Articles by Russell Emerson Hall
They were jittery, raw, abrasive, awkward and difficult despite the sublime melodies and hooks buried under all the squall. Their influence reverberated throughout the underground rock landscape, informing a host of adventurous, noisy, arty not-quite-metal/not-quite-indie bands. Now, two decades after their last record, they appear to be picking up right where they left off.
Au Champ Des Morts may have not succeeded in pushing black metal into entirely uncharted territory, but they’ve produced a unique and truly majestic post-black metal record.
This is a mesmerizing record, at once familiar and strange — a worthy entry in the cannon of innovative guitar rock.