Origen: Rp. Checa, Praga
Formados: 2006
Estilo: Black experimental, doom
Temática: ?
Miembros:
- Jan Guitarra
- Martin Guitarra
- Michal Voces
- Petr Batería
- Štěpán Bajo
Discografía:
- Ved Rums Ende EP 2016
- Towards the Great White Nothing CD 2020
- Where Celestial Bodies Guide Not CD 2025
WHERE CELESTIAL BODIES GUIDE NOT (2025)
Segunda entrega para los checos Vpouptas, un segundo álbum que sigue perfilando su sonido como ya había ocurrido en su anterior "Towards the Great White Nothing" (2020), ya que definirlos como metal experimental suena demasiado genérico, sobre todo si nos adentramos en el universo musical de Voluptas. Tal vez ese tono experimental estuviera mucho más presente en su Ep de debut, ya que lo que nos ofrecen en este segundo álbum es un sonido mucho más oscuro y pesado, denso por momentos, lleno de rabia y crudeza que responde perfectamente a un patrón de black metal de estilo clásico. Sin embargo si que es cierto que la banda deja entrever un tono vanguardista en su sonido, con la inclusión de algunos saxofones, algunos cambios de registro y disonancias demoledoras y ese carácter más experimental lo dejan para el final en tema como "Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit", el cual se presta a la mayor experimentación en un sonido más próximo al rock. El álbum puede legar a ser absorbente por momentos, hay como un halo y una atmosfera que es pura oscuridad y podredumbre, sonando la mayoría de las veces contundentes, con un batería implacable y unas voces desgarradoras y profundas, eso si, la guitarras conservan un tono crudo y rugoso que se aleja de ciertos convencionalismo, pero es que la banda, es capaz de incorporar algunas parte sinfónicas aquí y allá que abren un tanto el espectro de sonido e influencias, lo mismo se puede decir con la inclusión de instrumentos de viento perfectamente integrados en el sonido del álbum. En algunos momentos me han recordado a lo expuesto por bandas como Master´s Hammer o Malokarpatan, por ese tono inmersivo y de oscuridad y respeto hacia los mitos y tradiciones, desde luego que Voluptas tiene otro enfoque, sobre todo en cuanto a influencias pero que de alguna forma tiene un hilo conductor con el sonido de bandas de metal de Centroeuropa. (8,1) .
1. The Patriarch (Part I) 02:46 instrumental
2. The Patriarch (Part II) 04:43
Die already, so we can bury what remained
You gnawed us hollow and we shall devour you whole
Die already, your rings collapse around you
Our teeth are sharp and your wounds will never heal
Die, so Nyx can calmly take root in your bones
And become stronger than your day
Yet with skin burnt by very different stars
(some of which
–while presumably dead–
are still throbbingly glowing)
I, the brother of dragons
Shall remain a companion to owls
3. Sol Indiges 05:39
Many times I swerved
Wary of the weather
Thy reflection
The murk has come undone
Of birds, sacred cobras
Yew, and walk away
Another sun erects
The pillars of the plagues
Leper barrow turns to snuff this melodrama
Combing red, wishing death upon the ply
Odd-shaped sculptures suppress and contrive
Thrust the mass through the veil’s flimsy parlours
Let the shallows fluster tide and tide again
When the night
And the hoar shall sprightly soar
While reams mock-preened
High beams, the blight, chlorpromazine
Stark against the gleam
The manor house stands unforeseen
Say, shall we now burn up or comply?
No rain, no sorrow, not divine
May the wind stir the marshes, now-come-dry
Thy herds have gathered
Here’s thy Sceptre
Thy Time
4. Moon Obscured 07:47
In the air is more than meets the eye
engines syncopate, almost dead
propellers hum a locrian tune
The calm is fraught with dread
Rumored disturbances en route hither
The captain was mad years before this day
Proteus incarnate pierced by salt crystals
Their edges cut into her skin
Apathetic, more of a cautionary tale
I submerge myself in
I submerge myself
In the deep green dark chaos
Where celestial bodies guide not
The moon is forever obscured
And your voice remains silent
5. The Spindle of Necessity 04:42
I, the mover, the intransigent scythe
I, the enabler, disintegrated light
Not yet decomposed by your dark waters
stationary, thrown into her white night
My eyes: colours projected on them bite like the sun bites
My hands: the flesh and skin on them are no longer mine
My lungs: collapsed, filled with their blood
My head: silent
I, the martyr, wrapped in soiled cloth tight
Moirai, please take care of my bodies
6. Mars Invictus 05:37
Fires in sight, the smoke with age is hoar
Sun bites the flesh and wants more
sulphur and chlorine
Ypres and Somme
and Byzantine rings
for Little Boy
We might witness the birth of the Centaur
or see angels of death fly
but I decide why and when we ride
and how our call to arms will sound
Already shell-shocked squadrons lining behind
hold the ground, cry and hold the ground
—
I shall not be here for the end
there is not going to be the end
only shallow sleep, painkillers
lonely winter nights out in the country
and oscillations between
euphoria and dysphoria
A miserable fire of your pamphlets
Guides my feet away from this smoke-burdened air
into yet another barren valley
where the dead tree gives no shelter
where all hosannas sound the same
and all the flesh will burn the same
7. Yetzer Hara 03:04
Yetzer hara is now become death
conflated and unified
in the merger of neutron stars
His missiles aimed at all the kings and planets
leaving bloodred fields scorched forever
The empire of water is no more!
The fire next time
shall melt the metals into living fluids
8. Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit 07:31
In inexplicable splendour of sterile white
silver-plated clocks abruptly added more night
The blood already blackened, dried, and turned to dust
which covered all floors of my memory palace
I tried to think about that blood
and all my thoughts crawled on cerulean tiles
soaked in peracetic acid
—
I may as well leave you to your dreams
of lead skies, invisible dead stars, and ultraviolet catastrophes
Close your eyes and savour the absence of light
that was always there
long before the dead of night
Feel the absence of sound
that gradually fills your veins with dopamine
it was always there
long before the hum of machines
41:49
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