Nuit Noire - Infantile Espieglery
Artist: Nuit Noire
Title: Infantile Espieglery
Country: France
Catalogue number: TTR 012
Released: 7 December 2006
Format: CD
Running time: 36:32
1. creatures of the night
2. are you ready for the night?
3. turn on your light
4. alone?
5. scrapheap!
6. join me in the night
7. enfant spectre (mp3)
8. les êtres de lumière
9. dans le noir
10. rêve de nuit
11. fairies fuck humans (mp3)
12. never be like you
13. osmose
14. immature attitude
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Description
Lineup:
Tenebras - magical strings, spectral voices, natural drums
Émilie - chimerical voices
Reviews
Next to affordable, quality vinyl, my second-favorite (musical) thing is Nuit Noire. The last time you read about this none-more-singular, kinda-still-BM band, mainman Tenebras had made a (now-)polarizing vocal change and has just released Lunar Deflagration, the band’s long-awaited debut album after the original, equally long-awaited debut album was scrapped due to that then-proposed vocal change (and drumming brother Akhron left, as a result). In the interim, NN’s kept busy with a couple EPs that extended ‘n’ extrapolated that slightly tweaked, abstracted-BM sound and acclimated (or maybe not?) naysayers to Tenebras swooning ‘n’ sighing new(er) vox.
Alas, the Nuit Noire mainman spreads his wings wider here on LP#2, Infantile Espieglery [Todestrieb]. While he does keep NN’s characteristic, (post) BM foundation intact through that none-more-singular balance between spectral shred and hollow-bodied hum - the former bursting the heartstrings, the latter sewing ‘em back up - Tenebras, with all wildness ‘n’ whimsy, ventures further down a path he’s deemed “faerical blasting punk.” And somehow, that seem appropriate.
Wild as ever and even more whimsical and, for the most part, more (wild-ass) punk than (equally wild) BM, He Of The Pouting Voice perpetually races to the finish line with each of these 14 compositions, drums ambling, shambling and rambling and just fucking urgent, wonderfully instinctual and unrestrained, his six strings of sorcery in kind swooshing and swooning, laying it on thick with ghostly chords and peeling back with Those Melodies that seemingly get richer, creamier and dreamier with time despite the comparative delicacy. Not the most standard descriptions for a (still-kinda) BM record, but Nuit Noire is far from yer standard (still-kinda) BM band.
- Metal Manics, Feb. 2007.
Review of the single track “Turn on your Light” at Paper thin Walls 8.5/10
From the beginning—1997, to be precise, not exactly a watershed year for black metal—France’s Nuit Noire have made a comfy, if not overlooked, living on the genre’s periphery. I mean, what else do you expect when your wild-ass scamper ’n’ skree sounds a lot closer to the pouty, androgynous suss of latter-day Antioch Arrow than, say, archetypal Darkthrone? And that’s not to mention a lyrical conceit concerning a world full of fairies. Bless.
Not surprisingly, mainman Tenebras is now calling Nuit Noire “the only fäerical blasting punk band in the world.” And he’s not joking. While this particular track doesn’t mention fairies, explicitly or otherwise—the other half of new album Infantile Espieglery does, go figure—“Turn On Your Light” belongs to the half where the night is (titularly) evoked and (sonically) provoked through sissy, sassy shred and womb-warm washes of hollow-bodied hum… well, Nuit Noire’s version of “night,” anyway. But it’s an alluring, wholly exotic place, here all sensual swoosh and pulsing push and shaking hips and pouting lips and dual-gendered exhortations to “turn on your light” (you know what it means) and excised of all those black-metalled rudiments—the screeching, the treble, the Satanism—that usually alienate newcomers to the form. It’s raw and more than a bit alien, but so was Antioch’s In Love With Jetts. Bless. - NATHAN T. BIRK
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