Saor "Amidst The Ruins" (2025)

With foundations of extreme and cultural aesthetic resolute and intact, Saor embarks on this latest venture through the shackles of familiarity. Thus initial listens spun a lukewarm drone of routine blast beats exchanging duties with its symphonic layer. Comprised of strings, Violin, Cello and effeminate voicings, this heathen tapestry enriches Saor's music with the spirit of Scottish highlands and its cultural heritage.

The metallic counterpart, comprised of pummeling drums and angular distortion guitars, stands somewhat in contrast as expectant extremities offers little to the embellish narratives and server as obvious amplifications of intensity, swelling energy but rarely feeling warranted in contrast to the rich underlaying musical themes.

Thus we have a record in peculiar imbalance. At a frequent pace, the collapses of roaring aggression give way to stunning arrangements of beloved highland melody. Beautiful in flow and holding grace with mother nature, a reoccurring sense of longing persists in these spirited melodies. They are the highlight in which to endure.

Sadly the majority of these earthly musical motifs rest in tandem between the two, layering in this gorgeous vision with familiar aesthetics that offer little new. Tired of bellowing screams and blazing blast beats, I found myself chiming with the serine acoustic guitar tones and cultured instruments, an aspect stunning on its lonesome.

The records most passionate passages emanate on their acoustic reverberations, often to be enveloped by that roaring beast. My tolerance of its metallic components rested on the whims of personal appetite. Sometimes energizing, at others a drain. Saor has matured strongly on a cultural  front to deeper meaning but foundations strip this expression of greatness in my opinion. However, its still a very enjoyable record.

Rating: 6/10

Gelure "Inner Sanctum" (2025)

 

The purist pleasures of these peaceful yet esoteric atmospheres has affirmed Gelure's elevated stature. My initial fondness for The Candlelight Tomes and Into The Chesfern Wood has matured with much exposure. Those arcane magics have delivered time and time again. Returning refined after a few years break, the character depicted pitches partly Medieval, churchly, with a dash of Tolkien Fantasy grandiosity. Cultural stringed instruments yielding folksy melodies ground its era. Saintly chorals, vibing on soft cloudy synths, bewitch one in a captivating calmness. Swaying between these masterful constructs, we venture upon scenic swells, conjuring natural beauty, fantasy landscapes and occasionally battles through the crashing of gong cymbals, deep laggard drums and triumphant horns. At its opposing end, sleepy subdued melodies, smothered in reverberations, upend darkly mystic moods, both soothing and curious.

The words Dungeon Synth barely crossed my mind before writing out these inspired thoughts. Gelure has ascended its shackles, arriving upon a grand stature, crafting beautifully mediative music adrift from a genre awash with low effort imitations. Inner Sanctum indeed evokes introspective refuge. A haven of sorts through its spellbinding ambience. Best of all, its eleven minute finale surrenders to metallic convention. Modern percussion houses its historic instruments in the rapture of blast beats and fiery groove to venture upon Atmospheric Black Metal's alter. The initial mellowed tremolo guitars hide its extremity well, masking what is to come. At the eight minute mark a truly epic power chord riff gratifies to no end. With monumental sway, its repitions toy with dazzling tunes and tempo deceleration, in a stroke of genius.

Rating: 8/10

Blut Aus Nord "Memoria Vetusta I - Fathers Of The Icy Age" (1996)

Having tuned into Blut Aus Nord in recent years, my exploratory return into Black Metal origins had me picking out this first installment of the Memoria Vetusta trilogy. I'm some what astonished to find their unique character fully expressed this early on. The subtle touches of Psychedelia and Shoegaze had played like matured fine wine.

 

Yet here we are in 96, these fantastical, mysterious inflections, on a then fresh Black Metal sound, dominate a devilish spectacle. Roaring out from limited, fuzzy production, yet to figure out its aesthetic needs, we have trippy lead melodies, ungodly choral vocals and dexterous baselines converging on swells of sequestered darkly magic. Powered along by a barrage of animated drums, the duo sound unlike any other. Lengthy songs run ambitious, holding ones attention in its tension, as ripping guitars shell out dissonance that meanders into gratifying melodies.

