Once I was a strapping young suitor
much like yourself I thought only of gold
In days long past was a wealthy land-owner
Growing my power through things bought and sold
I overlooked an important lesson
That life would have taught me If only I'd seen!
A life such as mine had been part of a cycle
and all that I'd bought had a price set for me...
In blood
Like you, I sought only for glory
But glory by gold isn't glory at all
Short youth, none would tell of my story
All that I'd done would mean nothing at all
What was this skin that I’ve come to wear?
Untrustworthy vessel of age and despair!
And thus was I crushed when I offered
The hand of a rich man to young maiden fair
She saw only my decay
She cared not for mountains of gold
Scorned me, my brother to marry
Disgust for a creature so old
That night was the night of the full moon
Deep in the woods did I cry for my doom
She saw only an elder
She cared not for castles so cold
Gods or demons grant me unending vigor
and I shall grant thee all that I own
A voice in darkness crackled like fire
Whispering sinister secrets to me
“Youth eternal you seek to acquire,
and all of your gold cannot cover the fee
His is the hand that holds your desire,
His is the voice that mocks you gleefully
Your brother’s life is the price of this ransom
And all that you ask shall be granted to thee
Drink of his life-giving rubescent nectar
And all that you ask shall be given to thee”
I drank from his blood ridden cup
Seen by she whose lover I supped
I pounced and devoured her carcass
Frozen by horror of what I had done
Possessed by the spirit of orcus,
Unaware of what I’d become
Ravenous! A great winged shadow!
Ravenous! Of feathers and thorns!
Ravenous! To hunger eternal!
Ravenous! Corvid. Deformed.!
A truly stellar death/doom album with heavy doses of black metal. Tracks like Isolation, Child of Light, and Broken Hymns deliver the sorrowful and icy tone of this album, elevated by the stirring cello compositions of Raphael Weinroth-Browne. The album delivers a deeply satisfying crescendo in Becoming Intangible before stirring the soul once again with Epilogue. Matt Richardson
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert
Sørbyen, c'est un recueil de complaintes d'un éternel inadapté ; la pause clope tranquille se fait seul : netra tourne le dos à la ville et son accoutrement fait tâche dans ce paysage neigeux. La musique est à l'image de la pochette : plus calme, certes, mais à part, aliénée et on ne s'y sent jamais chez soi. Le trip-hop ne transmet aucune chaleur ; le black metal est souvent accompagné de chants folk mais déprime encore plus ; la techno ne donne pas envie de bouger. La douleur est viscérale... Jordan Vauvert
《 On naît seul, on vit seul, on meurt seul. Et même quand on baise on est seul. 》
— Seul contre tous. Gaspar Noé.
Certains s'engagent dans la voie du one-man band parce qu'ils n'ont pas les moyens d'assumer un groupe ou parce que leur vision est trop complexe. netra est un one-man band parce que c'est comme ça que ça doit être et c'est aussi grâce à ça que Mélancolie urbaine casse les codes. Le black metal dépressif, le jazz noir, l'electro : tout fait ressentir une humanité qui s'effiloche... Jordan Vauvert