Fleurety - Min Tid Skal Komme

It's more than a little ironic that a genre as obsessed with orthodoxy as black metal would spawn a rebellious, bastard step-child as intent on breaking every single scene convention as it's progenitor was obsessed with conformity. Fleurety is a shining example of everything that is good about post-black/avant-garde metal. While retaining many of the signature elements of black metal, such as the rasped vocals, blast-beats, and tremolo, feedback-laden guitar, Fleurety turns the melodic standards of black metal on their head. Min Tid Skal Komme features key signatures and chord progressions which sound like they were devised by a species of giant, semi-sentient naked mole rats. These songs would be appropriate hymns to H.P. Lovecraft's blind, idiot flutist Azathoth: while hauntingly beautiful, the reek strongly of insanity. Soft, tender guitar passages meld into wild, desperate torrents of feedback and screams, only to be joined by delicate female vocals. The intoxicating excitement of Fleurety's mania is just as engaging as the poignancy of their depression, with an edge of delirium constantly bubbling beneath the surface. Watch out for the EP appended to the main album in the re-release. It contains vocals shrill enough permanently damage both your ears and the vocalist's throat.