Black Metal can be extremely hard to navigate. Recently a lot of it suffers from misanthropic maudlin myopathy : heavy on masculine mechanics of terror, minus any real understanding of the grand atmosphere & genderless excitement that the greatest BM bands have had to offer. But, in the twilight behemoth of the genre, past all night winds, winter frost, black forests and racist albatross’, rests the freezing hot monochromatic tape hiss of Paysage d’hiver.

Armed with an acute retardation for clarity, thick globules of sonic landscape & a studied abundance of cryptic gloomy theatre : Paysage d’hiver sounds like an entire ocean trapped inside a deeply sullen, bare wintered basement.

Sounds rad right?

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