Kompromisslos ist es ja definitiv. Aber es passt gut, ist stimmungsvoll und das ist schön und nicht schön gleichzeitig.
Bitte nur anhören, wenn man dissonanten Black Metal abkann, man also bei Blut aus Nord, Axis of Perdition und Deathspell Omega nicht schreiend wegläuft...
Throane - Une balle dans le pied
https://invidious.snopyta.org/watch?v=Ge9pSvtxV5Y
Throane - Une balle dans le pied (Full EP)
"Une balle dans le pied" out on October 16th 2020. Order from : - our EU shop : http://bit.ly/throaneEU - our US shop : http://bit.ly/throaneUS - our Bandcamp : http://bit.ly/uneballe Follow THROANE: Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/throane Bandcamp : https://throane.bandcamp.com Debemur Morti Productions, 2020 EU webshop : https://www.debemur-morti.com NA webshop : https://debemurmorti.aisamerch.com/ Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/debemurmorti Bandcamp : https://dmp666.bandcamp.com Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/debemurmorti/ "Une balle dans le pied" is the lacerating new EP from THROANE, the unsettling sonic incarnation of lauded multi-disciplinary artist Dehn Sora. This latest work finds THROANE engaged in a particularly violent form of void surgery, as the diseased tissue of nightmarish Black Metal, wall-of-sound Doom, Industrial, Noise and Dark Ambient is ripped, reformed and reanimated into a lightless chimera of savage beauty. In Sora’s own words: “THROANE is a project based on instinct. ‘Une balle dans le pied’ translates as ‘A bullet in the foot’, a French expression symbolizing the act of sabotaging oneself. Two tracks, forming one, exploring the language of rhythm and forming a bridge for future full-lengths. As with each release, this composition is the fruit of a short time, an accumulation leading to the need for explosion.” Cover artwork depicts Sora's sister, in echo of previous releases featuring close individuals and the personally symbolic: “Working as a nurse in different services, her daily routine makes her face death, addicted personalities, terminally ill people. Walking through their homes, their souls. Walking on broken glass. But forced to get rid of it, at the end of every day. To stand still. And keep walking.”
