, an
inevitable step, and ends with a rebirth that is more dazzling, rich and wise
than one could ever imagine. Intellectual ascetics are often warriors, as the
eastern traditions show us: people of few words, who do not share their
knowledge with the masses, but only with the few chosen ones. MDAE, from the dizzying
heights of their brave name, one that bears some responsibilities, share their
experiences of spiritual warriors (the words “avant-garde” and “hermetic” do
refer to this intellectual stance, rather than the music itself) with us
through the Italian label The Oath (Manes, Lunar Aurora). For those who will
not be able to fully appreciate the depth of the lyrical content and the well
written cover notes enriched by quotations by Bataille, Pessoa, Hesse and The
Bhagavad Gita amongst others, I will say that musically the band is not at all
distant from the aesthetics of the best shoegaze-black metal incarnation of
Alcest, especially in the first part of the album, where the intimacy and
frailty of the journey called for an emotional, melodic and touching approach. A
fragile, stargazing semi-acoustic guitar and the delicately dissonant riffs
contrast with a well-rounded bass and variegated vocals, while the few tremolo-riffed/blasting
parts are soft and beautiful, just like Neige’s. The spoken parts, which echo
the constant inner soliloquy of the artist, often resonating of a certain
military mood (which informed the entire previous album), and the carefully
selected old samples, take us back to pre-color television and pre-war radio cultural
programs. “Marcia del Sole Notturno”, with its piano interlude, marks a turning
point in the resurrection rituals: as the album poignantly progresses at a slow
to mid pace, the introspective journey finally becomes glorious rebirth. Inevitably
the awakening informs both inner and outer life: action and contact with nature
ignite a new and spiritual process. The ascension to the scared mountain peak
is both metaphor and reality: “Entangled shrubs, virgin paths; the awareness of
the crevices sharpens my perceptions, time expands to an eternal instant. Step
after step (…) The spirit of the hero finds its way”
01 – Introduzione
02 – Apparizione Onirica
dell’Ombra
03 – Solo il mio passo risuona nell’oscurità
04 – Lacrime degli Dei
05 – Marcia del Sole Notturno
06 – Ballata dei Proscritti
07 – Intermezzo
08 – Ascesa al monte soratte
09 – Il
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