The good thing about French weirdos Peste Noire is that you never know what to expect from them. This is because they are certifiably insane. The bad thing about Peste Noire is their new album, ‘L’Ordure à l’état Pur’, which stole away an hour of my life that I’ll never be able to recover. To be frank, this is rubbish.
Most of Peste Noire’s previous releases are reasonably good; some of them are superb – including their previous (2009) full-length, ‘Ballade Cuntre Lo Anemi Francor’. So I was quite taken aback by how pathetic their new offering is. The band has migrated onto what I assume to be their own label and this has given them the freedom of Gay Paris to do whatever they want. Unfortunately, it appears that they want to be arseholes.
The music on here is so unapologetically French that it makes my blood boil. It’s like some sort of elaborate joke. Personally, I don’t think Black Metal is a medium that should be used to channel either jokes or light-hearted, pomposity such as the drivel to be heard hereon. If you can imagine Finntroll without the trolls, but instead with croissants and frogs legs and traditional French costumes and cheese – so much fucking cheese – then you have an idea of the sort of atrocities being committed in the name of nationalistic Black Metal on this heinous release.
To call this Black Metal is a step too far; ‘L’Ordure à l’état Pur’ is so ludicrous it doesn’t deserve a pigeonhole of any kind. I would advise you not to even consider buying this unless you are a) French b) writing a thesis on crap music or c) retarded.