Via Negativa

by Black Shine Fever

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    A message from Maxx Maryan:

    "dear friends from the globe, I have always liked to reflect on the idea that the music we create is something that exists fragmented in the ether, and that therefore already exists and that envelops us, before we encode it, through a creative process, in OUR music, our art. In this
    case, music is physical, it has a body, it has a weight that pushes and impacts our senses. If so, it will probably be mortal like us, butevidently, surviving to us our own art has a much longer life! This consideration of time passing and which it does with due differences, has been, for a period, a cause for my concern.
    Those who know me well know that music my signature so far published is only a tiny amount of how much I actually wrote and, in many many cases, recorded it. I often see myself as a sephirotic vase through which music flows, thus flowing elsewhere. I can no longer keep anything, my friends, in "this area" the music "inside" is too much and it's time for me to let it go before it overtakes me. In particular, this Black Shine Fever album represents a perfect paradigm. A three-
    year gestation, preceded by a lifetime's psychic metamorphosis and followed by two years of limbo / Hades, broken promises, appearances and shadows, as fragile as concrete in one's inner silence ... But all this, why? As an artist, but above all in my specific role as an artist, which I just cannot separate from myself as a living being, I have always liked to spectacularize deep aspects of me, things that I can hardly speak openly to someone, especially without doing a little of confusion ... What, at first glance, might seem something halfway between a narcissistic game and kind of a somnambulistic self-analysis, reveals itself, once consumed, a truthful reading of a part of our lives. If art and music know how to give us this, then it is true that they are part of us as we are of them. Thus a
    testimony becomes a work of art, however in which nothing is fixed, essential or sacred; I myself did not want to offer an answer to the sore dualisms that I praised in "Via Negativa". I like to think that each of you can find inside a piece of your own life, indeed I would like you to write me en masse to share your experience with me in the presence of this creature of mine, Black Shine Fever. Make it yours, girls and boys, it's for you. It is time for it to be truly yours. It has been my personal intoxication for the past five years. As if it were a toxic Eucharist, take it from me. Wine for the intoxicated, bread for the greedy, however it is ... enjoy it.
    Yours, Maxx M. "

    \\ (ITA) \\
    Un messaggio da Maxx Maryan: "cari amici e amiche dal globo, mi è sempre piaciuto riflettere sull'idea che la musica che creiamo sia qualcosa che esista frammentata nell'etere, e che quindi già esista e che ci avvolga, prima che noi la codifichiamo tramite un processo creativo nella NOSTRA musica, la nostra arte. In questo caso, la musica è fisica, ha un corpo, un suo peso che spinge e urta sui nostri sensi. Se così, sarà probabilmente mortale come noi, ma evidentemente, sopravvivendo a noi la nostra stessa arte, gode di vita assai più lunga! Questa considerazione del tempo che passa e che lo fa con le dovute differenze, è stata, per un periodo, causa di mio turbamento. Chi mi conosce bene sa che la musica a mia firma finora pubblicata è solo una minuscola quantità di quanta effettivamente io ne abbia scritta e, in molti casi, registrata. Spesso mi vedo come un vaso sephirotico attraverso cui la musica fluisce, sfociando quindi altrove. Non posso più trattenere nulla, amici miei, da queste parti la musica "dentro" è troppa ed è ora che io la lasci andare, prima che mi sopravvada. In particolare, questo album dei Black Shine Fever ne rappresenta un perfetto paradigma. Una gestazione di tre anni, preceduta da metamorfosi psichiche di una vita e succeduta da due anni di limbo/ Ade, promesse rotte, comparse e ombre, tanto fragili quanto concrete nel proprio silenzio interiore... Ma tutto ciò,
    perchè? Come artista, ma soprattutto nelle mie specifiche vesti di artista, che proprio non riesco a scindere da me come essere vivente, mi è sempre piaciuto spettacolarizzare aspetti profondi di me, cose di cui difficilmente riesco a parlare apertamente a qualcuno, soprattuto senza fare un pò di confusione... Ciò che, sulle prime battute, potrebbe sembrare qualcosa a metà tra un giochetto narcisistico e un'autoanalisi sonnambolica, si rivela, una volta consumato, una lettura veritiera di una parte delle nostre vite. Se l'arte, la musica, sanno donarci ciò, allora è vero che esse fanno parte di noi come noi di esse. Così una testimonianza diventa un'opera d'arte, però in cui niente è fisso, imprescindibile o sacro; io stesso non ho voluto offrire risposta ai mal di dualismo che ho decantato in "Via Negativa". Mi piace pensare che ognuno di voi possa trovarci dentro un pezzetto delle proprie vite, anzi mi piacerebbe che mi scriveste in massa per condividere con me la vostra esperienza al cospetto di questa mia creatura, Black Shine Fever. Fatelo vostro, ragazze e ragazzi, è per voi. E' tempo che sia davvero vostro. Esso è stato il mio personale intossicante negli ultimi cinque anni. Come se fosse un'eucaristia tossica, prendetelo da me. Vino per gli ebbri, pane per i golosi, comunque sia... godetene.
    Vostro, Maxx M."