 

Its a familiar expression but in this infancy feels daring and exciting. The band carry the hallmarks of northern darkness with their own flair, curious, majestic and sinister, feeling like a journey through an arcane societal order of the seven layers of hell. Memoria Vetusta is a mighty fine craft, I'm glad to have found it among the rubble.

 

Rating: 7/10

Hades "The Dawn Of The Dying Sun" (1997)

 

Armed with shadowy, ever present grisly distortion guitars, The Dawn Of The Dying Sun preserves the droning heathen atmosphere its predecessor ...Again Shall Be imbued. Fortunately, this iteration improves aesthetic production and songwriting, leaning further into a post-Bathory Black Metal linage. Although its riffs frequently spin mid-tempo power chord on loop, vocals breaks and folksy instruments bring character to songs deeper in the record. Across nine roaring tracks, a variety of ideas emerge, yet little amounts to anything spectacular given a rather lukewarm execution.

Viking melodies present themselves early on through tuneful, suggestive keyboard arrangements and the ancestral campfire conjurings of acoustic guitar tone. Consistently jostling between the droning aggression and heathen expressions, a direction, conclusion or structure evades me. Consistent mediocrity tires its tone and evolution on mostly six minute songs. Alone Walkying was the only track to show its influences transparently, with a key riff simply playing an iteration of a Burzum classic.

I wasn't particularly interested in continuing this journey with Hades but its title track caught my ear on shuffle. In my youth, fresh to the sound, I would have enjoyed this immensely but to ears so familiar with Black Metal origins, it all feels a bit routine. I do however think their ideas could have been shaped up better. They captured the Bathory spirit well but this incarnation feels more like an echo of greatness.

Rating: 6/10

Burzum "Filosofem" (1996)

 

With a stroke of genius, Hvis Lyset Tar Oss broke ground on what Black Metal could be. Its popular predecessor Filosofem, further explores this atmospheric angle. Shifting tone and temperament in slight degrees, Varg returns with the usual sentiments of mother natures harsh realities, lonesome, esoteric and fantastical. Consciously lowering fidelity somewhat, loose distant drums, simmering fuzzy guitars and half spoken distortions of English lyrics embark on lengthy marches. Another flavor of his crude yet deeply effective atmospheres.

Exploring potent chemistries Dunkelheit and Erbicket pace through mid tempo storms of gnarly fuzz, illuminated by soft synth tones. The latter's eclipsing keyboard melody simply unforgettable. They breed an usual tension accepting inner peace and mortal death. Between them, Jesus' Tod runs rampant into the darkness, cycling mean, sinister riffs through hurtling blast beats. Completely unrelenting, only its catchy melody offers relief to its ceaseless nature.

In my opinion the record should have concluded with Rundgang, a twenty five minute minimalist piece evoking transient spiritual sentiments. Often erroneously compared to Tomhet, its soothing tone and curiously introspective mood plays like a headspace alteration, more so than a song. It won me over decades ago, a perfect companion for lonely night walks through forest and fields lit by moonlight. It holds a mesmerizing magic I only hope others can encounter too.

Either side of this track lay the two halves of Gebrechlichkeit, a destitute experience built on sullen guitar riffs and sluggish, melancholic synth melodies. Lacking drums and its second instance simply pulling the groaning vocals of despair, it seems as if an unfinished track has been used to pad out the records duration, leaving its later half primed for skipping over. This is where it loses merit. This could have been another classic, given how undeniable its opening trilogy of song are.

Rating: 9/10

Hades "...Again Shall Be" (1994)

 

Exploring the other works of Burzum's producer Pytten, I happened across ...Again Shall Be. I'd probably checked them out decades ago but with a refined ear for Viking Metal, it caught my attention as an early hybrid of the later and Black Metal. Fellow Norwegians Hades embody an early Immortal sound, who Pytten also worked with. Gristly narrow guitar distortions drone, intertwined with throat wrenching screams. They meld together in med tempo grooves with powerful thunderous drums and meaty yet tuneful basslines. Song shift between sways of metallic and raw atmosphere. Along its journey melodies conjure echo's of ancestral roots, yielding the sinister format to their heathen vision. So to do acoustic guitars and burly clean voices wage in on swaying the darkness to evoke folksy cries of a harsh rural godless communion.

