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At the very end of one year full of good, bad and goodbad music, here’s one of Metal’s best kept secrets for those of you who didn’t know. I had been struggling with myself whether I should share this or not, but since one of these superficial consumerist blogs recently had an awful 57th generation copy of this my most beloved tapes posted, I think I have no other choice …
Well, NIGRO MANTIA (”Black Arts” or “Black Magic”) were reviewed in either Thomas Schumacher’s crucial METAL PROPHECY or Roland Dähne’s masterful BLITZKRIEG fanzine in early 1984. I immediately ordered the cassette and received a friendly letter, a lyric sheet and the tape, of course. Unfortunately, the letter and maybe the lyric sheet too, was lost when I had a massive water damage in my old basement (it destroyed my complete collection of band correspondance from 1980 to ca. 1984, including letters from METALLICA, SLAYER, MANILLA ROAD, BLITZKRIEG, VENOM etc. etc., when these bands were still part of the undergrund circus). From what I remember, NIGRO MANTIA were preparing a self-financed album and weren’t really the type of guys to make a big fuzz about things. Unfortunately, the band totally vanished off the face of the earth, leaving nothing but this highly collectible cassette. Even in the old days, people either used to love or hate this and it won’t surprise you that I’ve always been one of the later kind, trying my best to make cassette copies of “Poetry of Subcultre”, but it seemed in vain, judging by the google results one gets for NIGRO MANTIA these days. Hope this will help a little in changing this sad situation.
As you can hear, NIGRO MANTIA had a totally unique musical concept. MERCYFUL FATE-like riffing, but of a very laid out, almost soundscape-ish dimension. The singer is somewhere out in space, “feeling the exploding orgasm”, as he sings. Stunning (dis-) harmonies, layers of musical texture, but all very held back, subtle. What also strikes me is that the whole thing doesn’t come over as “epic”, wagnerian Metal at all. There’s no “glory”, no pathetic expressionism, but a very, may I say, gentle introspection. Bands like RUSH come to mind quickly, but then again, this is not art rock whatsoever.
“Poetry of Subculture” stands there as one of the finest moments in the history of 80s Metal. Enjoy, ‘eadbangers. Good 2008 to y’all.
Bells ringing for the fatal Hour.mp3
Death Romance.mp3
Monolith of Infinity.mp3
As always, no Dolby was used here.