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1.
Diakrisis 00:30
Non basta forse che ci condanni alla morte eterna a cagione del peccato dei nostri padri, e che ci faccia subire la severità della tua legge? Bisogna ancor che accresca il nostro tormento con l'Evangelo, e che anche in quello tu ci faccia annunziare la tua giustizia e la tua collera?
2.
DE PROFUNDIS CLAMAVI De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine. Domine, exaudi vocem meam. Fiant aures tuae intendentes, in vocem deprecationis maeae. DISINCARNATE Lo-fi summae vitae mysterium, mia beneamata nemesi, mates I never needed, this journey is mine, but my enemy I always loved. How strange that you built this door for me to escape... I accuse my fellow men, empty shells possessed. I know where I come from and this world is the wood for my combustion. I stand here before the cross, no tears left to cry, Longinus is a shred of my body that fell halfway ready to disincarnate. Lo-fi summae vitae mysterium, mia beneamata nemesi. Blurred among multitudes of agonies, Atlas needs a glitch. I soar to see the lamb bleed. How strange that you built this door for me to escape... Hanging from a ghostly thread, unknown to guilt I rebound this earth. On the stairway to and fro with such heavy legs and arms, into unsafe horizon flesh turns to clots of light ready to disincarnate. Make it so that my feelings can rise to thee, purified by the flames 'cause of the torment that I made mine, challenging these my mortal remains. Make it so that I can escape from the saturnine rounds of severity and that I can reside in the heart of your light and in the depths of thy fire that such knew how to stir up my conscience. Amnesia no more.
3.
From the repetitive dirge of white noise I call your name, As the spasms of time mourn that sweet music you couldn't dance to. You're like a headless meanade posing and I strecht out my hand to your voice as I heard it multiplied in the labyrinths of screaming mania. "No flowers for her" says your epitaph. Love bleeds,love hurts,love is killing death. The gardens of the dead fall into the waters of eternal life. On the edge of a savage precipice I lend my image to the deserter idol. "No flowers for her" says your epitaph. Love bleeds,love hurts,love is killing death. Wide open eyes over your calvary dig the pit of the burning hearts. I'll heal your shame and you'll forgive yourself.
4.
You've sacrificed my flesh, you let the beast scent my blood 'cause you were searching for your firstborn in brotherhood and separation. Why have you God forsaken me? What's the price of your glory? Am I the body of your light? Deep into the abyss of your mistake here I witness who came before you. Why have you God forsaken me? In blood and tears I realize, pierced through the nails of deicide, I return the destiny of the might, Barbelos talks to me through blackened skies.
5.
Metanoia 02:47
Black is the shine out of the dark, I need to trace your fire, I need to burn my steps. Show me the sign, raise from the dead, Anima Mundi calls me to leave it all behind. Metanoia. I need to lock this infernal flux, sharpening the blade of your burning wheel. Cut off the shells of pain, cut off the parasites. Expurgavit - Emendavit. Cross euthanasia, discharge me from the pain. Calvarium consolamenti sanguinat. Byzantine cyanide, suicidal paradise: the parade of tears where my Ego dies. Metanoia. I need to lock this infernal flux, sharpening the blade of your burning wheel. Cut off the shells of pain, cut off the parasites. Expurgavit - Emendavit. No pact before criminal amnesia.
6.
Ancient twin, you sit at my left, waiting for our joining day, you always lead me to follow your footsteps though I mislead you into greeting fate. No, I've been holding the wheel of time, you know this is our pact, all of our tries to meet before the grind-up made you out of me to live forever. Don't let me go to the realm of those who are just roaming in vain, 'cause I must flee the vulture's mouth. Crow and voyant, your flesh is your breathing, a double-edged knofe that cuts off so sweet, you know, you won't attack me from behind, I'll find you when I'll read your sign. I've been holding the wheel of time. Don't let me go to the realm of those who are just roaming in vain, 'cause I must flee the vulture's mouth, 'cause I won't feed the vulture's mouth. These are just words,empty words that speak of a higher void that fills our days thinning this earthly diaphragm. What's gonna take life used to feed life itself 'cause only the vulture advises the plunderer. My friend, you made my day. In the midst of death I am in life.
7.
Mania 05:36
