OLDE THRONE

 

Origen: Nueva Zelanda, Christchurch

Formados: ?

Estilo: Black atmosférico

Temática: Historia de Escocia e Irlanda y mitología celta

Enlaces: Bandcamp, deezer, facebook, instagram, spotify y youtube

Miembros:

• Harrison McKenzie Bajo, guitarra y voces
• Quentin Forster Batería
• Zannibal Bajo y guitarra

Discografía:

• An Torr Demo 2021  
• Something in the Way Single 2021  
• An Gorta Mór, Pt. I Single 2022  
• An Gorta Mór CD 2022
• Greyfriars Kirkyard Single 2023  
• Isobel Single 2023  
• In the Land of Ghosts CD 2023
• Cearwylm & Misneachd Split 2024
• The Most Elder Days Single 2025  
• Megalith CD 2025

AN GORTA MÓR (2022)

Interesante primer larga duración para esta one man band neozelandesa que pone en escena un black de corte atmosférico, con un estilo frío y oscuro sin enrevesamientos innecesarios. Harrison se las arregla para crear un sonido abrasivo muchas veces, que tiene como punto de partida las sencillez de su propuesta, sencillez que se muestra en los riffs crudos y precisos, en una batería a veces poderosa que se muestra dinámica cuando la ocasión lo precisa, unas voces crudas y abrasivas y ciertos arreglos, digamos que de corte ambient y folk que van salpicando las composiciones a modo de nexo entre las mismas. El resultado es un álbum que abarca muchas facetas y planos pero que logra al mismo tiempo sonar conciso y concreto, con un estilo que lo acerca a bandas consagradas del género, aunque Harrison se sirve por un lado en lograr un sonido que podemos calificar como clásico en cuanto a influencias, en una dicotomía entre un primitivo black metal y la crudeza presente en las composiciones, partiendo todo ello desde la sencillez de un riffs que funciona como hilo conductor a lo largo de cada tema, el cual se ve rodeado tanto de una ambientación y atmósfera heladora, aspectos que se ven acentuados por el trabajo vocal, que se adentra casi que de forma abrasiva en terrenos oscuros, ofreciendo un tono justo y correcto en el apartado de batería que trabaja aspectos más sombríos pero necesarios para dar coexistencia al conjunto, sin olvidarnos por supuesto de los arreglos de guitaras limpias o sonidos folk que logran que el álbum a pesar de tener procedencia neozelandesa, logre sumergirnos en las profundidades de el paganismo y misticismo celta. (7,6)

Naturmacht Productions

1. An Gorta Mór (Part I) 04:41

The darkest hour, where fields reap blight The endless hunger, and blackened skies A land of rot, where children wither And mother’s weep, a countless sorrow Hearts grow faint And hope decays The failure of a God The plough drags on the bones of the fallen, The blood seeps to the soil of poison. Scorned wretches of what used to be human, Pale faces in a shroud of torment. A vulgar curse, on blackened shores A time for death, to claim what’s hers Diseased and starved, a brewing corpse Left for dead, on farms of ash The stench of decay Abandoning faith Hunger spreads to the edge of the isle, Disease rampant and the rations vile. Walking corpses their souls are abandoned, By a god that leaves children in famine. The island rots while the people starve, The crows feast on the Holocaust of celts. Ashes fall on the hopeless soil, Removing families from this mortal coil.

2. Knockdoe 03:31

   Knockdoe!

