Year of No Light
Nord
Crucial Blast
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Believe it or not, it’s not all baguettes
and Ed Banger breakbeats round France’s way. Sure, their dance scene
gets more attention that a bikini model at a D&D convention, but lurking
in the shadows left by the glittering disco balls and spangly strobe lights
is a metal underground, led by ferocious
black metal hordes like Antaeus, Glorior Belli, Wolfe and Obscurus Advocam,
that’s just dying to sink its talons into the rest of the world.
Perhaps the youngest and most audacious of all the underground French practitioners,
Year of No Light stand out not only for their lack of corpse paint or black
metal aspirations, but for their sheer impudence, blending buzzing, trip-the-light-fantastic
guitars with pummeling breakdowns and roaring crests of Hum-like dynamics into
gorgeous strains of splendor and vitriol. Like a storm reaching over the horizon,
Nord is alternately beautiful and beguiling, swooping in with cascades of wistful,
minor-key guitars before erupting in a blaze of streaking electric grandeur
and sky-melting crescendos. What’s most impressive, especially given
their age, is how they’ve drawn from their heroes without ever sounding
like them, and from the petrol-drenched distortion-and-pathos of “Librium” to
the swirling cacophony of sound and fury that is “Prosodia” you’ll
hear strains of familiarity, but they are quickly dashed to bits by YONL’s
ferociously ethereal attack.
They might be young, but YONL already know better than to forsake atmosphere
for dynamics; that they’ve got as much in common with the ace shoegazer
bands (Ride, Swervedriver and My Bloody Valentine) that used to call Creation
Records home as they do with Neurosis or any of their art-metal minions is
fantastic news for everyone sick of listening to their metal drown in a sea
of mind-numbing repetitiveness. What’s more, given Nord’s dynamic
complexity and epic sprawl, it becomes easy to forget that this is only the
first chapter in their evolution, and given the stunning results of this initial
outing, the future could very well belong to Year of No Light. – Jason
Jackowiak (2007, The Daily Copper)
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