Zdes' Nikogda Ne Shodyat Snega...
Look up the Russian city of Murmansk on a map. See how far North it is
located? How do you think a true black metal band from this city would sound
like? Yes, as harsh and cold as the permafrost that surrounds those lands.
There are two ways this obscure Russian band can be looked at. You can
either look at them as another faceless band trapped in a nostalgic rut,
attempting to recapture what black metal used to be back in a day. Or, you
can take this release for what it is: a fine slab of Norwegian-style
fundamentalism. Naturally, all the black metal "new wavers" will be
disgusted by it, while all the purists will welcome it with open arms.
Arrrggghhh!! Raw and raw and cold and raw. The music is RAW - you can even
say necro - with deliciously vile vocals. This is nothing but total Northern
grimness in its utmost orthodox form. It's like the band is stuck in a time
warp somewhere between "Pure Holocaust," "Transylvanian Hunger" and
"Pentagram." Of course, it's not as great as Darkthrone's best because very
few bands can match the latter's delicately minimalistic melodicism. Neither
does it quite reach the level of Immortal's warped, nearly ambient noise
layers. Instead, Old Wainds chose to just go straight for the kill,
assaulting you with uncompomising, blood freezing harshness and brutality.
And they certainly left an impression upon me. A brief intro is followed by
six raging, ice-cold tracks, plus the last, slower, more atmospheric song
which effectively closes this opus. I approve, and if you don't like it, you
know what they say: go listen to C.o.F. and D.B. or something.
© 2000 boris