As the record settles in, repetition becomes a sticking point. After a few tracks, its darkly agitated temperament begins to drone. Songs proceed at a steady pace, rarely breaking form. When a simple synth note arrives at The Ecstasy Of An Astral Journey's conclusion, its elevates the song greatly. This is attributed to a need for change, more so than compositional merits. After all, its a single note. A couple other songs have brief acoustic breaks that perk the ear. Otherwise the record feels like an endless repetition of its main theme heavily inspired by the likes of Bathory's Black and Viking eras. Its left me bereft of remarks beyond enjoying this vision which swiftly tires beyond enduring ten minutes of its diminished ideas.

Rating: 5/10

Burzum "Et Hvitt Lys Over Skogen" (1998)

Paired with yet another demo of Lost Wisdom, Et Hvitt Lys Over Skogen reaches us via bootleg release. Its a nine minute epic pulled from Hvis Lyset Tar Oss. Why it was removed? A total mystery. This is a mighty fine song, heard through a muddied recording. One can imagine its aesthetic matching that fine record. Musically, Its construct has a foot in each camp. Some riffs conjure the metallic temperaments of his earlier works. The other revels in harsh naturalistic atmospheric. The pivots between these halves flow wonderfully. Approaching its midpoint, power chord arrangements coalesce with a triumphant chest thumping march. After, blast beats erupt and shadowy riffs call with nefarious inclinations. Another enchanting song but on this analytical reflection, I see how Varg may have felt the song repeats ideas explored before, only partially realizing the visionary direction of that record.

Rating: 4/10

Burzum "Hvis Lyset Tar Oss" (1994)

 

Enter a naturalist sublime, as inspiration finds it form, the stars align. Opening with a spirited union of mystic synthtone and sizzling guitar distortion, we embark through three minutes of atmospheric bliss, isolated with the cruel beauty of mother nature. Estranged and peculiar as ever, this is Burzum's peak, perfecting aesthetic, craft and vision. Its opener, Det Som Engang Var, sharing name with his previous album, then roars into life. A barrage of tumbling tom fills ushers in an iconic, anthemic riff. Triumphant and resolute, it plays like a battle cry from a Bathory classic. The song swings between these juxtaposing temperaments, laying in simplistic lead guitar overtones at the midpoint to slip us along the songs lengthy final passage, which further revels in its arcane guitar distortion and korg/cassio synth chemistry.

Title track Hvis Lyset Tar Oss leans into darkness. Blast beats and grizzly guitar grinding turns attention to the broody harmonizing bassy synth lurching below the songs unrelenting march. After a couple of minutes the pace thickens, a hard snare strike leading charge as fuzzy guitar chord arrangements breed emotional relief among its harsh offerings. Venturing deeper, the grind shifts again, pierced by Varg's despairing howls. Returning to its opening stature, an unsettled conclusion emerges as flickers of lead guitar overtone offer little more than reinforcing its darkly premise.

My absolute favorite track, Inn I Slottet Fra Droemmen, offers up the brutality of frozen landscapes. Resolute in its repetitive, obnoxious grind, a chilling thrash of harsh riffs bombards. The wobbling high baseline furthering its gratifying peculiarity. Grinding through dissonance, it eventually releases this tension for moments of worldly reflection as those stunning synths re-emerge alongside string plucking riffs that revel in the messy guitar distortion. Teasing the release of its steady build up, the climax is godly. When drums crash in, its conclusive riff roars triumphant and eternal. Its peak, yet somehow, Varg yields more, lining up gratifying riffs, the return of harmonizing synths and a glorious guitar lead for an unforgettable spiritual experience.

At its conclusion, we a treated again to visionary offerings. Although easily associated with the retroactive Dungeon Synth label, Tomhet transcends. Seemingly a simple arrangement based on minimalism, the chemistry of its tones, octave shifting whistle and subtle percussive thud birth something remarkable. Meditative, introspective, lonesome... insert all your adjectives here! So much is conjured from so little, highlighting our deep humanist connection to music. The midpoint pivots entirely to a new construct, refining its calming powers and evoking even more curiosity. After some minutes, a gentle drum pattern emerges alongside this soulful flute melody that somehow makes sense of all this spiritual peculiarity. Such a remarkable record.

