Muy poca es la información que tenemos sobre esta, por lo que podemos intuir, one man band asturiana. Poco más hemos podido averiguar, que nace en este 2017 y que viene de presentar su primer Ep "Inn i Mørket" que contiene siete temas con una duración que roza los veintidos minutos. Su propuesta es la de un black metal con partes atmosféricas y no ha dudado en incluir temas instrumentales intercalados. La música varia entre las partes ambient que trasmiten oscuridad y frialdad, mientras que el black metal es de tintes más crudo y directo, acompañadas de unas voces desgarradas y también bastante crudas. Todo ello encajando perfectamente en una temática que trata temas fantásticos, la muerte y el padecimiento. El EP está disponible en formato digital en su página de bandcamp.
The “Okkult Witch” demo tape from 2013 gets the vinyl treatment on Witches Brew! This stunning 10″ picture disc contains the complete demo plus 2 brand new bonus tracks! All tracks have been remastered specifically for this release resulting in a crushing, all out Black Thrashing Speed Metal orgy! As an added bonus each pic disc includes a high quality woven patch featuring the front cover design! Limited to 500 copies and housed in a deluxe PVC bag with flap. Highly recommended for fans of bands like DESASTER, VENOM or DESTRÖYER 666! Released 24 April 2015!
Nueva one man band española surgida este mismo año detrás de la cual se encuentra Gurdian que también es miembro fundador y único integrante de proyectos como Astral Death o GuradianSorrow. Con Reminiscent viene de editar su primera demo "Instinctive" en formato tape que contiene cinco temas que entregan una mezcla de black con influencias atmosféricas que también emana sentimientos e influencias del black depresivo, ambient y ciertas dosis de crudeza. Pasajes repletos de distorsión y con con una ambientación densa, cruda y oscura es lo que nos vamos a encontrar a lo lardo de los poco más de trece minutos de duración de este lanzamiento. En su página e bandcamp podéis escuchar la demo competa y sacar vuestras propias conclusiones.
Primera toma de contacto en forma de Ep con esta nueva banda procedente de Toronto que entrega cuatro temas más una revisión del "Dethroned Emperor" de Celtic Frost, banda que a la postre se erige en referencia importante tanto en concepto como en el estilo de este trabajo. La banda surge el pasado año y con una corta trayectoria que no ha sido impedimento para que no perdiera el tiempo en lanzar sus primer Ep. El sonido se encuadra dentro del black deth metal, eso no deja lugar a dudas desde el comienzo con "Some Above, Most Below" tema que abre este Ep. A destacar en todos los temas el soberbia trabajo de guitarra, riffs brutales que se suceden sin compasión, densos, espesos, lodoso, con algo de melodía y con regusto a thrash o doom, que suenan brutales en la densidad y oscuridad de la producción underground. Las voces son agresivas, algunas veces se acercan a parámetros más brutales pero conservan un interesante equilibrio entre agresividad, oscuridad y violencia, transmitiendo elementos cercanos a la muerte, el ocultismo o la guerra. En conjunto, este EP suena muy convincente, con una actitud muy underground y fiel a los parámetros del metal extremo de finales de los ochenta y comienzos de los noventa, en donde el soberbio trabajo de guitarra y el buen hacer en las voces nos deja con ganas de más. (8,5).
