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Non Serviam
La Lune Dont Mon Âme Est Pleine
Lay Bare Recordings
Released: June 12th, 2026

Rating: 8/10

“‘La Lune Dont Mon Âme Est Pleine’ is not an accessible album. It’s the soundtrack to jerking the steering wheel of your car into oncoming traffic and slamming head-on into some poor soul just trying to get to work. It is the call of the void, l’appel du vide, in the form of sound and mental assault.“

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1 – La Lune Dont Mon Âme Est Pleine – Part II
2 – Déesse Morte
3 – Emile Henry
4 – Victory to Kali (feat. Mirai Kawashima)
5 – La Valse Des Enfants Morts
6 – Everything About You
7 – Actéon
8 – Abject Sacrifice
9 – La Lune dont mon âme est pleine – Part III
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I will not serve.

Trying to corner Non Serviam into one particular genre is impossible and, more than likely, not really encouraged to begin with. A pulsating chaos plasm merging extreme metal structuring with the non-structured disorder of raw noise, be it grinding drum machines, electronic breakbeats, screaming synth, or dreary samples. The expressions of, what is described as, a French anarchist collective, there should be no surprises as to how harsh and how uninviting this will be to the uninitiated. Compared, weakly, to acts such as Anaal Nathrakh, La Lune Dont Mon Âme Est Pleine is more comparable to something akin to an electrified, industrialized, and more aurally expansive version of acts such as Dodheimsgard, Blut Aus Nord, and Sigh, but even then, the mark is being missed, severely.

Post-metal elements, electronic nuisance, the raging rebuke of raw black metal, and the caliginous overtone that soaks everything within the record is something entirely unique to the lifeblood of Non Serviam as a musical entity. La Lune Dont Mon Âme Est Pleine isn’t about impressing the listener, the listener is simply there in its presence, as a weird voyeur of sorts. No caution is given to the concepts of accessibility, the concept of what is ‘normal’ art, not even the concept of reach. This isn’t a band out to sell records, this isn’t a performance meant for wide audiences, it isn’t meant to be embraced and accepted. It doesn’t punish, it doesn’t praise, there is no idol worship, it just simply…is. It feels like the edge of suicide, it feels like the thoughts of one who is tasked with burying their child, there is a sense of helplessness, grief, rage, doom…negativity. Palpable negativity, but nothing paraded like idiot puppets for a stage performance. Authentic negativity.

Constructed largely by a duo consisting of Void and Moon, with a notable guest appearance from 川嶋未来, otherwise known as Mirai Kawashima of Japan’s masters of avant-garde black metal, Sigh. Nine songs span a spastic abyss of 41 unbroken minutes of emotional abrasion, released on June 12th, 2026, through Lay Bare Recordings, this record shirks the conventions of musicality and spins a dark sonic concept that the listener is free to interpret in any manner they so choose.

‘La Lune Dont Mon Âme Est Pleine – Part II’ opens the record, a fog of distortion and chopped drumbeats greets the listener before a vocal cacophony drenches the mix. The shape and form of the track is purely unconventional; it doesn’t adhere to any boundaries. The tonal palette remains largely intact as the track progresses but the way it’s presented is ever constantly under change and stress. This is pure musical tension, no release whatsoever.

‘Déesse Morte,’ the second track, shifts gears radically. Portraying itself as an ambient journey through dancing and twinkling keyboard work, deep set post-metal elements, and blossoming atmosphere. The shift it takes is violent. But only momentarily. An interjection of post-black metal, a turn of up-tempo drumming, and static riffs far in the distance of the mix, pinned underneath the crushing weight of noise. It eventually moves back into the same meter and pacing as it did in the beginning of the track, but it’s true nature has been revealed, there’s a subtle and patient viciousness, one expects another violent outbursts of blasting drums and cacophony, repeat behavior, yet even when it happens again, it’s still jarring.

Émile Henry, a young French anarchist of the last 1800’s with a sterling record of direct action, the subject of a song of the same name, is an interesting blast of grossly distorted and grinding noise. The churning riffs endure with punishing consistency as a core wrapped with manic drums, throat-shredding vocals, and eerie electronics. Attempting to grasp at the song leads to nothing, it simply shifts form, new layers of sound are added and stripped away at alarming rates, stacks of audio tracks build into living, breathing walls of sound.

The guest appearance of Sigh mastermind Mirai Kawashima take shape on ‘Victory to Kali,’ a monstrous inferno of harsh frequencies, brutalist tonality, and intense vocal work. An almost ritualistic movement, a storm of noise, the true essence of the worship of cosmic destruction. Arguably, one of Kawashima’s most intense takes. An interesting collaboration that worked out quite favorably.

As the album progresses from track to track, it feels like a different emotional state, a different sense of total agitation, as it moves from song to song, or idea to idea. The lack of consistency exudes a level of chaos that many simply fail to harness properly. Non Serviam wield this chaos like some sort of makeshift, crude blade. ‘Everything About You’ spasms with Gnaw Their Tongues-style visceral approach early on, but entrancing vocals add a layer of grotesque and beautiful contrast. Like burned flesh; scarred, embrittled, painful, yet flesh all the same.

There’s a certain state of frustration that is etched into the fabric of ‘Abject Sacrifice,’ like a person who loses their anger and strikes out over too much aggravation and abuse. There is an instant of aggression, waves of violence that radiate from it, some twisted feeling of catharsis.

Production on La Lune Dont Mon Âme Est Pleine is surprisingly animated and full. Harsh frequencies are prominent, but they never reach a point of being physically uncomfortable as you would encounter on many power electronics or harsh noise releases. There are layers and layers of sound in the foreground and a whole ecosystem of noise and riff torment in the background. Vocals range from blisteringly dry rebukes to grossly distorted screams, never once has it become ‘too crowded’ in the sound, and while certain frequencies consume other frequencies, it never reaches a point where it becomes noise for the sake of noise. Just like a painter’s brushstroke is always deliberate, so to are the sonic arrangements that form this record, the production fits like a glove, any cleaner and it would lose character, any dirtier and you risk becoming a colorless wall of hot noise.

La Lune Dont Mon Âme Est Pleine is not an accessible album. It’s the soundtrack to jerking the steering wheel of your car into oncoming traffic and slamming head-on into some poor soul just trying to get to work. It is the call of the void, l’appel du vide, in the form of sound and mental assault. It is worth a listen, because of the intensity, the diverse yet unendingly aggressive tonal palette, and the random feeling of the songs are like walking over broken glass in the dark, each step is worse than the next.

This is not a record that can be recreated or written a second time.

Label: Lay Bare Recordings
Band: Non Serviam

AJK