LA MASQUERADE INFERNALE

What can be said about an album which is clearly out of time, out of any common dimension? La Masquerade Infernale isn't metal, nor rock, nor classical music, it's all of them and also none. I could talk about a carnivalesque theatre of madness telling us about faces behind the masks, about shadows dancing around a fire of their own creation, about deforming mirrors... and the place of humanity within. This album is dedicated to the perilish quest of the Faustian spirit. Who could forget these operatic lines which open the Masquerade, this duo emerging from chaos and which we would meet again in the most ambitous vocal work ever - The Chaos Path? Who could forget the Bach's fugue-like long crescendo, ending in a apocalyptic manner and holding the name of a whole idea: Ad Astra. A pause, and then the ultra-dynamic Poe's poem: Alone. Before entering the core of the album: the last three songs, malicious, disturbing, diving into the mind of the satanist. The songs you'll end up to love the most. Closing a masterpiece.