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Fields of the Nephilim – Love Under Will
L’estetica di un’epica elohim rifrange il disfacimento di eoni.
Elementi di magia quantica
Battiti di ciglia in un chiaroscuro stopmotion, sentendo l’incoerente divenire forte.
Ciao a Ennio Morricone
Una scena che non ha eguali, la colonna sonora di chi ora ci ha salutato, e ora tutto può assumere il manto del mito.
Harmonica men
Il suono oscuro di un’epoca risuona nell’aria, nella mente, nella conquista dell’abisso d’insondabile nero. Quella crudeltà inumana che disegna dignità fetide negli universi incarnati.
15. In Every Home A Heartache – Fields Of The Nephilim Live @ Astoria London 21 Nov 1987
Subdolamente scivola via su fiumi di nero e collosi di abissi inenarrabili.
The Nefilim – Love Under Will Live @ The Music Hall, Cologne – 15.12.93
Afferente alle sfere abissali, le energie scuotono le percezioni.
Fields of the Nephilim – Moonchild
Talmente classico da non vederlo mai. Un grimorio dell’occulto massimo.
Fields Of The Nephilim St Goarshausen Loreley Amphitheater Freilichtbühne 1990 06 23
Dalle nebbie degli abissi, i suoni degli sciamani che indagano l’occulto…
Sumerland: Press: Melody Maker, November 1989
Su SumerLand un gustoso post – datato quasi trent’anni, ma l’ho scoperto solo ora – in cui si fa una sorta di fantastoria, ma non troppo, della fine dei primi FieldsNephilim. Il sito è interessante, ha una serie di link molto intriganti e dei post molto interessanti, vi lascio però a un estratto dal post in questione:
Oh, woe an’ misery an’ suchlike is me! This ‘as been the blackest week in my life. Carl, our lordly liege, our livin’ Leviathan an’ High Priest of the Darkest glades of Elizium ‘as decided to leave the Nephilim! We are as sheep wivvaht a shepherd, lost souls disportin’ in the void an’ stumped as to wot we’re gonna do next! I blame the uvvers, Pete, Paul an’ Tony, the rotten bastards. They’re always bin causin’ grief between me an’ Carl – like the uvva day when they grabbed me in my bedroom, shoved luminous skull cap over me bonce an’ hung me dahn the side of the hahse by a noose ahtside His study, wiv’ me screamin’ an’ bangin’ against it! Poor Carl fought I was one of the legendary Three Deadly Elves of Lucifer, come to steal His soul. An’ when the uvvers came in an’ told Him it was one of my pranks, He had a strangely wistful look in His gimlet-like eye as He ordered me to do 10 pressups.
An’ then today, the uvvers broke it to me. “Bad news, Nod,” said Pete. “Carl, our leader and guiding light has decided to leave the group.” “But – but why?” I whimpered, aghast. “He is an astral traveller, with new dimensions of inner and outer space to explore,” said Paul. “He tires of mortals and their foibles. He has ascended above this mortal coil.” “I – I don’t believe it!” I stuttered, tearfully. “It is true. Observe the portents. See how the ravens have left the Tower of London and nestle yonder! ” said Tony, pointin’ to a load of birds in the garden. They looked like crows to me, I must admit but I ain’t an expert on orthinolog – orithnol – ornothinol – on birds like wot Tony is. “See how the earth itself shakes with trepidation!” said Pete, an’ it’s true, the table did seem to rattle, an’ I’m sure it wasn’t Pete, Paul an’ Tony shakin’ the table legs surreptitiously but dark forces wot we don’t comprehend. That settled it for me. “Carl’s last message is that He wishes you to Iead the group, to climb down from your drumkit and take up his burden. We are unworthy – you must show us the way. He bid that we become a techno-baggy group like EMF and that we change our name to NWE – the Nod Wright Experience,” announced Paul. Well, I was gobsmacked! I ain’t much of a singa, ‘cept in the barf, but if this is wot Carl wanted!
“We have your Nike trainers and shell-suit ready, Nod,” said Pete. Shall we go next door into the home studio and lay down some rough demos? We’ve borrowed a sampler too.”
