Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Celeste - Morte(s) Nee(s) (2010)
Alrighty then. Here's Celeste's third album, Morte(s) Nee(s) -- seven tracks of midpaced, wall-of-sound blackened hardcore at its absolute pinnacle. And wouldn't you know it, they're from France. I just found out that their new album, Animale(s), comes out next month (pre-orders start on Friday.) Obviously, it will be fucking awesome, so if you haven't already heard Morte(s) Nee(s), get it now, as it's about to be used as a reference point all over the place; for instance, bitter older fans will say their new album is "still really good, but lacks the intensity of Morte(s) Nee(s)."
Also, it looks like leading overwrought review site Pitchfork Media is making moves to enhance their brand by pantomiming enthusiasm for Celeste's new material, which the writer obnoxiously refers to as "warfare against the idea of self." Hark! If you listen closely, you can hear that writer deeply inhaling the scent of his own butthole, and thousands of faithful Pitchfork readers arguing about whether Animale(s) or In Solitude's Sister is the best metal album of 2013.
In other news, fuck Pitchfork.
1. Ces belles de rêve aux verres embués
2. Les mains brisées comme leurs souvenirs
3. Il y a biens des porcs que ça ferait bander de t'étouffer
4. En troupeau des louves en trompe l'oeil des agneaux
6. Un miroir pur qui te rend misérable
7. De sorte que plus jamais un instant ne soit magique
I didn't get enough sleep