The slaughter field

A bloodied sky

Where Gaels die

Upon the hill

The hill of axes

Armies stand

United clans

Gallowglass

Axe in hand

Charging forth

Through arrow’s rain

Armies clash

Hellish screams

Tearing flesh

Countless death

Now the cairns are stacked

High upon the hill

Now the land has changed

Gone the gaelic age

Now the old ways die

And gods fall the heel

Now the days turn grey

Gone the way of celts

3. Children of Lir 05:52

Upon the lake Under light of moon The swans sing Songs of great sorrow Restless they wait For the curse to end Innocent Condemned to exile Cast out On their own With no place To call home Cursed hand The witch had played 900 years Doomed to wait As the nights Grow more cold Still they roam With hope they shiver With human voice They wail at night Through lonely centuries All friends have died Discarded Left to roam The lonely lands Year after year Wandering With no return To the hall of gods Til the bell is rung And in the end A new god comes To the Celtic lands And the old gods fall Baptised By a holy man They return to form Withered they die

4. Connla’s Fate 08:08

Connla, child of Cuchulain

Born to Aoife, of beauty and steel

Spawned from battle, his cruel fate awaits

From the land of Gods,

Connla made haste.

Down to Ulster,

Where his father awaits.

Cursed with gaesa, three which were laid

When his journey begins, never shall he return

No challenge shall be refused, to no man shall he give his true name

When connla refused

To give the king his name

Many warriors were sent

To force Connla’s hand

Cuchulain was called

To see to this young man

But still he refused

To give his true name

And so the spears were called

And mightily they clashed

But Connla gave way

And fell to his fate

So began

Cuchulain‘s great lament

He cursed Aoife’s name

And went to the waves

The Ulster men were called

To say their farewells

And Connla was laid to rest

Killed by his father’s hand

5. A Dying Land 05:53

There is a fading light Upon the valleys and rivers A whisper of hope A desperate plea of life Beneath a falling sky Upon great mountains of old A soil of rot And a land of blight Cut down in the land we call home Starved and left to die here alone Hunger thrives in the absence of hope Death waits upon these shores - A dying land There is an absence of life And the gravestones grow Farmers reap empty fields And only the crows feast Even kings rot on their thrones And many sleep to never awake Kingdoms fall to the will of dirt Nature brings all to heel - A dying land This is our home We die alone The sun turns black And the fields don’t grow - A dying land   

6. Celtic Sorrow 04:32

  Never ends

The tales of loss

Always still

Death is near

Kingdoms grow

Then fall to dust

Sweeping snow

Beats on stone

And still it holds

The endless sorrow

I lie in wait

For the pain to end

I scour the fields

Where my kin lay dead

I watch the stars

And see them fade

I roam the forest

And speak with ghosts

How celts have suffered

And known no less

In the black of night

Even sirens cry

In the halls of kings

Our heroes rest

Upon shadowed lands

The old ones roam

And still it holds

The promise of death

And all they know

Celtic sorrow

7. An Gorta Mór (Part II) 06:40

Still it lingers, the stench of famine And the sorrow of celts remains A land in ruin, cut down from the blight And the weight of guilt to have lived Ashamed of life, devoid of hope We walk alone on scattered bones Our fallen kin, with stolen souls Dead and nameless they lay an Gorta Mór Robbed of life A great unrest Buried by time an Gorta Mór A tainted land A world turned black In rotting fields an Gorta Mòr an Gorta Mòr  

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PURE WRATH

 

Origen: Indonesia, Bekasi

Formados: 2014

Estilo: Black atmosférico

Temática: Desesperación, historia de Indonesia, muerte y naturaleza

Enlaces: Bandcamp, deezer, facebook, instagram, Pure wrath, spotify y youtube

Miembros:

• Ryo Todo

Discografía:

• Ascetic Eventide CD 2017
• Endless Journey Split 2017  
• Sempiternal Wisdom CD 2018  
• The Forlorn Soldier EP 2020  
• Grief of Our Fathers (Ethereal Version) Single 2020  
• Live at Cryptid's Lair Directo 2020  
• Hymn to the Woeful Hearts CD 2022

HYMN TO THE WOEFUL HEARTS (2022) 

