Noire is a self-described progressive black metal band from Winnipeg, Manitoba, and until recently, I had never heard of them (this was rectified, as most of my musical ignorances are, by the good folks at No Clean Singing, at which point I immediately fell in love with the cover art). Shortly thereafter, the band's new EP The Tracks of the Hunted showed up in the ol' Töp inbox, and I gave it a listen. I then immediately wished it was 40 degrees colder, overcast, with a frigid arctic wind chilling me to the bone, because that weather would fit the music on The Tracks of the Hunted so much better than this silly summer sunshine.