Rating: 10/10

Burzum "Det Som Engang Var" (1993)

 

 

 The blemishes of Burzum's growing pains fade as Varg's sophomore effort plays concise, sharp, effortlessly flowing through the fruits of his lonesome esoteric craft. A masterclass in how to structure a record, Det Som Engang Var houses the final remains of sinister metallic groove, before sequestering into the depths of lonely atmosphere on future releases. With a bold linearity, songs brood, evolve and venture to breaks, deviations and climaxes at thoughtful pace. Its flow gushes with musicality, weaving in plenty of nightly heathen melody to its monstrous demeanor. Varg jostles extremities, shuffling between tuneful lockstep grooves and frighting bursts of discordant terror held together by loose blast beats, arriving at wild destinations.

Opening with the scowling ferocity of Key To The Gate, this roar of dissonant metalic anger matures through blues pains punctuated by Vargs anguished howls with a stunning uplift of anthemic melody. Proceeded by En Ring Til Aa Herske, we revel in the echo's of Black Sabbath groove twisted to a frozen landscape as soft murmuring chants bestow a glorious ritualistic mood. Lost Wisdom returns in its best incarnation. Bereft of fuzzy fidelity, the track shines with a fierce might. Jostling Varg's typical arsenal of disheveled chords, roaring groove and dusky melody, the song blooms.

Next we hit the Dungeon Synth note, Han Som Reiste showcases an ear for melody evoking naturalistic and ancient cultural themes, tilted to a lonely peculiarity. Its a gorgeous song, the following Naar Himmelen Klarner shares its qualities but is performed on dueling guitars drenched in fuzzy distortion. It creates a stunning atmosphere but its underlying composition suggests it too could have been performed with synths. The gradual build to arrive of a simple drum groove is always enchanting.

Snu Mikrokosmos Tegn has long been a favorite. Its pummeling dissonance and dreary persona grinds with repetition, shuffling into hardy guitar riffs that highlighted the values of brooding on an idea to a young me. Its offering of light at the midpoint plays a swell, gratifying reward, ideas we will hear again later on, explored deeper still. The track then muddies its way through another spooky spell of intensity, lacking the pummel of barbaric drums, to arrive at that magical destination once again.

Either side of all these cuts lay some Dark / Black Ambient pieces, masterfully composed, estranged, mystic and complimentary of the five songs nestled between them. This lean approach will evolve as we embark on Varg's finest work next.

Rating: 10/10

Burzum "Aske" (1993)

To my ears, Aske is where things take off. Consisting of three solid songs, refined aesthetics compliment their musical vision. Gnarly guitar distortions are softened into an indulgent flavor of nightly fuzz, brooding an estranged emotive atmosphere. Stemmen Fra Taarnet, the voice from the tower, jostles between metallic power chord arrangements and discordant touches of dark melody. Wounded howls anchor its evil inspirations, shifts invite an esoteric melancholy that swells in the tracks third phase.

Dominus Sathanas, master Satan, highlights a compositional prowess. Commanding a craft for sinister melodies, Varg melds them into clouds of fuzzy overdrive to break the linearity. Its key tune embarks as a lone reflection, to captivate ones imagination in his realm. We've heard flickers of this motif before. It will return again but with this song, a vision is fully realized. A delight to indulge with upon its brief duration.

A Lost Forgotten Spirit returns in its best incarnation yet. Fined tuning percussion and slowed tempos aid the droning distortions. Blast beats tone down intensity, double pedals rumble steadily. Its a better performance that elevates the songs unique mood. The track's first slow down beyond the minute mark is an utter delight. In prior version it sailed by to fast. It demonstrates Varg honing in on what makes his music tick. Something that won't need stating again after this remarkable turning point.

Final notes to share, the album cover is of a Church Varg was suspected of burning down. It is also suspected he took the photo too. This is how wild and real these deranged ideas where within the scene. Leading to more arson and murder, most of the madness emanating from a handful of madmen with the inner circle.

Rating: 7/10

Burzum "Burzum" (1992)

Armed with iconic, eerie, unsettling and darkly album art, upon its release, this debut was a freighting extremity, unleashing a new, esoteric strain of Black Metal into the wild. To seasoned ears, these abrasive aesthetics are now somehow easy, especially after enduring the fuzzy swamps of noise heard on the demos. Its Varg's shrill howls that hold up the horror. Sounding like a dying animal, raw shouts through strained vocals skirt the appeal of normal screams. I'm certain the idea is to sound off putting.