Tercer larga duración para esta one man band indonesia que entrega un álbum de black atmosférico, en donde las diferentes intensidades y recreación de sentimientos están perfectamente plasmadas, dentro de un álbum que tiene como trasfondo el genocidio indonesio de los los 1965-66. Ryo es participe de otros proyectos de metal extremo, sin embargo la posibilidad de ocuparse de todo el plano instrumental y lírico, le permite desarrollar un sonido mucho más personal y propio. El álbum es cierto que puede ser definido como black atmosférico, de alguna manera con claras referencias clásicas, sin embargo no lo es menos el peso que le da Ryo a las melodías, melodías que se forjan al amparo de un cuidado entramado de teclados, siempre de alguna manera presentes, bien sea en un segundo plano en el grueso de las composiciones en donde encajan perfectamente logrando digamos que mayor épica y ambientación de el música, como en las secciones de instrumentación limpia, ofreciendo planos mucho más intimista. El álbum que como dijimos anteriormente, narra los echos acaecidos en el genocidio indonesio, de alguna manera toda las atmosfera así como la intensidad e la música está repleta tanto de rabia como de dolor, sobre todo en el plano vocal en donde Ryo se emplea con una faceta bastante directa y cruda, sin que ello se óbice para cuando es necesario emplea algunos coros que aumenta el empaque de la propuesta. Algo que sucede en el plano musical, con un buen nutrido número de riffs agresivos y violentos en donde se muestra directo y se acerca a al versión más clásica de género, aunque sin pasar por alto multitud de arreglos de teclado que se suceden en pos de la búsqueda de mayor emotividad. Un álbum que no podemos decir que sorprenda ya que la carrera de Ryo se muestra sólida, tanto con Pure Wrath como con sus otros proyectos, pero si que esta a la altura de lo mejor del género hoy en día. (8,2).

Debemur Morti Productions

Harsh Productions

1. The Cloak of Disquiet 08:31

  Lost memories of the loved ones in a profound shelter. The absence of the light led her to the reverie of grief. The thoughts, the faith, the spirit, upon the tired horizon. The cloak of disquiet enshrouded her monolith of life. Profanity usurped the throne of patience in her wounded heart. Corrupted by the hatred that cleansed memories of the souls. Brought to the embrace of fury, swept away the light of thoughts. Enthralled into the maw of nothingness. Enshrouded by the cloak of disquiet. As her earthen touches engraved

the names of the passing ones, the wind of heartfeltness blew the ashes of the memories. A whispered breath of a silent soul in the embrace of nightfall Her monolith of life, enshrouded by the cloak of disquiet.

2. Years of Silence 06:09

The living land of oppression and despair, surrounded by the eyes of serpents. The lake where they gathered all the innocents, in the name of pride and freedom. A malodor in the dawn of cleansing. The burning sunbeams upon the open wounds. Eroded by the remorseless pain and agony, through relentless glare of tyrant. Woeful hearts embraced by failing tears. Years of silence brought to an end. Woeful hearts embraced by falling tears. Thoughts and faith in every growing heart. A lonely ghost whispered the truths, for those who stood before the storm. Faces of the great old ones, those who seek for retribution. Silence shall be broken, until the storm restores the spirit, under the stars of hope and faith, above the land of eternal wisdom.   

3. Presages from a Restless Soul 07:48  

In the days of silence where there were no saviours, our father's thoughts perpetually stood. The sorrow and misery spoken through his words, in presages of a harrowing hereafter. A cordial shelter surrounded by the fog of wisdom. The wholehearted ways of life are solemnly preserved. Portraits of the peaceful times in the nest of freedom. The body may die, the soul eternal. And for how she cried as her man suffocated. The desperation arises as the time's brought to the end. Ashes of our hope scattered away as the skies turned red, over the lives that are guided by the wealth of nature. By the cradle of mildness where security persisted, our mother's prayers led us to the quiet nights. Her tender-hearted touches reminded us of a time, of unaltered nature and justice. We whispered their names to the winds of serenity, in battles with fear of sombre and starless night skies. We despised the darkness that stood within us all. The heart cried for revenge as their shadows faded into light.

