They’ve got an accurate identity Italian Novembre, marked up with multi-shaped chaotic compositions with whispered melodies like a dreamy vocal lullaby. There’s all of that within “The Blue”, there’s that stunning smoke that has always enraptured the gothic side of their music, there’s still the recall to the dark mood of The Cure and of all the other dark lovers. But there’s also something else in the new Novembre: a sound vocal violence (a wide use of the throaty singing) that we had almost forgotten, a hand lent to grasp the heritage of the forefathers of gothic doom, from My Dying Bride to Anathema, and that plays strong rhythms and resounding solos. It’s an album with abyssal depths and a thousand faces, “The Blue”. That reveals new details even after the tenth listen, that enlarges the coils of songwriting passing through rigid schemes, that never betrays or denies the caressing monotony of the recent past but is not afraid of widening the palette much beyond the grey shades. With a tendency to blue. Which is a wonderful colour.

Dario Adile