Showing posts with label Black Metal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black Metal. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 November 2024

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

Sunday, 10 November 2024

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

Friday, 1 November 2024

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

Thursday, 31 October 2024

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

Monday, 28 October 2024

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

Thursday, 12 September 2024

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

Sunday, 4 August 2024

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

Wednesday, 31 July 2024

Erang "The Kingdom Is Ours" (2024)

 

 Now over twenty albums deep, one might suspect familiarity to dominate first impressions. What awaits within, is quite a humbling surprise. Wonderment and novelty return as Erang unites the Dungeon Synth scene on a gallant stride to glory. The Kingdom Is Ours plays as a love letter to the shared passions among his peers. Its title reflects a unity tied into the realms of imagination led kingdom lore.

Pulling in both legends Mortiis, Depressive Silence, Jim Kirkwood and contemporaries into the fold, nine of its thirteen songs play in collaboration with a fondness, steady paced and endearing. Together, the spooky realms meander by in a stiff nostalgic peculiarity, a whimsical stroll through ancient fantasy melodies of shadow and wonder.

Acting alone, Erang's solo efforts feel expectant. Yet Heroes takes a bold stride upon a scenic frenzy of bellowing percussive strikes and gong strikes delivering warring drama. A grabbing moment, bi-polar to the luscious aquatic lullaby of Isles. Its beachy sound design and exotic steely lead synth deliver a melancholic warmth over these endearing and serine plucked acoustic guitars. Its a firm highlight of mine.

The collaborative peak is undoubtedly with Dame Silú de Mordomoire, who flips one of Erang's classically eerily bleak and emotionally morose indulgences on a dime. With her arrival... transformation, a beautifully graven gushing of sorrow unloads. Her deep operatic voice replaces the viola halfway in unleashing a brilliance held within.

Other notable indulgences include moments of scratchy low-fidelity embrace. One with Hedge Wizard, an unraveling of ghostly groans and fiendish shivering guitar leads. The other with Fief, on the albums title track. Its baroque, royal fantasy vibes so expectant yet mutated into a fierce Summoning alike Black Metal stint, lined with drums from the deep, howling screams and Tolken inspired spoken word segments.

This has felt like a special moment in Dungeon Synth, a scene which for me has become tired. As a spark of light in the dark, this union of artists birthed some much needed freshness. Mostly, it played like a love letter to craft and community, a revel in shared creative obscurity. Its been an intriguing moment to celebrate, also introducing me to a handful of new names to investigate!

Rating: 8/10

Saturday, 27 July 2024

Labyrinthus Stellarum "Vortex Of The Worlds" (2024)

  

Thematically esoteric with astral overtones, this stunning album art strips away any doubts to its lovecraftian cosmic horror influences. Shrill tremolo guitar leads, howling blast beats and elongated screams shrouded in reverb undoubtedly carry all the hallmarks of Atmospheric Black Metal. Tales Of The Void sounds unshakably familiar in design, yet excels with fresh excitement as a Post-Metal delivery of grand, scaling, epic melodies and an exotic symphonic component align for a very memorable listen.

Decent song writing underpins the experience, stellar melodies and a prevailing tunefulness solidifies its catchy ear worming nature. A cacophony of pummeling drums and void descending screams act as sways of intensity and tempo, the ebb and flow, stuttering between tense scenic breaks and descending cosmic eruptions. Together, among dense guitar noise, they guide the musics key component, synths.

Woven deep into the mix, their aesthetic offerings range from unusual and specular, to common and atypical for darkly space themed music. Sparks fly when delving into a mix of bell, woodwind and metallic toned virtual instruments. Foreign for this genre, an unusual fit mostly used to drive home immense cosmic melodies. The aforementioned atypical synths play the subtle role of reinforcing its atmospheric underpinnings.

Another well-earned merit goes to the heathen clean vocals that rise up underneath those howling dirty screams. Its another avenue for one to gorge upon these dazzling melodies they concoct. Initially a ghastly beast of extreme Black Metal, this prevailing tuneful charm becomes the key take-away, a keen triumph for a band in this lane.

 Its only blemish? What seems like programmed drums occasionally amplifies an repetitive drone in its rapid strikes, possibly intentional but definitely sounding stiff in patches. Tales Of The Void is a Stellar record, possibly my favorite Metal record this year? Well worth a spin for fans of extreme music with a crafty focus on melody.