4. Footprints of the Lost Child 09:33

  From the river where our memories drowned, the bitter reality revealed its scars. As life went through the silenced days, all of our hope was raised among the storms. Living in fear surrounded by serpents, and their own fear within decades of guilt. Believing in our father's faith of brighter days, and a peaceful life beneath the solemn sky. To follow the footprints where the spirit came to light. To follow the paths where the child perished. As the embers of sadness emerged from vengeance and weath, our parent's revenge cried for the lifeless retaliation. The bright side of the hearts slowly defiled by repulsion. Her woeful prayers tore the heart apart. The tough pain and sorrow in the yearning years, fulfilled the thirst of every heart's revenge. A cry of despair surrounded by the echoes, of the death march and havoc in their hands. Pale faces are captured, framed by falling leaves, in the dawn where the hearts are wounded by solitude. The bright light of sunrise illuminates the frailty, of a dying faith and spirit in our hearts.

5. Those Who Stand Still 08:23

Once there was a woman who fought the wind. The wind that brought the pain and grief, to her loved ones and their fragile hearts. Sullen dreams became the dreadful years in life. The forest seeks for truth behind the mountains. A haunting menace beneath the skies of ruins. The wandering ones and their tangled paths of life, brought to the silence and never returned. Delighted by power yet haunted by guilt, for the decades of a cryptic genocide. The glorification of power and ascendancy, emerged from the aversion of revival. As she cried for retribution, the children drowned in throes. As she cried for retribution, her monody tore the Earth asunder. The howl was heard from a distant place, where welfare was preserved in obscurity. Forthwith to welcome the remaining spirit, and those who stand still throughout the dark time. 

6. Hymn to the Woeful Hearts 03:42   instrumental

  44:06

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ASGAARD

 

Origen: Polonia, Lewin Brzeski

Formados: 1994

Estilo: Sinfónico, gótico y black

Temática: Muerte, romance y sufrimiento

Enlaces: Facebook.

Miembros:

• Flumen Batería programada,, orquestaciones, samples y teclados
• Hetzer Bajo y guitarra
• Quazarre Voces

Discografía:

• Excellent Darkness Art Demo 1997  
• When the Twilight Set In Again CD 1998  
• Ad Sidera, ad Infinitum CD 2000  
• Ex Oriente Lux CD 2001  
• XIII Voltum Lunae CD 2002
• Lux in Tenebris - Live in Kraków Video 2003
• EyeMDX-tasy CD 2004
• Stairs to Nowhere CD 2012
• What If... CD 2022
• Lullaby Single 2024  
• Lullabies for Harlots EP 2024

WHAT IF.... (2022)

Séptimo trabajo para los polacos, una nueva entrega de forma voraz se adentra en sonidos tanto progresivo como góticos con secciones que transitan por terrenos meramente sinfónicos. Estamos ante un álbum en donde el peso de la electrónico y los elementos góticos tienen un peso predominante, dejando si cabe en un segundo plano a estilos como el black o mismamente el metal. El álbum es todo un carrusel de emociones, trasmitidas en forma de momentos realmente intimistas y evocadoras, con extensos desarrollos en donde la melodía es la principal protagonista, al mismo tiempo que tanto una ambientación oscura y melancólica se erigen en protagonistas fundamentales del grueso de la propuesta. Las voces juegan un papel fundamental a la hora de dar solidez al álbum, tanto en los temas en inglés como en los polacos, sabiendo ofrecer unas líneas llenas de melancolía, sin un alarde de registros, pero perfectamente engarzadas con el plano meramente musical, rozando muchas veces lo que podríamos denominar como rabia o dolor. Es cierto que el sustento del plano musical se nutre de sintetizadores pero el aporte tanto de guitarras con secciones melódicas como cuando arremete con un tono mucho más directo ofreciendo algunos riffs ciertamente emotivos, sin pasar por alto la batería, que mantiene un tono bastante neutro pero sabiendo ofrecer secciones mucho más directas cuando es preciso. El álbum se muestra rico en matices, sabiendo ofrecer una buena dosis de lo que se podía definir como metal gótico, sin embargo Asgaard logra mantener un plano más puramente metal en segundo plano, sobre todo si hablamos de oscuridad, al mismo tiempo que podemos hablar de un soberbio apartado vocal que eleva el resultado final del álbum. (7,8).

