NEON SCAFFOLD (PL/RU) - Noir
Digital download
https://pestproductions.bandcamp.com/album/noir
The Citadel of Endless Rest breathes through two apertures and the light they leak -- Essence of the Game, or how to consume you at a distance. Radio-Active Parallax numbs the nerves into a metallic reciprocality; nostrils and lips mapped where razor blades learn balance—Near-Wake Experience, Mutterfoaming Godly. Albino Moon, Tonight’s Medication, stripping the sky of its virgin hush, feeding either a clean nutrient or a corkscrew nausea into the Body-Samochod Meteor of your hammering heart: a bestial tenderness stroked against the grain. Eclipsing light retches from above into your throat, the city’s noose tightening in a frozen stare, bloody wheeze, a Luna-by for the downtrodden; your warmth beads, a proof of life misfired. Neon Nightmare, Detrimental Cure: fry the brain until it hums and let the humming teach you. How to dream. How to play with those blood-soaked eyes veiled by Night—to turn yourself inside out and inventory the learning: Congealed Noir, Screwed Omnipotence, Ambition ground into Grimes.
Initiated as a bastardized coalition of Slavic Urban Decadence, Neon Scaffold inject their seven-year worth of Soiled Avant-garde into NOIR, their highly anticipated debut full-length. Featuring core members from Cage of Creation, Затемно, and Licho, Neon Scaffold’s musical world has always been defined by a clash of delirious ideas: jazz-infused walking bass, total gone-bats saxophone, jestering chord progressions—a weird spiral into a hope-drained dissonance that marks the clamour of this Joke-of-a-World. Highly thematic, NOIR’s seven songs are meticulously threaded with such sardonic dread, exposing (or in high praise) all the vices that keep fueling the Rusty Engines we call Society. A prime example of Virus/Ved Buens Ende-inspired Blackened Avant-garde Metal—or a disastrous divergence? We will leave the right to judge to you, and your wasted sanity.