1.Some Above, Most Below05:07
Some Above, Most Below
Requiem soiled, compassion damnation Oblivion banished, equality enslavement Those meant to live shall know life Yet most shall lie below Life entitlement, falsehood humanity Inevitability, Godhead almighty Equality a false God Death is all, absolute Some above, most below Poisonous merciful, futile saviors Faulty progeny, dissolution inhuman Those meant for death still know life Crippling the natural Tolerate, Philanthropy Pity, Mercy Natural Mockery Blasphemy Natural order, Lord over all Some above, most below…
2.What Can Be Broken... Must Be Broken06:48
What Can be Broken…
Genocidal intransigence Holocaust triumphant Heralds of extinction Devastation’s trumpeters Hammer upon the nape Of both frail and weak Culling masses of knaves New world mass grave Death gift apocalypse Eradication proliferate Bell tolls for them The ones chosen What can be broken… Must be broken Tyrant’s dawn arising Elimination destiny World noose tightens Ropes over necks No diggers for graves All land decayed What can be broken…must be broken Weakest lives encouraged to die Inevitability of death is the truth above all
3.Breeding Ruin07:39
Black Twilight injection Lost in abhorrence Addicted to decadence Graduated chalice These gifts were made for you Bathe in perverted waters Shower in ecstasy Breathe of the burning Choking on depravity The gifts we bring to you Breeding ruin Existence is misery Salvation through narcotic means Knife edge crossing tracks Nooses cinched upon throats Razors perched over veins Hair trigger salvation The gift of death bestowed Bleeding ruin Drink of the poison, granting demise Withered fingers Grant suicide Welcoming death Grasp oblivion Bleak path chosen, breeding ruin Life spilling free Bleeding highways All roads to nowhere Welcoming ruin
4.Fallen Figure of Futility03:45
Devastation triumphant Genocidal elitism Attaining oblivion Enshrouded in nothingness Weep the heavens Pity of Angels Exalted extinction Fallen Figure of Futility Executioner’s trumpet Apocalypse echoes Showered in torment Ascend to extinction
5.Dethroned Emperor (Celtic Frost cover)05:25
See the portal, gate to madness
Locked forever in a veil of shame Deny extraction - Thirst for disgrace Watch his break - The emperor's killed Light of the day - Shadows from beyond Scaffold of steel - The throne has gone Dethroned emperor The foot of the stairs, dimension in might The king sits, his eyes are glass Growing of the small - The laughter's fall Can you deny - Remaining cries? Descent of the lords - Into the trap Existence and hate - Unseen gate Dethroned emperor
Origen: Francia, Marsella Formados: 2008 Estilo: Black, death Temática: Filosofía, ocultismo y satanismo Enlaces: Bandcamp, Corpus Diavolis Y facebook Miembros:
AnalyserGuitarra
DaemonicreatorBajo y voces
FuneralBajo
KericoffGuitarra
King HaDBatería
Discografía:
Nightsky OrgiaEP2009
RevoluciaCD2010
Corpus Diavolis / Total SatanSplit2011
EntheogenesisCD2013
Blasphemies of the Elder GodsSplit2014
Atra LumenCD2017
ApocatastaseCD2021
Elixiria EkstasisCD2024
ATRA LUMEN (2017)
Con una formación que se ha mantenido bastante estable en sus casi diez años de carrera y con una trayectoria que a base de buenos y variados lanzamientos, no sólo les ha servido para asentarse, sino que también les sirve para emerger de la escena más underground y darse a conocer a otro público. Sin lugar a dudas, esta tercera obra de los de Marsella a supuesto un importante paso adelante en cuanto a madurez y sonido. Su música, aunque encasillada dentro del patrón del black death, tiene muchos valores añadidos y riqueza de matices, siendo el doom una de las mayores influencias que podemos encontrar en el conjunto de este lanzamiento. Guitarras de riffs lentos y densos acompañan a casi todas las composiciones, deteniendo el tiempo y sonando demoledores, sin acaparar todo el protagonismo, pero que sin embargo, suenan brutales en el conjunto final de sonidos extremo black-detah. La batería cumple su función a la perfección, no es un apartado que destaque, pero de manera más o menos sencilla se acomoda perfectamente a la densidad y profundidad de la mezcla, capaz de sonar profunda y potente a la par que violenta y rápida cuando se hace necesario. Las voces siguen un patrón similar, no hay alardes innecesarios, Daemonicreator pone su talento en forma de voces cavernosas, densas y profundas, al servicio de la banda. Como resultado final, hay que destacar el ambiente ocultista que por momentos se torna ritualista que emana de la audición de una banda, que como comentaba anteriormente, con un trabajo constante a lo largo de su carrera, esta llamada a destacar. (8,1).
