Black Faith – Nightscapes (It’s Black Metal, From Italy)

Italian black metal. Just doesn’t roll off the tongue, or out the mouth, as vomit, which means at least it’s not so bad that you’re led into revulsion. There’s simply something about that word combination that seems a contradiction. Why? Italian metal, in general, I’ve found, tends to be highly derivative, though there are certainly some goodies I’ve come across now and then. The band Grime, for example. That’s about all I need to mention to prove it, trust me. Italian black metal, I haven’t honestly been thrilled with, ever, or listened to beyond a few tracks. Blackened death metal, yeah. Black metal, no. So when I first learned that Black Faith was from the boot-shaped land of black mehtal [sic], I wasn’t entirely thrilled, but the artwork struck a chord on my sullen heart, so I figured I’d jump right in there and see what it had to offer. As I expected, it offers derivation, a sound that could come from anywhere. It proves that like noise, anyone can do it, though you do need some musicianship, but that alone doesn’t result in being noticed beyond the kvltist who must absolutely know of every obscure black metal band ever conceived, even those from Italy. Why? Because black metal, don’t you know?


Black Faith has got the corpse paint. They’ve got the low-level bar scene venue grind. They’ve got the bat logo, footnote that with an upside-down cross, three of them even, wow. They got it. Any picture you see of them will give you 0 indication where they’re from, and that’s okay, if they can bring itNightscapes brings something, but it’s not entirely it. It’s just a bit of it. As black metal, it’s readily explainable as average, not mediocre, because they’ve got the sound quality down and they can play; the tremolo, the windswept riffing, the piano (I think that’s what it is, it actually upsets the balance), the throat-shrieking wails, and the charging horses kick drum. What it doesn’t have is that other part of it that we need, something recognizably different. Nightscapes is formulaic, thusly, without a moment of ingenuity or even a riff that truly digs into you to spread its taint. Most of this one passes like winter. It’s cold and all, very frigid, yes, stark, and then there’s spring, whatever. Some moments really tear, others are like styrofoam packaging peanuts hiding a few good treats in the box. Just like those peanuts, the tame riffs just get stuck everything and won’t come off, then they stick to you, and are extremely annoying to remove, except you can’t have fun squishing them after you succeed. What that convoluted analogy is saying is that the worse moments of Nightscapes have a tendency to tarnish the rest. If you’re looking for general black metal as previously defined by the greats, here you go, from Italy.


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Written by Stanley Stepanic

Black Faith: Nightscapes
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