WormHoleDeath

Szataniec

1. Sisyphus 03:43  

2. Creeping Miss Lunacy 04:24  

3. Sny na jawie 04:49  

4. Horizon Upside Down 04:10  

5. What If... 05:00  

6. Blind Man's Buff 05:03  

7. W sercu nieswiata 05:23  

8. Not Ever Again! 02:33  

9. Sny na jawie (radio cut) 04:14  

10. W sercu nieświata (radio cut) 03:55  

  43:14

YSYRY MOLLVÜN

 

Origen: Argentina

Formados: 2012

Estilo: Black atmosférico

Temática: Gente selk'nam

Enlaces: Facebook, instagram y spotify

Miembros:

• Antonio Sanna Charango, flauta y guitarra
• Zupai Ulen Bajo, batería, guitarra y voces

Discografía:

• Ysyry Mollvün Full-length 2022

YSYRY MOLLVÜN (2022)

Primer larga duración para este combo que basa su propuesta en las tradiciones del pueblo Selk´nam, originario de la Tierra de Fuego, en forma de un black de corte atmosférico, inspirado en la vertiente más tradicional del género, sin descuidar el aporte de algunas secciones folk. El trabajo funciona como un álbum temático en la figura de K’aux, que forma parte de la tradición de los Selk´nam. Con un apartado musical que comienza mostrando un tono folk, pronto se dan cita la instrumentación black, con una guitarras ásperas y rasgadas, batería de ritmos altos  y unas voces que la mayoría de las veces suenan profundas y crudas, pero que en ciertas secciones se adentran por terrenos más oscuros casi que ritualistas. La música no sigue un patrón al uso dando muestras en ciertas estructuras de un peso importante de las guitarras en todo lo que tiene que ver con las composición de los temas, como si el ritmo fuera marcada por los riffs y todo lo demás girar e torno suyo con ciertas disonancias. Los arreglos de corte folk no son abundantes, pero cundo aparecen si que nutren el conjunto de un fuerte saber a pagan. Un álbum que tiene su inspiración en el sonido black más clásico de los noventa, tanto en las secciones más directas y rápidas, como en aquellas en donde se baja la intensidad y se dibujan paisajes mucho más profundos y ritualista, con un trasfondo folk, que sin un protagonismo excesivo sabe impregnar el sonido de mayor dinamismo, al tiempo que permite sumergirnos en las tradiciones de los Selk´nam (7.7).

Avantgarde Music

1. K’aux Rise 06:38

The smell of smoke from dead animals woke him up The noise of the machines that spit it woke him up the midday darkness confused him the heat of winter enraged him this confusing time full of questions and destruction woke him up What's wrong with our land? Where are our gods? Where are the tribes that worshiped them? Who poisoned the rivers and killed the forest? What did they do with us and with our land? He needed an answer and he woke me up Espiritu del Monte take me from my death it gave me the breath of life again he wants me to travel this earth once again he wants me to have legs again and to walk again Have eyes again and try to understand What's wrong with our land? Where are our gods? Where are the tribes that worshiped them? Who poisoned the rivers and killed the forest? What did they do with us and with our place? These are not the trees that populated our forests This is not the people who lived in our fields These are not the animals that hunted and lived here this gray stone that covers the earth where there used to be pampa, lakes, jungle, mountains this is not our home anymore 