I've never been that keen on this record. Varg's writing at this point is yet to be refined. Returning to it decades later highlights the dissatisfaction yet also illuminates my lack of appreciation for the vision. Spell Of Destruction's mental break down consisting of enduring wretched screams and similarly Feeble Scream From Forests Unknown's slip into blurry dissonance and hurtful cries, created ugly sticky points I never got past.

Burzum encapsulates the raw rebellious ideology but lacks a finesse to character the essence of inspirations. A bulk of its lengthy tracks are pegged into a corner, pairing sloppy blast beats with endless strings of guitar riffs that entirely dictate the musical vision. Varg has the sense to shuffle percussive rhythms to aid the shifting moods of his power chord expressions. Twisted and woven throughout, iterations on the chords own structure play with dissonant melody to birth a fantastical sense of earthly darkness, devoid of cheese, frothing with cold suffering and tormenting loneliness.

Between these retroactively embryonic incarnations, we hear swaths of the maturity to come. Channeling lends its ear to the mystic tones discovered in classic Korg synths, laying the foundations for Dungeon Synth to emerge. Dungeons Of Darkness ends the record with a stroke of Black Ambient genius. A slow brooding suspense of ambiguous noise builds up a rumble of terror for what sounds like anguished souls to cry out in the depths of its foreboding visit. The Crying Orc showcases Varg's ear for Middle Earth inspiring melody, something to be developed on the next full length.

Then we have War. Fun and goofy, it plays like a Venom cover, or tribute to the first wave of Black Metal, its ending guitar solos reminiscent of Bathory's Heavy Metal energy. It showcases Varg's metallic prowess and yields to a new strain of dark anger. Before the records guitar driven presence concludes, A Lost Forgotten Spirit plays, another lengthy stint of primitive Black Metal ideology that will be immediately rectified on the next release. We hear glimmers of the genius yet to unfold, the difference between the two highlights a musicians growth, as aesthetic construct and tempo shifts arrive raw and unrefined, dispelling some of its enchanting and strange magic.

So there you have it, a mixed bag of ideas yet to settle into something concrete but taking us to a bewildered setting. Interestingly much of his music was written around this 91/92 era. What follows these songs will later be unimaginable in such crude and coarse form. Revisiting it again, a better understanding yet it has not grown on me.

Rating: 6/10

Burzum "Demo II" (1991)

 

Depending on where you venture to hear this follow up to Demo I, the quality varies greatly. This fidelity mess is further muddied by its complied nature. Including Depressive Visions Of The Cursed Warrior, later omitted to not be a Burzum song, leaves an unsolved mystery as to where this music actually originates from. I couldn't find an answer online. The other ten tracks are pulled from various rehearsal sessions of varying quality, some with drums, some without. Also present are the three songs from its predecessor. This makes for a messy listen. Three tracks appear twice but so do two songs from later releases that proceed his debut full length.

Essentially, four new tracks. Only two have drums. Between them we are showcased to the oddity of Varg's esoteric guitar riff visions. Linear movements shuffling from the dark eerie to strange metallic grooves, much like before. Only A Lost Forgotten Sad Spirit hints towards the acts future trajectory, something to be discussed later on. Stuffed with aesthetic blemishes from audio drops, swells of bass noise and playing off beat from a click track, a lack of vocals doesn't give this messy release a specific purpose. It ends up feeling hastily assembled to throw something out into the ether.

Rating: 4/10

Burzum "Demo I" (1991)

With the coldest wintery months of the year upon us, the isolating weather apt for a nostalgic journey into the heart of Black Metal's most notorious musician, Varg Vikerness. A musical genius, yet Nazi with abhorrent views convicted of arson and murder of fellow Mayhem band mate Euronymous. In the naivety of youth, these tales of church burning seemed like mythical acts of anti christian rebellion, however I was deep into the music before being deterred by the realities of its author. This is the first cassette Varg handed to his would be victim, wanting a way in on the niche elitist scene. Its cover, which includes one of his crimes, is from a pressing on Helvete Records released some time later. The original sleeve is said to be long lost for now.