Rating: 8/10

Saturday, 11 May 2024

Arcanist "Avero​í​gne" (2024)

 

An unshakable grin emerged upon arrival of this record. Sadly, a single listen shattered that excitement and its not returned since. Avero​í​gne is a drastic departure from Poseidonis and Hyperborea. Gone is the Berlin School 70s electronic mystique. That esoteric tension has been dissipated, replace by Fantasy melodies and Folk instrumentation evoking ancient cultural charms. In brief stints it find charisma and conjures vivid visions. With other strides, an absence. The occasional clumsy folly of odd ideas spew in bursts, breaking up what spells it briefly builds anticipation for.

The first four songs feels separate. The acoustic guitars, akin to the Diablo soundtrack at its conclusion, define its new direction yet rarely does the music stirs much emotion. Its a meandering mess of ideas that lacks the grip on me to express its own purpose.

With the arpeggio rumble of old school synth, the two part Colossus Of Ylourgne feels like a bridge between the new direction and old. Its dramatic opening upends a monster of tension as fiery choral voices cry with demonic intent. Sadly, this dissipates swiftly, never to return as the music again meanders in many directions, even into a blast beat led Black Metal stint, reminiscent of Blut Aus Nord's Saturnian Poetry.

I've struggled to enjoy this one. Its has its moments but they are disconnected by a slew of ideas that to my memory feel less fleshed out and layered that what came before. You could tell me Avero​í​gne was made by a different artist and id believe it!

Rating: 4/10

Thursday, 22 February 2024

Darkspace "-II" (2024)

 

Surprise evaporates into disappointment. After a decade long hiatus, Darkspace mysteriously re-emerge from the void armed with negative two, a singular forty seven minute epic that adds little to their repitour. With a particular breed of cosmic Black Metal, this trio forge dense, unforgiving walls of bleak sound. A droning masquerade of astral oddities channeled through unsettling grimace. Condensed guitars thrum and whir in discontent, bleed with subtle stellar synths to brood an aesthetic mesmerizing an eerie embrace of the vast measureless void. From endless shadows, beastly groans and guttural howls malign themselves with steely tremolo plucked melodies, descending with a sinister stance. Powered on by shuddering, thudding sub kicks, the music groans, burdened by its union with the abandon of an infinite nothing.

The track is suited to ambient appreciations of its darkly flavor, maneuvering between mellowed lurches and impending brevity in bleak lengthy passages. The album feels like three distinct sections with intentional retreats from its darkest plunges. Despite this, the crawling pace didn't birth a sense of reaching anything climatic or conclusive. It simply arises, then sinks back into the black. Not to suggest the ride was sluggish, more of a suspended astonishment that never arrives. I recall being enthralled by their prior effort III I. After ten years hoping a return might one day occur, this record felt as if no time had passed at all, a very familiar sound reignited without a sniff of evolution.

Rating: 6/10

Wednesday, 27 December 2023

Arkhtinn "三度目の災害" (2023)

  

 Pulling no surprises, another intense installment of Symphonic Black Metal plunges into a familiar abyss. Using blast beats as its unrelenting propellant, rattling drums steer an unending wall of sound. Screams howl and distortion guitars roar. Choral keys gleam towards the night sky with an undying sense of rising epic. On occasion, glistening patterns of synths sparkle with astral wonder. The music sways, rarely taking its foot of the gas, predictably finding its way back to calamitous climaxes.

The second of its two twenty minute plus halves is more gratifying. The texture of its ferocity a dangerous concoction. Hopeful lead guitars tinge with shimmers of positive melody yet shrouded by a grim blackness. Its followed by glittery ascending, descending cosmic synths, an interesting arrangement stiring the pot on this frightening brew. After calms and void circling plummets pass by, the lead guitars return to unite the narrative, culminating in a last stand full of dying screams and relentless pounding that gives way to a bleak aftermath of pale distortions.

This track defines itself as the better of two but ultimately feels somewhat stale in the wake of all the other albums before it. Arkhtinn has mastered their own sound but now that mastery offers little new other than the comforts of returning to familiar footings.

