ARCTURUS „The Sham Mirrors”

Third I generate of Arcturus, The sham mirrors, arrives with the load that another almost twin group, Ulver, has put in its shoulders. What undeniably it puts in risk the identity of Arcturus, that would consider it like the most gothic part and metal fist of the Ulver-Arcturus pair, that is the bands in which the creative and amazing performance, they make a work monumental of each album. Krisstofer Garm, also known like Trickster G., or Garm, is the person in charge. But in Arcturus the dark part weight more. Sverd Johnsen, in charge of the keyboards, and mainly Hellhammer reports of a dark and heavy trip, that in essence is a passage through the black blood of anything. That is the work of Arcturus, all the imaginable one when happening through its filter seems playful dark, with I leave of melancholy. Like the damn poets, or the extraordinary poem of Dylan Thomas, Vision and Prayer.

The Norwegians, after the experimentation with an album of remixes Disguised Masters, in which other artists contaminate and use the songs of the second album of Arcturus: La Masquerade infernale. They have returned with the mask, the game, the masks closely are bound to the game that Trickster G. proposes, and company. In The sham mirrors, is clear that we did not find a the job most creative of the Nordic musicians. He is not as innovating as its previous works; but from such elements: circus keyboards, exasperates songs, a brilliant work of voice, poetic dyes in the letters; mainly a bow with the Literature of Sade, Baudelaire, the fascination by the sadness and melancholy in the man. This it is the monster known by all we like Arcturus, but, in this occasion to us they continue surprising. Pride, the terrible aristocratic taste and the enchantment of not pleasing, are the grudges in the chameleonic music of the last album of the arcturics. With the collaboration of diverse musicians who orchestrate and give one better atmosphere to the metal which they could erase of simple.

The voice of Ihsahn, the leader of the blackers of Emperor, the addition of an Oboe, causes that any night it does not seem the sufficient thing to die, to be a ghost in search of punition by the sentence, nor able to offer a minimum heat and to dare to us to use the human mask, to fucking under a nonexistent sky, and to vanish like sand, to way of a demon who speaks of the divine thing and the human, while you yaw an eye when falling in the abyss desolated to be between the legs of the whores at night, the only and absolute night: the sentence to the solitude. That is the spine of Arcturus, the fascination divine, and demonically pure in sensitive. The best songs than you can check to only clear the arrogant genius of the Nordics I consider are: Collapse Generation (never you know that it is going to happen), Cut Radical (if you waited for something blackers and thick), and the best song of the For disc to end yet again, something that is almost like a hymn of our times, almost as monumental as the smeared wind lions, furrowing the ocean of the nectar and clearing the marks of “nefandus”, Bin Laden seems real, the Dr the Faust seduces Daisy. God has bet with Satan, and the demon takes a walk frees between us, amusing themselves and trying to show something of which was. The nature of the beast is the metamorphosis. We see a demon? We elevated our cult towards something divine? Arcturus plays with us. In his eyes until a mirror it lies.

An excellent disc. The sham mirrors: it arrived to introduce to us in a ecstasies at night, and to make of gothic a mere cliché to be able to express the genius of musicians given to his hedonism. This album never will be like being with one horny girl of rotted rumps, so it penetrates his world in insolvency.

“…Police, Police, Police/Please stop the Euro/from to binar Bin Laden/Io paramount Pan/To Paradox Pan…”