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Ah, Kommando Peste Noire. The Black Plague. The Noire Peste. The mighty KPN. Despite the goofiness that the lead member Famine injects into this band with an oversized plastic syringe, Peste Noire's debut album has captivated many and brought freedom to others. It has caused riots and unified nations. Brought diplomats to their knees and yet ended wars after a single disharmonic riff.
I may stubbornly try to fight goofy with more goofiness, but that's not what I'm here to provide; for a good laugh I recommend reading the interview with Famine over at Diabolical Conquest. Regardless of the cheese and drama about who got credit for what, this is a beautiful album. Like, on a scale from 1 to 10 it's Vivaldi's Winter.
However, after all the Neige fanboys latched unto Peste Noire, Famine forsook writing anything pretty sounding ever again. Because apparently, in France, sanitizing your "scene" is more important than making your music. Each new album is another handful of sand in their starry eyes, so get a hold of the only nice sounding Peste Noire album while you get a chance, cause I can guarantee that any more output from this band will be nails on a chalk board.
Triumphant riffs, disgusting vocals, Spanish guitar, solos that actually fit the music, and Famine wielding a crossbow. What's not to love?
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