As we pull you towards us with a golden rope and dream of you in the mirrors of aberration, where the only solace is the dismay of the passage because as soon as you'll wake you'll lay your eyes on us, like nooses over our heads. Oh Mania, oh Mania dream, dream of all of us, Oh Mania, pray that your dream is lucid enough. You would have burned these fields after the anxious sowing, like a cruel mother devouring her own sons. Cobwebs like eyelashes beat to the rhythm of a feverish light, lives that stream as a prelude to the tarantula's bite, like nooses over our heads. Oh Mania, oh Mania dream, dream of all of us, Oh Mania, pray that your dream is lucid enough. Pray so that you can take us with you someday. We all walk on the rope of a memory that tells a great story, make it so that the ending be happy. Shadows dangling from the branches of nervous waking 'till the wheel shall stop, but when shall it, oh Mania? Maybe the day your head will explode and with it all the paths of men?
8.
Martyrium 04:13
Abominated heritage of a reign never forgotten, the echo of divine exile calls for young blood, shadows of a golden age from the borders of aurora. Fate has made a fake king out of me. I am the flesh of the gods. "Death" you say, though I know I give my life to this world. Ordeal of joy and farewell, no pain no salvation. Fate has made a fake king out of me. I am the flesh of the gods. When the curtain falls up the gallow's pole...
9.
These bleeding walls are the nightmares of this world that sings in my head "No reincarnation no false false consecration". Is this enough? I doubt it. So I return it devils in blue. Everlasting stigmata, grace from Uranus. Every step far beyond you is the pain that sets me free. Blood from the scars of grace before I join the choir of the lamenting widows, this is not what you think we've found. Blood from the scars of grace before I join the choir of the hunting crows, this is not what you think we've found. Uranian Ad Gratiam. Ratio fails as my heart knows and it burns like the flame of the disobedient, God's so merciful indeed. No joy before the great crisis, blessed are those who get lost in the way. Doubt proves our holiness. Oh, I am lost in your way. Everlasting stigmata, grace from Uranus. Every step far beyond you is the pain that sets me free. Blood from the scars of grace before I join the choir of the lamenting widows, this is not what you think we've found. Blood from the scars of grace before I join the choir of the hunting crows, this is not what you think we've found. Uranian Ad Gratiam. If someone established his guilt by your own weapons, are these leading me to the nameless source? (Epinoia): This doubt that assails me, that lacerates my flesh and torments my very soul is the means through I can see the blood pouring out of the swirl of your love. Why have I to exorcise your exceeding rage if I was meant to forgive your jealousy? Come to me alone like a feverish shine in the dark, may I be one with the blaze of your destructive fire.
10.
They writhe as they feel his thrill, this urge to devastate rape and destroy, as Saturn tolls the bells of doom and draws me as I bleed like trees swallowing the air. Eternal skies will be my only grave as I'm running against time. I unleash the force of the ages stil to come for victims of changes are tired of restraining their blood. Flames of purification burn from above, oh Lord breath fast. They demand us to clear the queues of resistance, where death cuts life off from her breast, on the hill of gallows up high, still from the flow of our lives. Comedians will not be merciful, ancient glories revive. I unleash the force of the ages stil to come for victims of changes are tired of restraining their blood. Flames of purification burn from above, oh Lord breath fast. Inhumanization is the law, all of our hopes are gone. I unleash the force I am tired of restraining my blood. Flames of purification burn from above, oh Lord breath fast, oh Saviour reject the nails.
11.
You refused me, you cast me, didn't want me nor loved me. I call, I cling, I want but nobody is hearing me. Alone... Where is my faith? Even deep down here nothing but emptiness and darkness. Spiritual Critical Gothic. If there is no God there is no soul, so even you Jesus aren't true. I have no faith, no love, no zeal. Heaven means nothing nothing to me. How much this unknown pain hurts, what am I tormenting myself for? Spiritual Critical Gothic. I have nothing. Neither the reality of the presence of God.
12.
Firechild 05:08
She comes in the darkest night, she soars, she is the torch that shines so bright. We are the magnet of the force untold, the force that summons all of us to reborn, to reborn from the shapes of this world, inhuman path to everlasting beyond. Burn firechild burn, this is not meant to be real. She sings ancient tales of the might, she let her child steal a piece of the sun. We are the magnet of the force untold, the force that summons all of us to reborn, we are her progeny, we are her secret seed. Burn firechild burn, this is not meant to be real.

