Lucynine’s Melena is not merely an album—it’s a descent into the marrow of despair, a sonic autopsy of emotional collapse. Sergio Bertani, the sole architect behind the project, channels his anguish into a suffocating wall of sound that feels less like music and more like a physiological purge. The title itself, drawn from medical terminology for internal bleeding, sets the tone: this is blackness not as metaphor, but as bodily truth. The production is intentionally airless, with vocals buried beneath layers of distortion and compression, as if gasping for breath under the weight of grief.Musically, Melena straddles post-black metal and post-hardcore, but refuses to settle into genre conventions. Tracks like “Uomo in mare” and “Oltre la soglia” pulse with chaotic energy, yet there’s a deliberate restraint that keeps the listener trapped in a claustrophobic haze. The centerpiece, “Opera al nero,” stretches across fifteen harrowing minutes, pushing sonic boundaries with dissonant riffs, fragmented rhythms, and a sense of ritualistic unraveling. The use of Italian lyrics adds intimacy and cultural specificity, grounding the album in Bertani’s personal and geographic reality.What makes Melena so compelling is its refusal to offer catharsis. There are no crescendos of hope, no melodic reprieves—only the relentless echo of suffering. Even the album art, depicting a dead magpie, reinforces the theme of extinguished joy and broken symbolism. In a world saturated with performative darkness, Lucynine delivers something disturbingly authentic. Melena is not for the faint of heart—it’s for those willing to confront the raw, unfiltered truth of emotional decay.The Metallist PR #blackmetal #postblackmetal #posthardcore #experimentalmusic