These three dusky tracks, muddied by low fidelity, play like a stream of rumblings, resembling simple linear melodies and basic rhythm through its eerie, groaning distortion fuzz. In patches, one can barely hear the rough drums but the snare and kick manage to jolt this wall of sound, maintaining its pace. Remastered recordings do a great job of bringing out the double base kicks and cymbals. I'm captivated by a curiosity as to how knowing these songs taints the experience. Would fresh ears hear the brilliance in these wistful tunes that toy with metallic might and nightly dissonance?

 

The fidelity downplays it magic yet emphasizes the strange mood Varg has conjured from his Pagan and D&D influences. Lost Wisdom and Spell Of Destruction both jostle with hard grooves and eerie, esoteric melodies in such a mesmerizing way. Personality is vivid, the vision punctuated by a third synth track, which we now retroactively call Dungeon Synth. With this song you can really hear the lonely adventures into shadowy realms filled by mythical creatures. Audio quality aside, its clear that Varg started writing music with a firm footing in a majestic direction.

Rating: 5/10

Ihsahn "Ihsahn" (2024)

With the ominous lurch of self titled significance, esteemed musician Ihsahn, formerly of Emperor notoriety, returns on ambitious footing. Forging symphonies of Classical proportion, not just simple complimentary arrangements, we venture with restrained Extreme Metal aesthetics. Throaty screams and heavy percussion pave the way for swells of strings and orchestral instruments to land the powerful impact he would have once manifested through guitars on the likes of an Anthems To The Welkin At Dusk.

With colorful Jazzy inflections and Prog Rock inclinations, these dreary, sombre, atmospheric venture in a tangle between misty melancholic moods and multifaceted, mercurial melodies. Lead guitars often cut through this rich symphonic layer, playing a second expressive voice to the routine groans of Ihsahn's one dimensional cries.

The union of such musical depth and rhythmic force makes for consistent engagement as musical tugs between its two hearts dance a line that doesn't strike sublime balance, often leaning on Metal tropes. Anima Extraneae is a keen example of Classical influences painting scenic beauty without the cage of aggression. These moments are relegated to interludes, however that richness routinely emerges in breaks between the lonely, dark, brooding tangents Ihsahn frequently explores.

When breaking into a stride of glory, the uplift of his steely clean voice is a welcome delight. These pivots empower his symphonies with comforting gleams of colorful resonance, venturing close to something special but never quite fully committing. Despite hearing this inkling of greatness, Ihsahn is a powerful record, brilliantly composed and thoroughly engaging with its vision of dark and beautiful worlds.

Rating: 7/10

Behexen "Rituale Satanum" (2000)

Recently discovering Dimmu Bongir resurfaced a desire for more nefarious Black Metal. Spotify offered me up Finnish outfit Behexen, an act I'd not heard of before. Born in 94, they were clearly a product of cultural export from their Norwegian peers. This debut, Rituale Satanum, essentially encapsulates the next logical progression, taking fundamentals and dialing up the intensity. Its in their ridiculous, over the top vocals that Behexen find an edge, instilling terror though chord shredding screams and gravelly howls that can make your skin crawl. Paired with baritone deliveries of ritual chant, they invoke Satan with a seriousness I can only laugh off in bemusement.

The record is an unrelenting ride of hellish fright, pummeling rattling blast beats and shredding evil atonal power chord arrangements, this plays an atypical experience, delighting in a fiendish execution of wicked ideals. Shadowy melodies shrouded in intense aesthetics punctuate an ungodly mood. Manic bursts of frenzied paced led by ripping guitars liven up the closing tracks. Rare lulls between unending onslaught often come masked by esoteric vocal spectacles to illuminate a sinful atmosphere.

Without directly emulating its obvious inspirations, Behexen gracefully bestow their graven personality. Far from ground breaking but firmly their own beast, only Baphomet's Call plays out vibes reminiscent of the Black Metal pioneers, specifically early Immortal. Its mid-tempo busing is one of my favorite cuts across the record. The production is hard, often peaking with distortion guitars melding into a harsh fuzz. Somehow it works. A tad ridiculous with its thematic over the top embrace of satanism but then again isn't that the point? Worth a listen for fans of early Black Metal.

