Review Summary: crucial punishment.
Let’s talk about Nero Di Marte, can we? Let me take seven minutes of your time please. I’ll try to make you laugh. I’ll try to make you cry; but most importantly I’ll try to get you to read, ‘cause I’m all about our future (not really though). Boys, and the “lady” in disguise behind foxxxy, we have ourselves the next big … thing. I was watching NASCAR earlier, for some reason, I think my remote was too far away, anyway, and I think the game – excuse me race – was over because they don’t do mid game – excuse me – race interviews do they? The focus of a lot of the coverage seemed to be on one man, surely he had accomplished something of importance but I wasn’t sure of his name. Then something astonishing happened. I started listing several other drivers in my head immediately negating their possibility of being this interviewee. I was flabbergasted. In a rough transition, this is how I initially felt about the very heavy metal band Nero Di Marte; I’ll try to tie this up later.
The feeling of, “have I heard this before?” certainly creeps near but in is essence pointless. Nero are something promising simply because of the wells they sprang from – Gorguts
and to a latter extent Mastodon
– early Mastodon (now let’s hope that’s all the crying you do). Suffice to say this is kind of heavy. What makes this debut so interesting is the bands ability harness their madness within a ridiculous groove that seeps in and almost never relinquishes its hold. Bass heavy riffs make up a majority of Nero DI Marte
, but what elevates them is their penchant for a near calming atmosphere, as bleak as it may feel, although it never
never feels forced, and that’s what’s most important.
It’s maddening, to be honest. I have about eleven hundred mood swings a day, and Nero’s first six minutes accompany this neurosis nicely. Speaking of, Cult of Luna
are all over this album in all the right way. Sludgy riffs that drench songs ‘til they barely move before evolving subtly into some post-black-metal-rock voyage – the title track – don’t worry it’s all confusing. Mostly though, this type of formula is what separates them from a band like Ulcerate (who want to be Guts so badly it hurts sometimes), Nero aren’t afraid to ease up on the pedal from time to time. Their need for distinct passages using melody (gasp!
) and space between instruments in not as much of a crutch as one might think it would, or should be within the company they reside with – dare I say it reinforces their punch while also making them feel original.
The very first song I heard by Nero Di Marte blew me away because of its immediacy. So did the next one. And the next. However, when I finally heard the album all in one sitting I was sort of numbed. Consumed separately each track is indeed incredible. Songs soar before diving deep and beating the hell out of a rhythm. But each song does this, albeit with their own identity or imprint, but adhering to the same guidelines. This isn’t as upsetting as one might think, the band is no one trick pony, these boy’s can play as heard on “Drawn Black”. I just hope in retrospect this is their worst. [i]Giggity[i].
Now, as good as this is, that speaks more to how good I hope Nero get. They’ve leached themselves onto legendary roots and have held their own, touring with said legends and captivating/creating new fans along the way; no doubt “Convergence’s” punishing intro being the eye opener, head turner, ear pealer, etc. You almost forget metal can sound like this, with all the shuggah in the world, there’s only like, four djent’s on this album – a feat in itself, and I think that’s saying something. Consider the NASCAR driver I spoke of earlier, and whom, by the end of writing this, I remembered was Dale Earnhardt Jr.