This one's been waiting on my desk to be reviewed for a long, long time. My apologies go out to Tim Yatras who apparently is Germ. Sorry, mate!
The reason for my lingering is none other than other priorities. It's no because this is a bad album, because it certainly isn't. As you can probably deduct from my stab at labelling this music style-wise, we're in a territory of the not-so-common releases. This is not run-of-the-mill, assembly line music!
Picture this: Jean-Michel Jarre walks into a music store. After he's bought a couple of new synths, he falls in love with a jet black electric guitar on the way of the store. 'Huh, gotta get me one of those,' he says and off he wanders with his new toy. When he comes home to the studio, he does some of his usual, wonderful synth soundscapes and on top of that he adds a layer of distorted guitars whereever he finds it appropriate, and he even uses the old drumkit he's got in a corner somewhere. Plus, for the first time ever, he decides to sing, yes, sing. And scream a bit as well, of course, just because he's feeling a bit rebellious this morning - which is probably also why he tries to play the fastest music he ever did - just for the hell of it.
Joking aside, this is a slightly provoking and really, really nice hybrid of electronic music and black metal. Yatras dares to push black metal into a territory which black metal purists would most probably regard blasphemous (and fans of electronic music most probably would the same). Since I have no religious feelings for either genre, I don't give a toss and quite simply allow myself to just enjoy this mad mixture which, in it's own peculiar way, has an inherent beauty, tension and cathartic aggression. Throw away your fears and do try this at home.