2. K’aux See Reconquista Ysyry 06:52

  the Winca named it... Reconquista river

the river is flowing equally as

when it was see million of moons ago

already nothing lives in

nothing moves or sees, nothing hears no more

nobody hunts, or is hunted

in it nevermore

I cannot stop crying as I tell you what today is

Plastic bags fly and get tangled in trees

Everything is surrounded by the smell

of the silent murder that takes possession

in this river without life

nobody lives everything dies

the fog perches on the waters but the moon

it is not reflected in the course towards the sea no more

nobody venerates and nobody respects him anymore

now it's the place where garbage and disease poison all

thousands of moons back when the fox and

the mulita were hiding in her bank

when the spirits of water, rain and melt protected the river

and the man respected as the father who was

Reconquista, ghost river

the blood of the children of your murderers will cleanse you

all their blood will be your body and soul

billions of tears from the earth

they give you shape

Thousands of lost souls move in the garbage.

no revenge would be fair,

spirit of the monte all the hatred that forms me

it is not enough for the punishment to be correctly fulfilled

all their blood will be your body and soul

all their corpses will be your body and soul

3. K’aux Talks to Espíritu del Monte 06:41

  They adore a slave of a people of slaves

they adore someone dead who agonizes hung

they adore a god that is everywere and nowhere

they adore his dead and revived son

He has died without fighting and not even defend his people

has died without honor of war or combat to death

His people help to kill him and call him liar

his people torture him and watch him die in pain

they excuse the one who does the evil to them

they excuse the one who kills mother of all

they excuse the one who insults them they excuse the one who lies

But they kill mercilessly

but they stole from us and violated our land

they do not believe in the pride

do not believe in the honor.

are not faithfull to anybody or anything

even to his dead god

they adore weakness, cowardice and submission

They do not take care of their children they do not respect the elderly

They feel entitled to the mother of all,

and believe that they are the ownersof this world

wen there was no beginning or end

and everything was ruled in solstices, death and rebirth

all by the invisible force of the gods

repesentations of the eternal laws of the nature in this world

when existence itself repeats eternally for eons

and nobody wondered when it was started

and when it was going to end

they do not love anything more

than what they have and possess

They believed themselves with right to educate

they forced other people to believe in his god

they insulted our gods in our own land

and in our sacred places

They constructed stone temples

in those who adore dead men's figures

in those who preach the pain and the eternal suffering

in those who preach the death and the eternal fire

They enslaved us because we are

what they would never be-

they absorbed us because we are pure and loyal-

they forget us and refuse us

just to no deny and refuse themselves

4. K’aux Lament 06:27

I can remember my bones rotting in a cave of the extreme south betwen the lakes and the mountains the death found me as and old man after much to walk between proud tribes after knowing people of loyalty and honor after learn from the alive gods after seeing my shade to my feet and of seeing the night to last moons after living eternal springs and sleeping in eternal snow after sharing drink yerba mate with Guarani and of eating raw iced meat with Selknam the death found me as and old man I drank from brown waters and of crystalline waters I saw ice floated in the lakes and lizards wallowed in them heard the roar of the tiger and the singing of the whale felt the heat of the zonda and the cold wind of the glacier the gods educated me to educate the men to handle the animals, speaking his language and controlling the rivers guard eons of knowledge in my and I never shared it the pretense did not give to me more that women, respect and fear of man until I was touched by San la Muerte swore to return the learned but I did not fulfill and I was punished to feeling the death forever in a cave of the extreme south I can remember my bones rotting in a cave of the extreme south betwen the lakes and the mountains the death found me as and old man after much to walk between proud tribes after knowing people of loyalty and honor after learn from the alive gods after seeing my shade to my feet and of seeing the night to last moons after living eternal springs and sleeping in eternal snow after sharing drink yerba mate with Guarani and of eating raw iced meat with Selknam the death found me as and old man if I could remember something instead of everything if I could do it all again to observe and judge Now is the time to educate the fallen for revenge now in the end of this eon of the man as the king and god Espiritu del monte needed the man to see what man did i´ve seen what they did and now it is time that San la Muerte do what must be done erase winca from our home  

5. San la Muerte I 04:24

  Now is my time to act

to show off in front of the man who thought himself immortal

to show that their things are worthless

to teach that is nothing more than an ant

I am and always was before everything.