Origen: Bélgica. Formados: 2012 Estilo: Black, death Temática: Brujería, demonolatría y posesiones. Enlaces: Facebook. Miembros:
I. DveikusGuitarra
N. VmtrBajo
Pz. KpfwBatería
S. Iblis Guitarra
V. ViriakhVoces
Discografía:
His Best DeceitDemo2013
AnnelieseEP2014
Evil Spells, Volume ISplit2014
PossessionRecopilatorio2015
1585-1646EP2015
ExorkizeinCD2017
Death Before RebirthDirecto2018
Abhorrent DesecrationSplit2018
Passio Christi Part I / (Beyond the) Witch's SpellSplit2019
Passio Christi Part II / Necrophagous AbandonSplit2019
EXORKIZEIN (2017)
Hace ahora justamente cinco años que se creó la banda, su primera demo "His Best Deceit" editada al año siguiente de su su formación y su primer Ep "Anneliese" editado medio años después de la demo, ya forman parte de la historia reciente del metal extremo. Y es que los belgas desde sus inicios han despertado el interés del oyente, manteniéndose bastante fieles a su propuesta de sonido black death, aspecto que no es del nada sencillo conseguir. Con un carrera cimentada en la coherencia, el apoyo de un sello respetable y dando los pasos lentos pero en la dirección correcta, sólo era cuestión de tiempo la edición de su primer larga duración. "Exorkizein", siete temas, contando la intro que se despachan en poco más de treinta y seis minutos, estando el grueso de las composiciones por encima de los cinco minutos de duración, lo cual permite recrear esa ambientación de maldad y brujería que acaba por sumergir al oyente en una sensaciones cercanas a la posesión, aspecto que siempre ha sido recurrente en su propuesta junto con el del demonio. Su música es oscura y densa, jugando entre medias con sonidos black death, capaces de colar algún riff thrash en ciertas partes, pero que encuentra un perfecto equilibrio entre la vibración de las guitarras y sus profundos riffs y las voces profundas y lodosas de tendencia black metal. Un álbum construido de manera pausada, que muchas veces se presenta denso, el doom también podría ser una buena influencia en algunos pasajes, pero que logra trasmitir cierta épica en el conjunto final y que resulta imposible de separar de la tremenda ambientación lograda. Sin lugar a dudas habrá quien mantenga que su primera demo y su primer Ep están por encima de todo lo que pueda venir en un futuro, pero considero que "1595-1646" y este "Exorkizein" son dos trabajos de madurez y muy coherentes con sus orígenes. (8).
At the dawn, his voice inside you, you'll hear
At this point you still possess your own mind
The snake will mark your soul
Let Him explore the darkness of your heart
Plagued by pain and unexplained nocturnal fear
Hit by fever and rising rage
You'll isolate yourself from your worried kin
Walking a first step into His depths
They will tell you that you are sick
While the evil inside spreads
Even wishing for a mental disease
They will tell you that you are sick
Taking benefits from your weakness
Nonetheless for now, it's only in your head
Your worst nightmares slowly become true
The beginning of an eternal pain
Merciless, a force is playing with you
A venom corrupts your flesh and blood
Your soul is dead
But your corpse is still moving
You're now a puppet subjected to His will
You will burn
Your skin turns cold and grey
Your eyes are black like as
4.Beast of Prey03:46
I am the shepherd
Slaughtering his own lambs
The dark veil upon all eyes
As the moon eclipses the sun
Their futile preaches are sung in vain
They are all mine
All rapes, all wars
All lies that have been told for my glory
Through seven plagues
I have ruined the great Egypt
I have seen Rome
Burning by its own emperor's hand
I was the thirty silver coins
The tree and the rope
The last caress of Judas
But now you're wishing to hunt me down
As you think you're the hunter
Trying to remove the beast from his lair
Your turn will come
Run
By the blood of his brother
I messed up Cain's hands
Through his mother virtue
I made the original sin
God is just a worthless eye
I am their law
Their path
Their truth
They are already mine
Under God's apathetic eyes
I shall reign supreme
5.In Vain06:31
A sinister bell tolls at midnight
An arrogant priest walks his path
When someone calls the Devil
He always gives an answer
His slow walk tears the darkness
He will meet the Evil tonight
A door opened by a crying mother
She warns him of His might
Pray
O, Pray
The weary priest is asking
As his relatives are drowned in terror
"Can you feel the fire inside you?"
"Can you smell the sulphur
Through your sweat?"