Rating: 6/10

Dimmu Bongir "Dark Medieval Hash" (2024)

 

After running the For All Tid playbook, our comedic stoners return with an incremental progression on the nostalgic 90s sound I adore. Muddying up the parody, Satyricon's debut takes thematic focus in name and cover art alone. With Dark Medieval Has, these musicians start to express their own ideas. Chunky distortion riffs and majestic keyboard melodies not so easily identified, emerge from the evil dusky aesthetic. 

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, little surprise awaits in construct or design. We essentially embark on another dark venture through the mystical imaginations of these rebellious Norweigns, inspired by paganism, the occult and merciless frozen forests.

Certain songs hit harder than others. Pipens Åpenbaring has a wonderfully esoteric synth melody at its opening. With a rather ambitious climax, the song amasses rich sinister organs. Along its way, a Spanish acoustic guitar is introduced, much like Old Man's Child once incorporated its brittle tone to the Black Metal architecture.

A Witch Is Stoned wins the "best song" competition. A clear favorite with a powerful, magical, mischievous synth hook. The keyboard riff toys with low to high dynamics reminiscent of Dimmu Borgir's Spellbound By The Devil. Its guitar solo, intentionally jarring, scratchy and shrill, also feeling reminiscent of that landmark record.

Dark Medieval Hash has been a blast but also shows this band can do more than just emulate. I hope they continue to expand on this nostalgic revival and perhaps venture into new terrain from that different point in time. If they simply continue with this formula, I will be entertained either way. Great stuff!

Rating: 7/10

Dimmu Bongir "Hvis Pipen Tar Oss" (2023)

 

 

What on earth is this? A stoner's parody of my beloved Dimmu Borgir? Perfect! Well, that's actually so... what comedic kicks are discernible through throaty howls and song titles, like Bongblåst, plays second fiddle to the music. The greenthumb humor is clearly an excuse to revel in early Symphonic Black Metal, which I happen to adore. With a rough around the edges production, Bongir capture the nostalgia in a bottle.

 

Reworking the For All Tid playbook, no surprises fluster this listener. Hvis Pipen Tar Oss plays a familiar beast, writing new incarnations steeped in its ancient architecture. Occasionally they encroach on plagiarism with a riff or melody, most notably with the opening guitars of Røk hans pip. Piano interludes, dingy acoustic guitar breaks and deep heathen vocals drop in Norwegian tongue just like Borgir did in their early days.

 

 Pagan Rips, a reference to Mayhem, holds astral swirly melodies and potent tunes uncannily close to The Kovenant. Its main hook a clear lift from the classic Bizzare Cosmic Industries. A win for this adoring fan but this does question what should classify as a cover or original? The song does eventually deviate in its own direction.

Another standout, Transylvanian Munchies, pays tribute in parody alone, to legends Darkthrone, who didn't venture into the Symphnoic avenue themselves. Its the one song where stars align. Throaty growls groan at just the right intensity to get its comical lyrics across. "And I'm Still Hungry" punchline a silly delight to smirk upon.

These appropriately named musicians Gahll, Tjalladdin and the all too obvious Hashiah, have done a stellar job resurrecting a niche sound with both passion and vigor. The project is clearly a love letter to this forgotten era. Their keyboard tones feel especially well selected, giving the record a soft freshness on that front.

Hvis Pipen Tar Oss has been a delight, a nostalgic reinvention reminding me of recent discovery Këkht Aräkh. Perhaps I should invest more time in seeking out other millennial musicians obsessed with 90s Black Metal. It never occurred to me that comedy could be a convenient excuse to launch such a project. Dimmu Bongir have done it to great effect and fortunately for me, another album lays in wait!

Rating: 7/10

Oranssi Pazuzu "Muuntautuja" (2024)

  

Well accustomed with their hypnotic breed of abrasive psychedelia, Oranssi Pazuzu still play a class act to these ears. Muuntautuja falls shy of the powerful impact such an unforgiving delve into obscurity would normally bestow. Privy to their mania, the joys of fresh madness come from moments of relief to a seemingly unceasing nausea.