Rating: 6/10

Friday, 15 December 2023

Myrkur "Spine" (2023)

After the aptly name Folkesange, Danish outfit Myrkur return to the Black Metal tinged aesthetics of their origins. Spine muddies the waters with an uncanny sense akin to a "covers album". Like Humans sets this striking tone, the "talk to me like humans do" chorus arises from a rubble of darkly guitar rumblings and morose pianos nestled in a foggy, swampy drone. The cadence and melodies of Amalie Bruun carry an elevated yet contrasting spirit, rhythm and rhyme akin to catchy yet emotive Synthpop.

Continuously, her knack for lyrical delivery evokes this peculiarity again and again. Other elements suggested similar feelings too. The tense, tick tock alike synth lines of Mothlike and its gleaming flush, a rapid melodic guitar solo that erupts from an initial dark rumble, this too felt like a differing origin brought to to serve a peculiar chemistry.

As the album runs, many inspirations are woven into its fabric. A strange mix of hazy subdued extremity and light shining through gloomy clouds. Blazing Sky brings the bloat and bombast of a sludgy Doom Metal riff to the mercy of Brunn's earthly, gentle voice. Again, its illuminating pivot into a catchy chorus gives this unshakable sense of an original piece re-imagined through a dark and contrasting genre.

After many spins and much pointless research, I've learned of this records authenticity and grown to adore its peculiar position. It speaks volumes to its chemistry as these magnetic songs carry multiple spirits in tandem. The band have yielded a record that doesn't fallen into any typicality or genre pitfalls. Gracefully, they brew great music with their own unique spirit. Its been a breath of fresh air to say the least!

Rating: 8/10

Sunday, 5 November 2023

Këkht Aräkh "Night & Love" (2019)

 

Another early 90s Black Metal love letter! Unlike its predecessor Pale Swordsman, Këkht Aräkh's first full length seems a fraction too generic among the many who try to capture that era. Its gritty aesthetics are harsh, a crisp coldness splattered with clattering percussion over blurry rumbling baselines. Shriek howls, throaty cries and noisy distortion guitars paint a familiar sight of unrelenting Norwegian darkness.

On this debut outing, an arsenal of all to typical arrangements fail to muster excitement in the wake of all that came before. Despite its competency and mastery of the grim aesthetic, the aggressive stints of loose blast beats, shrill tremolo guitar and beastly shouts from the shadows fail to add to the conversation. It left the project feeling like a typical cast iron clone from an era that many have tried to recreate.

Night & Love, however, is littered with lonely interludes, sullen moments of reclusive beauty. Hints of nature intruding on soft folkish lullabies and ethereal acoustic guitars. They play as a treat of their own between the hard shadowy onslaughts. On occasion accompanied by a tender clean male voice, these sometimes eerie and often melancholic tunes swiftly became the most intriguing aspects of the record.

Its no place for me to say what an artist should do with their music but hearing this tandem of a unique voice, wedged between a clear and shared obsession with early Norwegian Black Metal, has me feeling as if their talents are misguided. Këkht Aräkh has caught my attention with an impressionable nostalgic venture yet they clearly have something else to offer. The two are yet to merge in a fruitful way as I hear it.


Wednesday, 1 November 2023

Këkht Aräkh "Pale Swordsman" (2021)

 

Perhaps not a love letter but an embodiment of Black Metal before 94, one man band Këkht Aräkh's retrograde approach is a vivid artistic capture. With both its low-fi aesthetics and raw musical ideals, this project could convince seasoned listeners of imagined early origins. Many of its compositions rehash Burzum and Darkthrone, slipping itself into that era. The later seeming the dominant of two obvious inspirations.

Of course this is a product of our current era. Widespread accessibility and distribution lets musicians peer into the past and examine what might of been. Pale Swordsman adds little to the conversation, the core of its music drawing stiffly from the riffing techniques, drum patterns and arrangements that made the pioneers so unique. Disguising melodies within distortion dissonance, ambushing subtle grooves on top of stark breaks, all housed under a loose incessant rattle of amateur blast beats.

Originality can be found, almost exclusively within its interludes. Sad, lonely, melancholic melodies, these instrumentals conjure a soft dreary romanticism. The tender clean singing of Swordsman steers this into a charming folkish lullaby. Its a character that could have been leaned into, potentially forging a fresh take on old ideals but the two play separated, swaying between one another. An essential listen for fans of the aforementioned but nothing ground breaking, good nostalgic revival.