Pray
O, Pray
Among a circle of praying believers
Tied to the bed with chains
Eyes opened and staring at the cross
Vomiting on the book of lies
Pray
O, Pray
You've warned them of his power
But his strength twists your guts with pain
You're now crying, you're imploring
In an unknown language
Hear their voices. feel the pain
Your soul caught by demonic hands
Eyes turn black, skin turns grey
A smile appearing on your face
Seared and wounded, you lose control
Preaches resound in vain
Now your skin becomes cold
You scream a last roar from beyond
Fall away
Death seems sweet
But now Evil reigns inside, Evil reigns
Around you, cries and screams
You're slowly passing away
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Says the one who caused your death
Conservando todavía la mitad de la formación original y siendo lo más destacable para este nuevo álbum la inclusión en el apartado vocal de Henry Hämäläinen. Sin lugar a dudas hace cuestión de unos años reseñamos en este mismo lugar su anterior trabajo "Omega Arcane", un trabajo que suponía el cuarto en la carrera de los finlandeses y que en lineas generales consiguió poner de acuerdo a crítica y publico en cuanto a las virtudes que encerraba este álbum. Tal vez en la comparación con esta obra es donde peor parado sale este nuevo álbum "Poetry of the Ill-Minded", conservando las señas de identidad de la banda, black sinfónico mezclado con elementos death e inclusión de teclados para lograr sonar épico y cargado. Voces que alternan partes duras con otras más limpias. Hasta aquí más o menos podríamos llegar a pensar que no hay mucha variación con anteriores lanzamientos, sin embargo las hay en varias facetas. Se ha optado por una mayor limpieza de sonido, el sonido "death melodico" de la escena sueca, tan en boga hace una década, poco a poco se va adueñado de la propuesta, se ha dado un paso en cuanto a melodía, épica y sinfónismo, abandonado la oscuridad y la frialdad de antaño. El black metal tiene que ser algo oscuro, frío, salvaje y violento, en donde no haya cabida para elementos accesibles al oyente no iniciado, elementos que aquí brillan por su ausencia, en una obra que ha querido llevar un paso más allá, podríamos decir que la gran público, la propuesta de "Omega Arcane" y que se ha salido de madre. (7,5).
In the house of Lecter
The table is always set for Seth
Such a delicate feast is presented to the lovely folk
And the host is a ghost of the past
Ever-changing are his stories
But no lies are told inside these walls
This body is like a house
Which quietly, softly decays
I know the night
Will bring me closer to death
They say...and I'm sure that you have heard it too
That human flesh is served there
That might be the case
But surely it is not the most fucked up thing there
This body is like a house
Which quietly, softly decays
I know the night
Will bring me closer to death
You might want to think twice
Before entering this house
For here is the trick
These tall tales become reality
After you leave this old house
Lived by Lecter (Am I, is it me... Who can it be... My house, my rules)
And so... "Lecter" ends his tale
And hands you a gift
A script of your soon ending life
And his stories are always fucked up
Now I have to go alone
Leave the scars on the face
Even if the eyes would close, it's still written on me
Draw the shape in half
2.Wanderer04:31
I want to turn every stone
And to scour every rootstock
The number of possibilities is boundless
In the mist
Shadows entwine with spirits
I see figures
They tell about the space
Beyond our consciousness
As I step into the fog
Reality blurs
In the mist
Shadows entwine with spirits
I see figures
They tell about the space
Beyond our consciousness
As I step into the fog
Reality blurs
I want to turn every stone
And to scour every rootstock
The number of possibilities is boundless
Every path has to be explored
My wandering shall never stop
Fighting against the insurmountable winter
But at the same time knowing that this is what I need to do
Release your mind from fear
Become hollow
Observe from the outside
The only way to see it
I'm already dead
They tell about the space
Beyond our consciousness
As I step into the fog
Reality blurs
3.Drawn to Water - The Path04:38
I follow the nocturn
Observe in silence
What does that make of me?
Maybe I just want to follow the trail?
And find something from the dark
Those who walk during the day
Cannot understand the yearning
From the light of the stars
You can gain something that will kill the thirst
But just for a second
Smoke will cover those rays of light
And you just have to wander on
In the haze of dawn
The silhouettes are cast to the horizon
A line drawn to the water that breaks
Once you throw the first stone
You can see it in the clouds if you want
Or if you can bend the time
In ways that the end becomes the beginning
And the path is just revealing itself
In pitch black you need no eyes
Because you can't see a thing
Smoke will cover those rays of light
And you just have to wander on
In the haze of dawn
The silhouettes are cast to the horizon
A line drawn to the water that breaks
Once you throw the first stone
You can see it in the clouds if you want to
Or if you can bend the time
In ways that the end becomes the beginning
And the path is just revealing itself
4.Thy Scent05:22
Abzinthian!
