lunes, 6 de febrero de 2017


Por fin tenemos aquí el primer larga duración de la banda irlandesa que tan buenas expectativas había creado con su primer Ep de hace año y medio aproximadamente. El estilo presente en aquel primer trabajo sigue latiendo en este álbum pero más elaborado para obtener un resultado final mucho mejor. Seis temas integran este "Pledge Nothing but Flesh", aunque un par de ellos son instrumentales pero no por ello carecen de importancia en el conjunto. El álbum se inicia con una breve intro que da paso a la más absoluta violencia y oscuridad de sonido. El estilo de la banda se había situado a medio camino entre el death y el black, pero con bastante importancia para ciertos elementos más cercanos al doom. Asistir a la audición de este trabajo es sumergirse en un ambiente casi que agobiante, repleto de violencia y de oscuridad en donde la guitarra y la batería construyen un muro casi que impenetrable, que se consolida gracias al buen apartado vocal de la mano de Cathal Hughes que tiende a unos registros cercanos también al death, con gusto por las afinaciones graves y contundentes. Pero no todo en este álbum se centra en la parte más brutal del género musical, Scáth na Déite saben perfectamente marcar los tempos y su música también se ve desbordada por elementos más pausados que añaden un atmósfera siniestra pero que también sirven de pausa en medio del caos. Ni que decir tiene que seguimos asistiendo al nacimiento y evolución de una banda, que sin lugar a dudas, tiene por delante un futuro bastante esperanzador, comenzando desde ya con este "Pledge Nothing but Flesh". (8,7).

1. Sí Gaoithe 01:03  instrumental
2. Bloodless 10:53
 The Things I Wish I Could Unsee 
The Music I could Silence 
When We Are Left Behind 
When Old Fears Grow Strong 
Who Of This World Will See The Face Of God 
When We Are Buried 
When We Are Forgotten 
When We Are Forced To Question 
Mark Their Skin And Tear Their Hearts Out 
It Takes A Dying Man To See The Truth 
It Holds Back The Answers 
It Waits Patiently 
It Fuels Hatred At The Self 
It's Name Is Uncertainty 
And It's Music Will Not Be Silenced 
We Have No Blood To Give 
These Lands Echoe Our Names 
Yet They Could Not Be Further From Your Lips 
We Have No Place In This World 
As An Effigy Of The Story Teller 
Laid Restless In His Tomb 
Where His Words Beat Hopelessly Against The Stone That Traps Him 
You Must Spill Blood To See The Face OF God 
So Mark Our Skin And Tear Our Hearts Out 
We Stand Bloodless Before You 
As You Force Us In To The Shadows 
And We Scream Out In The Dark 
You Will Pass From This World Grey And Silent 
Where We Will Linger Hopeless 
With The Story Teller In His Tomb 
BeatIng Our Heads Against The Stone
3. This Unrecognized Disease 10:02
  Faceless, Desolate, This Isolation 
It Tears Mind, Body And Soul 
These Cruel Empty Days Seem Unending, Uncertain 
And Where Crule Words Are Whispered 
There Is No Escaping The Flame 
The Mind Is Blinded By Disease 
Stricken, The Search For Clarity 
Failing To Recognise The Peril Where Dormant Anxiety Gathers
Pledge Nothing But Flesh 
And Trust Only In Death 
The Silence, The Waiting 
That Familiar Presence 
Resentment Towards The Self 
Pacing, Unnerving, The Steps By The Door 
What Fresh Torture Do They Beckon 
To Drink Poison Is To Them The Only Cure 
Not Untl Your Demise Will This Torment Cease 
Not Until Your Spirit Is Driven From You 
This Unrecognized Disease, Dormant Superstition, Living Decay 
Alone To Wander In Your Mind 
Free From This World, Free From A Mothers Curse 
Free To Gaze In Complete Apathy 
At The Limbs That Writhe Beneath You 
As They Twist And Blacken 
The Very Soil Resonated 
The Land Screamed Out 
But You Were Mute
4. Fáilte na Marbh 01:50  instrumental
5. The Shackled Mind 12:08
  Sat Alone, Your Silent Contemplation 
Illuminated In The Candles Dying Flame 
Sat In Frustration With Agonising Thoughts Of Failed Endeavours 
You Came To Them With Wounds Torn Open 
A Body Wrought With Desperation 
And All Who Would Help Are Denied Absolution 
Tradgedy Has Marked Your Life 
Dulled Your Teeth And Ground Your Bones To Dust 
A Mind In Shackles 
Chained Since Birth To A Broken Ideal 
You Have Grovelled Before Their Altar 
Yet Still They Offer No True Salvation 
Allow Death To Consume True Redemption 
Force The Spirit Into Pathetic Submission 
Helpless You Left Alone To Seek Out A Forgotten Truth 
Hidden Behing Blinded Eyes 
Blinded By Age Not Ignorance 
A Terrifying Reality That Rests Beneath A Twisted Form 
You Have Seen Your Own Death 
You Are Hateful At Yourself For Living 
Sat Alone, In Helpless Frustration 
Lone Candle Casts Light Upon The Open Coffin 
That Terrible Altar Before You 
Place Stones To Hold The Doors 
And In Rabid Consuming Fury You Begin Your Task 
You Beat The Corpse 
Each Blow Drives Out A Lie 
Lies That Have Marked Your Life 
Each Broken Bone A Shackle Broken From You
6. Search Unending 10:24
Plagued By Torment A Crippling Identity Foundationless Morality That Casts Aside A Fading Beauty Left Paralysed By This Voluntary Sickness Left Deaf To Harsh Cries Futile Pleas Of The Forgotten They Drown In Their Own Blood And With Bloody Hands They Visit You To Confront You With A Crippling Realisation You Are As Dead As They Are You Will Vanish But They Will Fade Panicked By Truth, A Crippling Absolute You Cannot See The Bodies Before You Contorted They Hang In The Branches Of Trees Oblivious To Their Slow Decay Oblivious To Your Hollow Life Your Desolate Existence Your Barren Mind This Search Has No Ending There Is No Meaning That Waits To Be Found So Scream Cry Out Your Questions Dry Your Tongue And Choke On Your Words Emptiness Is All That Awaits You You Built Your World In Total Silence Now Silence Is All That Is Left To You  

Limited edition of 500 copies.

Titled as " AMPHISBAENA E.P. MMXVI" on the back cover.


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