Fennlig & Poço Negro

A Covenant of Shadows

In a time when black metal so often veers toward either the sterile or the self-indulgent, the split between Fennlig and Poço Negro arrives like a dagger in the dark, uninvited, unrelenting, and unforgettable. It is not merely a shared release between two bands; it is a pact, an offering to the void, signed in smoke and sorrow. Here, in this communion of spirits, we witness two distinct flames dance within the same cavernous silence, one mournful and flickering, the other raging and unforgiving.

Fennlig: Hymns of the Withering Light

Fennlig opens the procession with music that feels less like sound and more like memory, the kind that haunts you in dreams and clings to the bone. Their side of the split plays like an elegy carved into frost. Clean guitar lines shimmer beneath a haze of distortion, drifting like candlelight across long-forgotten tombs. There’s a delicate melancholy in Fennlig’s vision, but it never descends into fragility. Instead, it moves with quiet strength, like a revenant searching through the ashes of its past.

The vocals, half-whispered, half-lamented, sound as though they come from across a great chasm, a soul recounting its fall into ruin. This is black metal not built for war, but for wandering through the ruins after the battle has ended. It is a sound that does not shout, but commands, nonetheless. Fennlig brings the night not as terror, but as truth.

Poço Negro: The Maw of the Earth Speaks

And then, the earth splits open. From the silence, Poço Negro rises like a beast summoned from the deep. Where Fennlig offered lament, Poço Negro offers fire and filth. Their sound is unpolished, alive with the violence of instinct and the reek of damp stone. Drums crash like bones underfoot, guitars screech with rusted malice, and vocals bellow with the authority of ancient curses.

But beneath the fury, there’s an intelligence: an intent. Poço Negro doesn’t simply play black metal; they wield it. Their contribution is ritualistic, bestial, and raw, dragging the listener into a labyrinth of decay and ritual smoke. It is the sound of the underworld breathing, and it demands reverence.

Together, Fennlig and Poço Negro do notmerely offer a contrast, they offer completion. Light and shadow. Elegy and exorcism. The split plays like a full descent: from the first mournful gaze into the abyss to the final plunge into its depths. These are not just songs, they are sigils, etched in suffering and survival.

This is black metal as it should be: uncompromising, poetic, dangerous. Fennlig and Poço Negro have crafted a monument of duality, one that honors the quiet dignity of despair and the sacred violence of darkness. In a scene often clouded by artifice, this split is a raw invocation of the genre’s true essence. A flame in the fog. A whisper from the crypt. A vow made in blood.