So are you in or are you not?
To open the knot
She asked me with a smile most mesmerizing, and foul
How could have I known that by accepting
I would be sucked into a vortex of madness
And the way out would be lost for me
Until I would find the lock
That was however only step one
The key was buried inside a stone of goat
Protected by oath that one could not conjure
Without the knowledge of the nightside
Oh Abzinthian, how beautiful are thy eyes
And thy scent of lust drives even the strongest man insane
How did I get lost in this labyrinth?
The flame in the candle is flickering in the cold breeze
That must be the way out
But I was wrong
Oh, Abzinthian you cursed me
It would have been probably easier just to pull the teeth out
But I guess... For you it was never an option
Oh Abzinthian, how did your beauty turn so quick into cruelty?
This I must ask myself before I can use the key
Oh Abzinthian
5.Anti-Life Saviour09:58
Listen to what is in some ways the first great speech of the poem.
Satan, cast down by God to Hell with the other Rebel Angels, sees close by him One next to himself in power, next in crime.
Beelzebub, Satan's lieutenant
And satan addresses him like this:
"If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd
From him, who in the happy Realms of Light
Cloth'd with transcendent brightness didst out-shine
Myriads though bright: If he Whom mutual league,
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope
And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd
In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
From what highth fall'n, so much the stronger prov'd
He with his Thunder: and till then who knew
The force of those dire Arms? yet not for those,
Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage
Can else inflict, do I repent or change,
Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind
And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit,
That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,
And to the fierce contention brought along
Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd
That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd
In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n,
And shook his throne."
[Paradise Lost, Book 1, 84-105, read by Ian Richardson]
With every dream of dark fantasies
Βlood is dripping down from the ceiling
Τaking formσ that reminds you of all the shadows of the past
Τhe body is dead now, you can never take it back
From the sun, from the brightest light
Reveal your heart at its purest.
Born of flames, baptized in fire
Burning chaos inside this shell of flesh.
Hold the scepter, burn the eyes of your god.
This is my wolf pack, you are my prey.
Twisted faces take form
With the way further
Of your window's glass.
Humanity now
What have you done?
As years go by, you just wipe them away
With a grin, behind your mask.
You keep on looking for answers, but don't like the ones I can give
Dig your grave deeper and deeper
Until you're at the point that you can't reach the edge
Come face the light of my guidance, you say
But blinded are those who walk towards the light
Blessed are we, who dwell in the night.
"What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?
That Glory never shall his wrath or might
Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie his power,
Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
That were an ignominy and shame beneath
This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
Since through experience of this great event
In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
We may with more successful hope resolve
To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
Who now triumphs[...]"
[Paradise Lost, Book 1, 105-123, read by Ian Richardson]
You keep on looking for answers, but don't like the ones I can give
Dig your grave deeper and deeper
Until you're at the point that you can't reach the edge
Come face the light of my guidance, you say
But blinded are those who walk towards the light
Blessed are we, who dwell in the night.
Born of flames, baptized in fire
Burning chaos inside this shell of flesh.
Hold the scepter, burn the eyes of your god.
This is my wolf pack, you are my prey.
6.Map of Scars06:55
The doors are sealed shut
Somehow though I know how to function
And what feels right
The seed has been planted too deep
And men won't realize it until it's too late
This just cannot go on
If you turn your face too many times
Your neck will break
And after that you see nothing
It is hard to scream with a mouth full of dirt
But you don't need to
Because you are already free
You don't need to accept any gifts
Because there is no reason to celebrate
Everybody just waste themselves in vain
And give out parts of their souls
Like they are pieces of bread
Those crumbs that Hansel and Gretel left in the woods
But they got lost
Even though they held each other's hands
One cannot lie in such things
Not after you have seen how the walls are melting
A moth is trying to get in
Behind the window glass towards the light
It does not realize that the cost is its life
But that light is just too tempting
That it becomes the meaning of its life
Just like those scars
What once was written was no more
And everything that was to be written after that was absurd
And the words were hanging in the air
Like the first hit of acid
One cannot lie in such things
Not after you have seen how the walls are melting
And the ground is in flames
Arms full of scars
And they just keep on coming
The scars, they just keep on coming
The scars, they just keep on coming
The scars, they just keep on coming
7.Treasure (In Liquid Dreams of Mirror Universe)06:17
