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Black Cilice - A Corpse, a Temple

Grim. - 95%

Zerstorer1611, July 5th, 2014

Black metal has changed much since it first started to gain strength, back in the late eighties and early nineties, black metal diversified and soon many bands surfaced with a much cleaner and accessible sound, or a faster one similar to Marduk and Dark Funeral, others opted to follow a more melodic approach and the rest merely copied and rehashed Darkthrone's style. However, as black metal slowly evolved into a bastardization and mockery of what it once was, in the far reaches of Portugal, one of the most overlooked nations of europe when it comes to metal, a new "scene" started to slowly develop, a scene that has the distinction of being quite likely, the "sequel" of the long-dead Black Legions, it is the Portuguese Black Circle...

A Corpse, A Temple honours the traditions and the sound of old-school raw black metal, it is primitive, cold, ferocious, hateful, dark and evil. Black Cilice surely knows how to channel a deep hatred and grimness into their music behind a wall of noise. The riffs are quite simple, yet they immediately succeed at placing you in a vast, frozen desert of despair and hatred, with the drums constantly punishing you with a barrage of blast beats. With every passing second, your mind is tormented with the ear-piercing howls and shrieks of a demented madman, reaching for your very soul and gripping it, squeezing the life out of you with frozen fingers.

However and despite it's simplicity, A Corpse, A Temple isn't boring or excessively repetitive, a mistake often made by many modern "raw black metal" bands; there's a few riff changes throughout the duration of the album, just enough to keep the music fresh (if such a word can be applied to this music) and your ear hooked without sounding overdone; there are also slower passages which offer you a small break from this constant punishment. The noise that permeates this album is very odd; while it is immediately distinctive and extremely abrasive to the point it may scare away a lot of so called "black metal fans" it doesn't shadows or makes the riffs unidentifiable as is the case of Ultor for example. One can easily keep track of the riffs and it's changes, as well as the varied drum patterns.

Vocally speaking there's no variation AT ALL, most of the album features high-pitched howls and shrieks, it seems like vocals didn't matter much to the band, as the vocals here sound more as if their true purpose was simply to sink you even further into a growing and seemingly endless despair and sorrow. Despite the lack of variation, the brilliance and atmosphere this album carries is enough to make this a non-issue, and in my opinion, the vocals fit the music excellently.

Black Cilice makes it clear from the very first track that it doesn't cares about trends in black metal; Its sheer and utter simplicity is part of it's magic, some may be scared away by this album, others may take time to appreciate it but once you finally realize the magic of A Corpse, A Temple, you WILL be hooked. The atmosphere that Black Cilice manages to invoke is the same atmosphere that LLN bands created so long ago, one filled with despair, death and darkness, an utterly savage assault of bare-bones black metal that seeks to pierce your heart and suck the life out of you...

If you seek raw and hateful black metal in the vein of Les Legions Noires and Ildjarn, listen to this and Mons Veneris or even better yet, listen to ALL the Black Circle bands, the true inheritors of the Black Legions legacy. As a final point: You MUST listen to this preferably during the night, alone, where it's cold fingers will reach for your heart to squeeze the life out of you.