Marcel H. : Let’s ride that hobby horse… Fuoco Fauto is un-Italian good. No kitsch or other sugary stuff. This is pure nasty saturnine pulverizing doom which leans towards funeral doom. Not a second does the listener get to gain a bit of breath. We have to go down to the deepest trenches with the band. Suffocate we must, drown, suffer. The four gentlemen know the art of torture. ‘Backwater’ is only suitable for the most morbid amongst us. You want to hear lovely chirpy tunes? Then please stay away as far as possible.