Rating: 7/10

Thursday, 8 June 2023

Soulside Eclipse "Soulside Eclipse I" (2023)

 

 Its been well over a decade since this project was first envisioned and executed upon. Its arrival feels like some form of closure, a haunting memory of unfinished business now laid to rest. On the heals of deep emotional pains, a change of direction in ones life became evidently necessary. The decision to focus on music for a sense of purpose and accomplishment became the goal. No longer would my guitar doodling and ambling forays into songwriting be an idol pass time but become a soul focus. Music had always been the freedom, a lone place of solace that always made sense. This had always felt right among the suffocating confusion.

Although I wanted to branch into many musical styles and sounds, the main "chapters", marked by roman numerals, would be the key ambition. These songs are a materialization of my most engulfing experiences as a musician. The project found itself unsurprisingly akin to Symphonic Black Metal, my youthful obsession of the time. The boundaries of extreme music paired with the diverse possibilities of synth tones created such an interesting terrain to explore, even if much of my own music fell into the typical formats and structures of that scene.

And so for this commentary on my own creation, I wish to give you a track by track insight into what was behind each song, as well as some dates and tidbits. Most important of all, I've spent the last thirteen years periodically listening and playing along to these tracks in their MIDI format. That means sounds synthesized by my computers hardware. I've had to bridge the gap with my imagination, always fearing it might not translate as I heard it. Having worked with producer Enrico Tiberi to bring this creation to life, I can put that demon to rest. I do know however, I would have tortured myself over every little detail if this production had not been in the hands of a professional. Those MIDI demos will be released soon, I wanted to share that experience and let anyone who's curious hear this music as I have done for so long.

The Curse Of The Eclipse was conjured after the inception of this album. Its name signifies my relationship to auditory emotion. As some of the brightest, uplifting vibes the record offers, it kicks things off with its glistening acoustic guitars, bold basslines and light guitar solo. This song was written to serve the albums flow, as the music creeps from this sunny start into the darkest reaches with Black Hordes Rising. Born of guitar jams and time spent toying with acoustic strummed melodies, things came together swiftly for this number with the final phases being written at different intervals.

Anxious Obscurity was born from a low point, a personal pain which hit me hard. My resolution was to turn these difficult feelings into a song. So I went home, sought out sombre chords, reveled in melancholy and threw in some aggression for the anger betrayal brings. It was a fascinatingly focused affair, simply dwelling on the emotion and finding the melodies to express it. I also wrote lyrics alongside the instrumentation. Knowledge of such will illuminate the strange cadence of the synths on this song, they were originally intended to signify the words pacing and pitch, a mix of softly sung sorrows and angered screams over the distortion guitars.

Bury My Soul dates back as far as 2004. It was among a handful of rudimentary "first songs". This one however seemed to resonate with my friends who loved the lead piano melody. That initial riff, synth and piano setup was the whole show. As years went by I would periodically return to it with complimenting additions, figuring out its trajectory and destination over much time. Although it may seem basic among more accomplished pieces on the record, that initial melody has everything I ever wanted to capture. The simplicity is its charm in my opinion and this track along with the next one, best represent the innocence of those amateurish baby steps into song writing.

Emporic Rain, not a typo, dates back to 06. Its a rather ambitious set of scaling, menacing riffs that pummel away with a fiery spirit. Paired with rather strange synths and spots of unconventional drum patterns, at least for Metal. It all converges on a grand rocking riff, laced with pianos to see it out. That ending was written many moons later. Having received a touch of polish and fine tuning over the years, its clumsy amateurish stride is still present, and one I adore. With this track I always felt the passion and vision somehow pushes past my lacking skills of the day.

With a struggle for words, The Elemental Forge is perhaps the "outdone myself" moment. Written almost to completion in 07, its had the most enduring presence. Its origins feel almost mysterious now but I know I was inspired by Dimmu Borgir's Stormblast. Trying to emulate those simple, slower paced, higher register power chords, the song quickly derailed into its own beast, exploring wild extremes with blast beats erupting from a nebula of astral synths, transitioning into rocking power chord progressions and the groovy drum pedals that kick in underneath. Its magic is a strong, persuasive one that sways me to its mercy every time!

