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The Netherlands have been on the spotlight of Underground Black
Metal devotees for the last few years with the emergence of a strong
productive myriad of artists and labels, compelling and individualistic
in its task of delivering the unsettling sound and vision in tune with
Black Metal’s treacherous essence.
With its debut record, Turia transposed the rawest, most
subterranean approach of some of its territorial contemporaries,
bestowing a monolith of hopelessness and anguish with its debut record,
an ornament of minimalism and expression flooded with sepulchral Black
Metal howls and pace, interlaced with dense slower elements that offered
a mournful effect of gloom.
Dede Kondre is the title of the trio’s second endeavor, a
conceptual venture that delves into the missionary chronicles of the
Maroon (escaped slave) communities, inhabitants of Suriname, a former
colony of the Netherlands. Land of the dead in sranan tongo, the main
language of Suriname, Dede Kondre was the moniker used by the natives to
describe the jungle interior, surroundings from which the clergies
recounted pagan, unhallowed and demonic forces. Intense and magnanimous
as the concept that spurs it, Dede Kondre is sonically supreme, an
entanglement of atmosphere and tension, encompassed by a vigorous,
immense sound that encapsulates the trio's intense approach without ever
compromise the shaded aura of melancholy and disbelief that Dor
thoroughly displayed. The apotheosis of opening song and album title
proposes the mood for what surrounds us during the album’s 41 minutes:
firm, freezing cold riffs that build a wall of audial allurement and
murkiness in between fast and mid-paced rhythms, treading the way for
singer T.’s utterly grief-stricken vocals, an exercise of outright
intensity and agonizing affection. Distinctive details such as the
reedpipe and shades of keyboard engravings appear as exquisite addendum
to the overall aura, professing the idiosyncratic character harvested by
Turia in full effect.
Dede Kondre is as addictive as it is distressing, the flaming
taste of a record that, more than a blend of music, it is a revelation
of sense and spirit.. (text by Mário Souto)
CD version released in a 4 panel digipack, limited to 500.