miércoles, 11 de septiembre de 2019


Origen: Madrid, España
Formados: 1998-2001, 2017
Estilo: Black, death
Temática: Filosofía, misantropía y nihilismo
Enlaces: BandcampfacebookInania RegnaInstagram y youtube

  • Cr9n3 Bajo
  • GoG Batería
  • Raskolnikov Guitarra y voces
  • Svarthamar Guitarra

  • Tempus Quo Memoria Moriatur EP 2017  
  • Queen of Horror Single 2018  
  • Malevola CD 2019
Pues ya tenemos el primer álbum oficial de esta interesante banda española, después de un montón de años en activo de una u otra manera y superando también algún que otro cambio de formación, por fin a visto la luz los nueve tema que tienen cabida en este "Malevola". Una banda que se rige por los principios en cuanto a sonido del black / death metal pero que sin embargo también es capaz de sorprender con algunos elementos más dispares. Desde el arranque del álbum con "Suddenly Bloodstained" dan buena muestra a lo largo de sus casi siete minutos de lo profesional de la propuesta, arremetiendo con un fuerza en cuanto a densidad de sonido, voces violentas, agresivas y duras que mantienen el pulso a lo largo de todo el álbum, muchas veces trabajando también la inclusión de unas segundas voces que dan sustento de una forma más cruda. El apartado musical se costrye a partir de un muro de sonido contundente, que sin embargo deja asomar elementos de estilos como el thrash o el metal más clásico, de la mano de una trabajo bastante portentoso en guitarras que recrean y ofrecen excelentes riffs que ciertos momentos aportan algún que otro elemento digamos que melódico en segundo plano. La riqueza y variabilidad de la propuesta está más que lograda y fuera de toda duda, en temas como "A Pale Hand" una intro de voces limpias da paso a una tormenta de sonido, que no sólo destaca por lo variado en su  forma, sino que en su contenido trasciende también un gusto por la inclusión de elementos que pueden llegar a recordar a estilos como el doom. Sin lugar a dudas el sonido que Inania Regna a conseguido ofrecer en este "Malevola" es más que destacable, profesional y lleno de matices para el oyente que busque un soplo de aire fresco. (8,5).

1. Suddenly Bloodstained 06:51

I wake at dawn, suddenly bloodstained
I can´t remember what has happened in this room
Bloodstained, what have I done, for God´s sake?
An abduction of adrenaline
I hear a voice, malicious whispers
She is always taking care about me in my head
Bloodstained, I didn´t want to do it!
My heart is now all full of rage
If you´re afraid... run, run!
Mother told me "Bad girls are they all in Hell..."
If you can´t run... pray, pray!
If you can pray, why don´t you talk to him about me?
If you don´t pray... stay, stay!
Ancestral horror, my honour was raped
I can´t deny, the damnation is mine, fire...
Stay away, don´t touch that flame, girl!
Forgive me for... Don´t hold your expectations!
Nobody knows what I have seen inside me...
"Dissociative Identity Disorder involves the existence of two or more personalities in a person, each with its own way of perceiving and acting."
Inner illness, a mind in decay, a silent weapon, a shout out of frame
Somebody is breathing so close to me, suddenly bloodstained, wires turning off...
"Paranoid Schizophrenia: egocentrism and isolation, an expression of loss of contact with reality, delusional ideas and disturbances of perception."
Constellations of evil arrive, a fear begotten, ignorance enthroned

Years of delusions, let´s children play, suddenly bloodstained, wires turning on... 