2009 now. Nestled somewhere among the peak of my drug abuse and self disregard, in the early hours of a substance fueled party I found a song emanating from within. What started as guitar doodling quickly funneled into a vivid vision, lavished with multiple synth tracks, pianos, guitar solos and more! Like a man possessed I commanded the computer in the room for many hours until the sun rose, writing all the instrumentation into Guitar Pro, the software I used to compose then, and still do to this day. I imagine a few touch ups came in among the following days but this rapturous plunge into darkly majestic wonder simply poured out of me in a single night. It seems it was a moment of Arcane Pandemonium! Perhaps... I made that up just now, the song name just simply sounded cool, in fact it was originally called Imperial Wizardry, a joke name. The later originally being called Diabolical as well. When first committing the music to a file name, I just throw down the first thing that comes to mind and decide on a proper name later on.

The record has steadily grown deep and dark, this next beat dares to venture further. Written in 08, Black Hordes Rising started as an exercise in extremity, a dare to be wild and cunning, pushing my writing to new heights. Deeply inspired by Emperor's Anthems To The Welkin At Dusk, studying its composition gave me all sorts of ideas and new takes on song writing. That clearly manifested here. I also got to throw in that guitar fret tapping lick as the song transitioned into a pummeling grind for its outro. That one had been in my arsenal for quite some time. The track also housed a ridiculous inhuman blast beat that had to be creatively substituted for this record, you will get to hear the original idea when the MIDI demos are released. The attached synth at the end is known as "conspiracy", a doddle from learning FL Studio that I found really captivating. It serves as a curious oddity to break the mood before our final track.

Written in 09, My memory of Ensl is strangely foggy. Or at least writing the guitar solo is. The name comes from a musical session where I was trying to emulate chemistry from an Enslaved song. In my futile attempts, I fumbled onto something totally different, a series of discordant riffs with a lovely warm uplift from the baseline. The song cruises through these riffs in a repetitious notion, reveling on the throbbing drums. The flushes of lead guitar, its eruption into a solo and looping outro gave the whole song such a beautiful character. Its place at the end is perfect, pivoting from the Symphonic Black Metal template into its own Shoegazing stride to see out the record with a climax echoing some of the vibes laid out at the records opening.

And there it is, a track by track breakdown of the record. Where do we go from here? I just don't know. What initially suspended this project became the very thing to finance it. All the other paths that could of been walked, who knows what musical creations it would of led me too. What I am certain of is the great weight that's been lifted. Strangely, It doesn't matter to me how far it reaches or if people love it as much as I do. There is a great peace in just knowing it is out there in the world for others to discover. Why I could never be content with keeping it too myself is a question I have no answer for. What is expression if no one else hears it? Perhaps that is the reason why.

Tuesday, 23 May 2023

In The Woods... "Diversum" (2022)

 

Reveling in glum and stormy scenery, drizzly guitars moan and slumberous singing swoons to be routinely assailed by gleams of heathen melody. Diversum is another glorious gallop through the rainy seasons of Scandinavian inspiration. Now three albums deep into Anders Kobro's unlikely resurrection of a historic yet niche Black Metal outfit, five years pass for In The Woods to return with a familiar tone and theme.

Exploring the relationship between shrill guitar distortions and dreary acoustic melodies, burly melodic singing and howling screams, careful grooves and flurries of blast beats, its craft is a familiar one. Ancient story telling and natural scenery, elicited through dynamics as plunges of aggression and abrasion sway in torment of its tuneful appeal, always sullen and bordering on the bleak. It allows for many a gratifying moment as relief from key persuasions that arise from gloomy tensions.

Occasionally they delve into the metallic fray, focusing on a grizzly groove or mean scream. Otherwise its best comes from the melancholic wallow as its uplift feels locked in a wet naturalist hardship. Overall Diversum has the lighter composition, yet an aching moody temperament. Kobro's tamed voice soaring is a beacon shining through fog yet in his stride, a uncanny Mastodon resemblance often emerges.

Despite a welcoming duration and competent execution, this one somehow shies from greatness as the dreariness drowns out the catchy music wedged between its dynamics. It doesn't fire on all cylinders. For all the welcome familiarity for a band I'm fond of, the spins started strong but waned as familiar footing fumbled to dig in deep. An enjoyable experience in bursts, but one that lacked legs to go the full distance.

Rating: 6/10

Sunday, 2 April 2023

Enslaved "Heimdal" (2023)

Although finding myself not particularly in the mood for Metal as of late, Enslaved's track record of recent years had me curious at the least. No longer the same cult Black Metal band born among the Norwegian chaos of the 90s, they have continued to offer intrigue and magic as matured musicians. The once teenage founding friends Kjellson and Bjørnson are still going strong, now on their sixteenth full length!