This latest installment toys with an Industrial grit, felt in its stiff mechanical pace and dirtied gristly aesthetics. Each song marches into a spell, grinding the axe through mesmeric repetitions. Dense webs of darkly noise amass to paint feverish sweats of isolated lunacy, a punishing tour through the cramp canals of mental derangement.

Not every song releases the mounting pressure. Sticking firmly to gritty drones of eerie discomfort, occasional magic emerges through glistening piano melodies and emboldened baselines flashing touches of groove. Often shadowy by design, the relief is a less evil that offers respite, only to keep one swelled within its teary darkness.

Hautatuuli steps back from axe grinding intensities to spin cinematic style horror scores to a truly chilling atmosphere. Its steady brooding intensifies into a angered rumble, restraining itself in contrast to the rest of the record. A keen highlight among a steady cruelty this harrowing trip through the shadows of the mind bestows.

Muuntautuja is brilliant yet familiar. Its aesthetic entanglement, an orchestration of menacing details, plays to great strength. The rountine drone of repetitious loops relegates much of its intensity to a familiar despairing mood. A few moments among its forty plus minutes elevates its magic for brief passages. Those were its treasures.

Rating: 7/10

Zeal And Ardor "Grief" (2024)

 

Now a seasoned act, Zeal And Ardor's third full length has soured in lack of reverence. I'd previously been enamored with their dreary, foreboding yet somehow colored fusion of Black Metal, Chain Gang chants and Electronics. This re-imagining of the genres anti religion inspirations birthed excitement. Unique atmospheres and musical oddities emerged from this exploration, both in concept and execution. Powerful themes and striking compositions, twisting both aesthetics and melodic expectations, yet somehow packaged for consumption. This promising act delivered some amazing experiences in years but on this outing, those ideas run short.

Grief retreads familiar themes, lacking cunning for the shock and awe that surprised beforehand. Leaning on dreary atmospheres, the album routinely tries to foray into theatrical lullabies, toned down interludes with subtle instrumentation, striding for something grandiose, emotional and impacting. The vision gets broken up by the bands various shades, leaning into particulars rather than fusing them together.

Mediocrity and tone rotation seems to dispel each songs magic. Plenty of interesting aesthetics and compositions individually emerge but rarely do they converge. Clawing Out is one excellent track that does this. Dissonant guitar noise and creepy whispered chats lure us into the eerie as hastening guitar riffs jostle for impact. Increasing tensions loop over, building on prior ideas before striking us with gratifying siren synths and a thudding distorted bass drum. Its a rhythmic oddity that just works.

Une Ville Vide was another unique cut, a cozy yet mysterious keyboard piece more akin to a Dungeon Synth record. Other than those two songs, not much resonated with me. I do however appreciate the craft. This experience strikes me as being more about my own personal mood than the record itself. I expected a lot more but left sadly quite disappointed. I'm interested to look up the broader reception this received.

Rating: 5/10

Labyrinthus Stellarum "Tales Of The Void" (2023)

  

Progenitor to Vortex Of The Worlds, this inaugural effort suffers the knowledge of its own infancy. In light of a stellar brilliance yet to come, this album rides high and mighty through the cosmos, somehow with the wind sucked from its sails. Lurching in the shadow of its successor, the precise mechanical rattle of stiff drum machines and shrill elongated howls paint an amateurish impression. Retroactive listening perceives blemishes to be ironed out, giving Tales Of The Void the impression of a demo.

Spending time within its galactic realm reveals a magnetic, indulging charm. Cruising song structures and epic astral melodies pull us adrift through the void without a care for reality. Leaning heavily on its exotic synth, striking me now as a xylophone drowning in reverberations, a leaner aesthetic makeup adorns these colorful songs. The crux of its magic emanates from these bright, steadily paced keyboard tunes, with the underlying rhythmic section driving intensities steady, grindy notation shifts.

With barely a peak or valley in sight, consistent mood stands a key strength. If any weakness is present, stints where synths step aside for other instruments often play dull. An impressive entry given its a narrower set of ideas playing out. The band establish their identity firmly at the offset. I can't help but feel I should of started here. As expressed, knowledge of the genius to follow tainted my view. Fortunately I've enjoyed this and have hopes the continue to evolve as musicians with a vision.

Rating: 7/10