2. Queen of Horror 06:17
This is my reign, where darkness shines in pain around Here is my pain, oblivion... Shattered by the wind and the ghouls in her brain, afraid of her nightmares Can you feel this grey, cold breath? An inception of pure and evil mad thoughts inside... and the void Black and evil red clouds are carrying on her back ebony skies A bloodbath in the bed, a crazy joke from the spirits of her past A gloomy night, a black and evil howling sin Conspicuous and ancestral mantras deconstructing the fear Unknown strange outsiders speaking to the snakes A psychopathic boredom, your wisdom doesn´t work Screaming broken trees, the darkest night in the middle of the day A crying star is howling for the end of times And when the light blinds our eyes, Queen Of Horror You will ask, you will run defeated, Queen Of Horror Come join the Zyklon Circus, Queen Of Horror Won´t you pray in your last embrace? Queen Of Horror Internal superstitions, Divine Grace, Trumpeter Allow the beast to feed me, the shine is shining now  
3. A Pale Hand 06:32
In the roots of the mind, putrefaction and dementia are strongly masked. Humanity is the sickness that is reborn as a phoenix from corruption and malevolence. Misanthropy is the cure. A pale hand, cherry trees and a grey sky Those left behind, a monument to the end of it all Cold inside, a broken mirror burning This loneliness will show me the direction Darkness in freedom, questions fly behind me Oddest intentions, blackened speech for white nights Haze and clouds, narrow paths for my self destruction An architect fixing parts of a life in disgrace Undead dawn, a ritualistic mission This loneliness will show me the direction Nothing else but an old man´s pale hand, nothing else but a dead pale hand Crows on crowns, despair is backing home Nocturnal feast, (something) insane at the back of my mind Light outside, a needle in a haystack This loneliness will show me the direction Ice blows...  
4. Life Oscillates Between Pain and Boredom 04:27
   To love is essentially to suffer
And if to live is to love all life is by essence all suffering
The higher is the soul the more it suffers, life of a man is only struggle for existence
Life is a hunt in pain
You´re only a actor running through this cold and grey scene
How long is the night of unlimited time when compared to the dream of life
Life is a hunt, hunter or hunted
Existence is nothing more than an episode from nothing
Love with no reason, always in suffering, fighting forever, and then you are dying
And so on for centuries until our world is shattered
So on for centuries until our planet is shattered
Wake up from the dream of life, the world is my own portrayal
Life is an episode disturbing the peace of our void
Life has no answers because it really has no questions
We need to explain ourselves the meaning of this nightmare
Fighting your idols, embracing shadows
Loneliness is the fate of all excellent spirits
Pathway to annihilation, life oscillates between pain and boredom
The mourning for a dream, the veil of Maya
What the rain is for fire is the pity for the anger
We wander in chaos, the labyrinth of life
Moments of clarity light our way like a lightning
To want to live forever, the most stupid error, perpetuating a mistake for immortality
We wander in chaos, we are living an illusion
Real Hell is nothing but this damned Earth for millions
5. Deepression 05:48
  A curtain is swayed by the breeze and the sunset announces the countdown
Over time is inexorable, latent decrepitude comes out with each breath
Death will gather us all, lead us to the place where we once escaped
This is the moment for you to regret
Naivete made us believe that we were capable, that exhaustion would never reach us
Only faith and will, the only weapons, now I know that I need more than this
I'm falling into a spiral of depression and substances abuse
The end is near, for better or worse, no need to remorse
These days slip between my hands, I´m in the struggle
There are no words to express the pain, I am the lion
My human death in prime time, a courtesy; my last goodbye is coming, let´s go to see
I will destroy the whole of my conversations, I am empty, death comes tonight
All that you can see are not inventions, now I see nothing but fear
6. The End's Inception 05:23
 Nobody escapes from obligatory debts
You play, you pay
Evolutionary mistakes
One shot, one kill
Human being was a disease and now is a plague
It´s time to kill your idols
No one will survive this plan
Evil eye, witches curse, scorched earth, the end´s inception
Distrusting our redemptory speech, no more words
Your light is now a shadow
Embracing faith in vain
There won´t be forgiveness
Now the time has come
Gear of life and death
It´s law of inertia
Self-awareness as a torture, a cursed toy
The hollow of existence will be filled with silence
7. The Hands Resist Him 09:39
He´s just a five years old kid playing with that old fire
Next to him stand a doll holding an odd battery
Ghostly hands are waiting for the boy to cross the crystal door
Different mirrors for the child to watch himself in different lives
An inert guide with dull eyes will escort him where the path is scary
Just a child´s invention could create the pit of every horrors
Come in... threshold! Come in, don´t be afraid!
There´s a moon behind the veil feeding the owls every night
Cold, darkest canvas... The Hands Resist Him
There is a sad and rigid look dreaming of being unchained
Cold, darkest canvas... The Hands Resist Him

Vinyl version of the new excellent THAW album !!!
12" black 140gr. vinyl,gatefold jacket.
THAW returns with new masterpiece – “Earth Ground”,
8 new songs of avantgarde black metal mixed with sonic experiments
and classic sludge/doom metal form.


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