about

Black Shine Fever is a newborn project hailing from the Sacred Ancient woods surrounding Rome, Italy, created by Maxx Maryan, the Man behind the globally acclaimed female-fronted Electro Pop-Metal sensation duo Helalyn Flowers and futuristic reinvention of Industrial Rock IMJUDAS. He also used to be the demiurge behind well-known cult entities such as Okkultum Magnificentia and Arimonium Rex, which were deeply rooted into the 90's elite black metal movement, as well as various extreme metal side-projects like The Wet and Blackcore.

Black Shine Fever somehow represents the twisted side of Maxx Maryan's personal experiences in both Black Metal and Dark/ Goth worlds which has evolved into a new form through the years. The debut album 'Via Negativa' is the purest manifestation of its own mastermind's efforts to merge several conflicting sides of his personality. As a matter of fact, 'Via Negativa' took shape in a gradual manner, without losing its wild emotivity, as it was summoned and expiated in different moments between Saturnalia 2015 and Vulcanalia 2018: it is the sum of a long journey through years of passion, uncertainties, unanswered questions and personal crises. All the feelings, the suffering, and the (broken) hopes conveyed by the music are also portrayed by the outstanding artwork created by talented artist Noemi Aurora/ Toxic Visions Design.

The core of the project is expressed not only through the lyrics but also through a cold output reminiscent of some of the most obscure personalities, as if Maxx Maryan was jamming with Rozz Williams, Quorthon and Pete Burns in a rubber room. The result is frenetic and caustic, elementally transformed into a style carrying a huge emotional burden and the emotional connection is one of the most important keys to fully understanding the album.

'Via Negativa' is burning dark wave on the verge of neural collapse.
'Via Negativa' is spiritually crucified doomish goth punk.
'Via Negativa' is a dense grey matter with a soft spot for Italian Opera on a degenerated punk layer.

Spiritual struggles, questioned beliefs and deep sense of loss are the ingredients of this Atto Uno. Don't you dare miss it.

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A message from Maxx Maryan:

"dear friends from the globe, I have always liked to reflect on the idea that the music we create is something that exists fragmented in the ether, and that therefore already exists and that envelops us, before we encode it, through a creative process, in OUR music, our art. In this
case, music is physical, it has a body, it has a weight that pushes and impacts our senses. If so, it will probably be mortal like us, butevidently, surviving to us our own art has a much longer life! This consideration of time passing and which it does with due differences, has been, for a period, a cause for my concern.
Those who know me well know that music my signature so far published is only a tiny amount of how much I actually wrote and, in many many cases, recorded it. I often see myself as a sephirotic vase through which music flows, thus flowing elsewhere. I can no longer keep anything, my friends, in "this area" the music "inside" is too much and it's time for me to let it go before it overtakes me. In particular, this Black Shine Fever album represents a perfect paradigm. A three-
year gestation, preceded by a lifetime's psychic metamorphosis and followed by two years of limbo / Hades, broken promises, appearances and shadows, as fragile as concrete in one's inner silence ... But all this, why? As an artist, but above all in my specific role as an artist, which I just cannot separate from myself as a living being, I have always liked to spectacularize deep aspects of me, things that I can hardly speak openly to someone, especially without doing a little of confusion ... What, at first glance, might seem something halfway between a narcissistic game and kind of a somnambulistic self-analysis, reveals itself, once consumed, a truthful reading of a part of our lives. If art and music know how to give us this, then it is true that they are part of us as we are of them. Thus a
testimony becomes a work of art, however in which nothing is fixed, essential or sacred; I myself did not want to offer an answer to the sore dualisms that I praised in "Via Negativa". I like to think that each of you can find inside a piece of your own life, indeed I would like you to write me en masse to share your experience with me in the presence of this creature of mine, Black Shine Fever. Make it yours, girls and boys, it's for you. It is time for it to be truly yours. It has been my personal intoxication for the past five years. As if it were a toxic Eucharist, take it from me. Wine for the intoxicated, bread for the greedy, however it is ... enjoy it.
Yours, Maxx M. "

