#nortt is a danish one-man metal project that describes his own music as "pure depressive black funeral doom metal". It's written right on the back cover of this cd in a large old English font. If you want me to buy your disc this is the kind of stuff you write on it. I discovered nortt on a split-ep with another one man black metal project called Xasthur (we'll get to them at another time). If nortt's self analysis of their own sound sounds apt it's because it fucking is. The songs are a slow as a glacier crushing your head, as black as deepest cranny of hell and as depressive as finding an empty Nutella container.
There is no good time to introduce this kind of music to someone. You can't pop it in while you're driving, you can't play it while waiting for a pizza delivery with your friends and you certainly can't play this stuff at work. The only setting for this music is solitary. You can suggest it to someone and hope they find the right time to appreciate it. I love nortt's discography while I'm drawing or painting and in headphones when I'm about to fall asleep. It's like the "green eggs and ham" of cds, dude's not going to like it here or there or anywhere until they are at their rope's end and give in to the experience.
This stuff is more dynamic than the description implies. It's just slow ass dynamics. The music gradually builds and then falls into solitary piano passages before being assaulted with razor like guitar tones and isolated drum hits. It's awesome miserable stuff once you find a pocket of time that it suits. Leave this cd in your art bag or your night stand and when the mood seems right for morose brooding give it an empowering hateful soundtrack. Turn those lemons into coagulated blood. \m/
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