I was already before life .

Im here to stay

and to say

that nothing is for man

and nobody is less than man

to make him understand

that nothing can prevent me

man is proud believe himself

special and unique

but his stupidity made them fall

in a short time

in just one eon appeared and fell

and nothing man did

will leave some trace of the man

always win them and now

will eradicate

forever and always

the mountain, the tree and the river will return to reign

over man and never more for man

They created nothing that can save them for me

They not philosophized nothing to prevent me

They did not think anything who can defeat me

always win them and now will eradicate

forever and always

the error that was going to be remedied

the man was a short error of this abnormality called life

I am death and I am more than anything living

I am death and my place is the constant equilibrium

6. San la Muerte II 04:44

Now El Monte sleep peacefully in his home in center of pachamama eternal rain jungle green and brown will grow again where thousands of colors will fly in feathers again where men no more come to destroy His traitor student sent me for erase Now in a cave in the end of the world his bones were no longer rest Now is the spirit of hatred and revenge toured the world again and forever will K´aux will live until the Inti dies as the last man alone in this beautifull world he is now the guardian and keeper I'm dancing on the pyres and seas of blood I'm dancing in the last comunion of equilibrium  

  35:46

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VORGA

 

Origen: Alemania

Formados: 2016

Estilo: Black

Temática: Misantropía y muerte

Enlaces: Backstagepro, bandcamp, deezer, facebook, instagram, spotify, Vorga y youtube

Miembros:

• Atlas Guitarra
• Hymir Batería
• Zora Bajo y  voces
• Пешо Спейса Guitarra y voces

Discografía:

• Radiant Gloom EP 2019
• Cataract Mind Single 2020  
• Argil - Acoustic Single 2020  
• Striving Toward Oblivion CD 2022
• Beyond the Palest Star CD 2024

STRIVING TOWARD OBLIVION (2022)

Primer larga duración para estos alemanes que nos sumergen en una propuesta que conjuga secciones de black melódico con algunas pinceladas de death y épica, al mismo tiempo que nos sumergen en una ambientación de corte espacial. Extenso álbum con unos cortes que rondan los cinco minutos, que comienza con un cometido más melódico en su propuesta en torno a un elaborado riff, que serve de hilo conductor. A partir de aquí vamos descubriendo un álbum que no renuncia a la melodía inicial, que va trazando una linea fina pero segura entre sonidos black/death, aunque poco a poco, el conjunto se va volviendo más oscuro, denso y rápido en donde buena culpa de lo mismo tiene una batería agresiva y potente y unas voces casi que abrasivas, no exentas de cierta crudeza. Batería y voces se llevan buena parte del protagonismo en cuanto al resultado final de este trabajo, con un soberbio apartado de guitarras que poco apoco van adentrándose por terrenos más directos sin renunciar a secciones con un tono melódico pero más centradas en todo lo que tenga que ver con la agresividad. El sonido sabe compaginar cierto sabor clásico sin renunciar a elementos más actuales, perdiendo las atmósferas cierto protagonismo en todo lo que tenga que con la temática cósmica pero sabiendo trasmitir tanto frialdad como muerte, en un trabajo que a medida que caen lo temas se va mostrando mucho más preciso y concreto, finalizando en su punto más álgido en cuanto a densidad y contundencia. (8.3).