\\ (ITA) \\
Un messaggio da Maxx Maryan: "cari amici e amiche dal globo, mi è sempre piaciuto riflettere sull'idea che la musica che creiamo sia qualcosa che esista frammentata nell'etere, e che quindi già esista e che ci avvolga, prima che noi la codifichiamo tramite un processo creativo nella NOSTRA musica, la nostra arte. In questo caso, la musica è fisica, ha un corpo, un suo peso che spinge e urta sui nostri sensi. Se così, sarà probabilmente mortale come noi, ma evidentemente, sopravvivendo a noi la nostra stessa arte, gode di vita assai più lunga! Questa considerazione del tempo che passa e che lo fa con le dovute differenze, è stata, per un periodo, causa di mio turbamento. Chi mi conosce bene sa che la musica a mia firma finora pubblicata è solo una minuscola quantità di quanta effettivamente io ne abbia scritta e, in molti casi, registrata. Spesso mi vedo come un vaso sephirotico attraverso cui la musica fluisce, sfociando quindi altrove. Non posso più trattenere nulla, amici miei, da queste parti la musica "dentro" è troppa ed è ora che io la lasci andare, prima che mi sopravvada. In particolare, questo album dei Black Shine Fever ne rappresenta un perfetto paradigma. Una gestazione di tre anni, preceduta da metamorfosi psichiche di una vita e succeduta da due anni di limbo/ Ade, promesse rotte, comparse e ombre, tanto fragili quanto concrete nel proprio silenzio interiore... Ma tutto ciò,
perchè? Come artista, ma soprattutto nelle mie specifiche vesti di artista, che proprio non riesco a scindere da me come essere vivente, mi è sempre piaciuto spettacolarizzare aspetti profondi di me, cose di cui difficilmente riesco a parlare apertamente a qualcuno, soprattuto senza fare un pò di confusione... Ciò che, sulle prime battute, potrebbe sembrare qualcosa a metà tra un giochetto narcisistico e un'autoanalisi sonnambolica, si rivela, una volta consumato, una lettura veritiera di una parte delle nostre vite. Se l'arte, la musica, sanno donarci ciò, allora è vero che esse fanno parte di noi come noi di esse. Così una testimonianza diventa un'opera d'arte, però in cui niente è fisso, imprescindibile o sacro; io stesso non ho voluto offrire risposta ai mal di dualismo che ho decantato in "Via Negativa". Mi piace pensare che ognuno di voi possa trovarci dentro un pezzetto delle proprie vite, anzi mi piacerebbe che mi scriveste in massa per condividere con me la vostra esperienza al cospetto di questa mia creatura, Black Shine Fever. Fatelo vostro, ragazze e ragazzi, è per voi. E' tempo che sia davvero vostro. Esso è stato il mio personale intossicante negli ultimi cinque anni. Come se fosse un'eucaristia tossica, prendetelo da me. Vino per gli ebbri, pane per i golosi, comunque sia... godetene.
Vostro, Maxx M."

credits

released July 3, 2020

Spoken word on "Diakrisis" by G/Ab Svenym Volgar Ustorh Dei Xacrestani of Deviate Damaen

Lyrics on "Diakrisis" freely taken from Martin Luther's "Opera Omnia"

Lyrics on "Spiritual Critical Gothic" freely taken from Mother Teresa of Calcutta's heretic letters

"Via Negativa" was summoned and expiated in different moments between Saturnalia 2015 and Vulcanalia 2018

Artwork and photos: Noemi Aurora for Toxic Visions (www.toxic-visions.com)

Contact: blackshinefever@gmail.com

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Raising from the electric suburbs of Rome,HELALYN FLOWERS are one of the most revolutionary female-fronted acts in the Industrial scene by performing a hugely unique combination of Electro, Darkwave and Industrial Metal.
Brand new 6th studio album "Àiresis" out on 19 February 2021 via Alfa Matrix, following the detonating success of 5th album "Nyctophilia".
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