NOTTURNO - ITALY

NOTTURNO - OUR - HYPNOTIC DIRGE  
Resistance is futile it seems. All metal will devolve and eventually be replaced by weak sub-pop drivel ridden with inane softness and wimpy instrumentation such that it would put even the average music box enthusiast to sleep. Such is the music of ”'poetic black metal” act Notturno. The songs eventually get to a scream or wail, or whatever it is called, 20 minutes into a girl moaning to us about her feelings or something (sample lyrics: "I can't trust you anymore"), but, you tell me, if a minute of screaming amidst a kilo of acoustic strumming, melodious lullabies, clarinet, piano, keyboards, and who cares what else, is what passes as “atmospheric and depressive black metal” nowadays. With that said, the press sheet comes with the standard issue brown-nosing support, not from neophytes to be sure, but from the usual fifth column wimps and posers of the so-called metal industry, press and veterans alike. The people who consider themselves metal fans and praise this, and those who actually believe for a moment that this crap is remotely metal, constitute a museum of retards, idiots, traitors or deaf people. You could call them nutturnos.
It is indeed depressive, that much is true, but perhaps they call it black metal because bands like this portend a black day for metal? - Ali “The Metallian”