Dark music from Portugal.
A strange and stripped down blend
between Black Metal, rock music, melancholy and rage.
Adaga’s first public recording, the
full-length Das Ruínas do Ser reimagines black metal in its most skeletal form:
stripped of distortion, free of effects, barebones by choice and not necessity.
Forlorn and forgotten, the path this
entity wanders upon is a desolate one suffused with a paradoxically beautiful
melancholy.
The undistorted strings ring with a
haunting clarity that penetrates the soul in a most penultimate manner; the
hackle-raising howls from the abyss reorient the listener that, despite
whatever surface (DARK) “beauty” there may be here, it’s all resonating from a
radiant pool of blackest metal.
As such, that path takes many turns
– some barely moving, others violently unrestrained, all plaintive and poignant
and undeniably human, even uncomfortably so – and Adaga guides the listener
across tense terrain that altogether fires the imagination by leaving nearly
everything up to it.
How frightening is NOT KNOWING? The
six-song/31-minute Das Ruínas do Ser offers some answers, but the work is left
entirely to the intrepid.