Heimdal offers up a curios contrast of harsh excursions that drift, pivot and meander into uplifting spells, often spearheaded by its symphonic instruments, clean vocals and brighter compositions. Once accustom with its dances, the bleak distortion tones and gruff throaty howls that accompany bite less with knowledge of their destination.

Congelia possesses my favorite enchantment, marching forth, relentlessly. Stiff, ugly, grim riffs dance against hypnotic palm muted chugging. A harsh drive that is suddenly flipped, simply entrancing upon the arrival of gleaming keys. Its spacey melody echos with subtle psychedelic ping pong fade, transforming the song from its bestial grind.

The following Forest Dweller takes a different approach, starting with the lull of its soft atmospheric folk. Conjuring visions of a harder life, in endless wilderness, among ancient spiritualists. Suddenly, the music whips up into a frenzy of hasty roaring aggression, plundering us into a whirl of riffs, reminiscing classic Black Metal ideals.

As the album grows, more of its Progressive and melodic approaches get pinned against their extreme unruly origins, a dance across the fire, flirting with the prospect of getting burn. The variety is gratifying. A fascinating fluid chemistry among obvious contrasts. The Eternal Sea is another keen example. In one moment its sea bearing temperament of adventure, uplifting and glory, propelled by heathen singing ascends. In the next, its as if the world has been set ablaze by demonic forces of old. Heimdal is a worthy listen, these seasoned musicians continue to provide luminous music, managing to say a lot among sounds tired in the hands of others.

Rating: 7/10

Saturday, 18 February 2023

The Ruins Of Beverast "The Thule Grimoires" (2021)

 

Fancying a dip into darker realms again, a name from years gone by caught my eye, the German one man band known as The Ruins Of Beverast. This sixth installment, The Thule Grimoires, is softens its blow by the crisp sweetness modern productions offer. Its a blessing, an alluring warmness emanates from once shrill guitars and howling blast beats that pave a familiar path, cushioned for an attentive focus on its unruly surroundings. As the musical intensity unravels, oddities emerge at frequent intervals. An intentional alien darkness manifests, with esoteric rumblings ushering in the dusky realms of nefarious deity worship and pagan hardships.

Toying with slanted choral chants, hazy descending guitars awash in reverb and demonic gutturals, convention breaks into hellish limbos of ambiguity. These occult atmospheres come drenched with unease and tensions not aimed at the listener. Its quite pleasant to experience such crafted balance. This peering into demonic depravity plays like an observer watching mystic rituals from a distance.

Although most of the length record resides in this creative space, with a healthy range of compositions, on occasion the music gets tangled in bright melodic leads that don't quite express their purpose to this listener. A small blemish on a solid record I just haven't been in the mood for. The dark arts are not as charming with age.

Rating: 6/10

Thursday, 1 December 2022

Dimmu Borgir "Dust Of Cold Memories" (2022)

 

With a lyric plucked from Absolute Sole Right as its title, Dust Of Cold Memories accompanies the recent Remixed & Remastered celebration of Puritanical Euphoric Misanthopia. Comprised of two halves, The Kolbotn Tapes and Prepod Session, these aged, degraded demos offer a curious insight into the albums creative process. The five Preprod songs are most intriguing. Recorded before all elements had converged, they play with many missing pieces and placeholders around its core musical ideas.

One of the PEM's finest crafts, Blessings Upon The Throne Of Tyranny, stands apart in its nakedness, the arsenal of razor grinding riffs completely absent. Hearing it at this stage illuminates their creative process. We see etchings of inspiration converge not unlike how you might of expected. With such a riveting rhythm guitar performance, I would of strongly guessed it was central to its formation but apparently not so. The other tracks aren't as insightful. One can hear absent contributions and entirely dropped ones too but mostly these songs arrived at this stage relatively fleshed out.

Of the Koltbotn Tapes, Fear & Wonder stands rather distant from its final incarnation with a persistent militant snare and bare piano chords. The other five arrive in varying fidelity. Loud clicking drums, occasional shouts and voices are heard, along with roomy rehearsal room ambiences being a common trait. With the songs fully formed out this point, they simply play like demos prepared before entering the studio.

Rating: 4/10