Transcending Obscurity Records

1. Starless Sky 05:19  

2. Comet 05:08  

3. Disgust 05:59  

4. Stars My Destination 05:25  

5. Last Transmission 05:48  

6. Fool's Paradise 05:14  

7. Taken 06:38  

8. Death Manifesting 05:17  

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SARCASM

 

Origen: Suecia, Uppsala

Formados: 1990

Estilo: Melodic black death

Temática: Filosofía, surrealismo y universo

Enlaces: Bandcamp, facebook y Sarcasmsweden

Miembros:

• Anders Eriksson Guitarra
• Heval Bozarslan Voces
• Jesper Ojala Batería
• Jonas Söder Bajo
• Peter Laitinen Guitarra

Discografía:

• Fleshwaste Demo 1992  
• In Hate... Demo 1992  
• Soul Enchantment Demo 1992  
• Dark Demo 1993  
• Demo 1993 Demo 1993  
• A Touch of the Burning Red Sunset Demo 1994
• A Touch of the Burning Red Sunset Recopilatorio 1998  
• Scattered Ashes EP 2000  
• Never After - The Complete Recordings Recopilatorio 2011  
• Burial Dimensions Recopilatorio 2015  
• Burial Dimensions CD 2016  
• Within the Sphere of Ethereal Minds CD 2017
• Desolating Screams of Agony Recopilatorio 2017  
• Esoteric Tales of the Unserene CD 2019
• Death Chants of the Ancient Realms - The Complete Demo Anthology 2022 Recopilatorio 2020 
• Stellar Stream Obscured CD 2022
• Dying Embers of Solitude Single 2024  
• Lifelike Sleep Single 2024  
• Mourninghoul CD 2024

STELLAR STREAM OBSCURED (2022)

En activo desde 1990, no fue hasta el pasado 2016 que la banda sueca edita su primer larga duración, mientras tanto una carrera que se fraguo gracias a las demos editadas en sus comienzos, un periodo de inactividad de casi dos décadas y el fallecimiento de Oskar Karlsson en 2016. Los suecos entregan un sólido trabajo de death metal con tintes melódicos, que no puede ser clasificado ni mucho menos como sonido clásico death sueco, aunque algunas pinceladas de estos registros aparecen salpicando el sonido del álbum Sin embargo hay que hablar de ciertas peculiaridades en la propuesta de Sarcasm, entre ellas las acertadas inclusiones de secciones y elementos black, siempre con unas estructuras que rozan lo melódico y no pierden de vista un componente digamos que clásico. Tampoco podemos pasar por alto el peso que acaba por tener en el desarrollo del álbum un estilo como el doom, sobre todo cuando el sonido death cobra mayor protagonismo con un guiño claro a secciones del todo clásicas. Sarcasm no renuncia en ningún momento a la inclusión y al protagonismo de los teclados que acaban por añadir tanto un prisma más melódico a las composiciones como un aporte más versátil a su propuesta que lo aleja en cierto modo de sonidos más clásicos, siendo esta versatilidad bien recibida por oyente que se ve rodeado de secciones mucho más rápidas en donde el death melódico es un referente como en otros apartados más intimistas, en donde es de agradecer el las variedad de ritmo y la exploración de terrenos más limpios. El apartado vocal mantiene un tono agresivo y directo, ofreciendo un plano mucho más agresivo cuando la intensidad es más alta o dejando fluir un tono más mesurado y grave en las partes más lentas. Un álbum que en definitiva, sabe recoger influencias clásicas dentro del death sueco pero que se aleja de convencionalismo gracias al peso de las melodías y el gusto por dejarse influir tanto por el black como por el doom. (8).

Hammerheart Records

Into It Records

1. Through the Crystal Portal 03:12  

2. We Only Saw the Shadows of Life 04:25  

3. Ancient Visitors 08:18  

4. The Spinning Tomb 03:39  

5. Obsidian Eyes 04:55  

6. The Powers of Suffering That Be 05:39  

7. Apocalyptic Serenity 05:40  

8. Let Us Descend 05:08  

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