KOLDBRANN

Origen: Noruega, Drammen
Formados: 2001
Estilo: Black
Temática: Antireligión, enfermedad, muerte y odio
Enlaces: Facebook,  Koldbrann y myspace
Miembros:

• Folkedal Batería
• Kvass Guitarra
• Mannevond Voces, guitarra
• Stian Johnskareng Bajo
• Voidar Guitarra

Discografía:

• Pre-Prod 2002 Demo 2002   
• Mislyder fra Det Nekrotiske Kammer Demo 2002   
• Nekrotisk Inkvisition CD 2003
• Skamslaadte Engler / Fredløs Split 2004   
• Atomvinter EP 2006   
• Moribund CD2006
• Koldbrann / Faustcoven Split 2006   
• "Live at Ragnarök Festival 2007" DVD 2007   
• Stigma: På kant med livet EP 2008   
• Russian Vodka / Metalni Bog Single 2009   
• Totalt sjelelig bankerott Single 2012   
• Vertigo CD 2013

VERTIGO (2013)

Con más de diez años de carrera a sus espaldas y tras algún que otro cambio en la formación, por fin tenemos el nuevo trabajo de los noruegos Koldbrann desde el ya lejano 2006, fecha de su último largo. Su sonido es inconfundible, con elementos clásicos del black noruego, aunque se intuye cierto grado de experimentación, alguna voz limpia, e incursiones en sonidos que mucho tienen que ver con las nueva Hornada de bandas extremas. No por ello su sonido se ha visto alterado en sobremanera, pero si que se intuyen ciertos cambios que quizá no gusten de igual manera a sus seguidores. Llama especialmente la atención que los momentos más inspirados del disco sean precisamente aquellos en los que black de toda la vida toma las riendas y los momentos más experimentales resulten un tanto atípicos. Esperemos que en futuros lanzamientos vuelvan al sonido del black más clásico y retomen un poco la senda perdida. (8,1).

1. IntroVertigo 05:54

  A closed circle...

Cabinet of confined fears

Regime of Euthanasia behind iron barred doors

Without sense for perspective and direction

All-seing facets are tracing my steps

When the Iron Night falls over

and all roads lead to void

When each dead angle conceals an enemy

and the paralysed flocks grasp for despair

From the prime mover's theatre

subjected to

sadistic, cold analysis

Shallow souls, the staged reality

On hold till the final curtain falls

The diametrical opposite of life

stands clear to me, as in a revelation

Sprung out from an inner singularity

Murderous and Brilliant

When the barricades breach,

as the hand takes over the will

and the knife jams into your life

When I see the Death Struggle in your eyes

are we no longer strangers, you and I

2. Totalt Sjelelig Bankerott 05:45

 Unholy hemoptysis

Drained gutter angels

Illusion's thin varnish

lacerated by the silver blade

Hollow-eyed, with nerves on the outside

Empty words, as the rattle of the dying

Sunken to rock bottom of existence

No rescue from the spirit's loss

Carrier of the lost face

Encircled, in the clutches of desperation

No barrier inbetween

No restraints left

In all and everything

Totally Spiritually Bankrupt

Let's tear down all that we built up

and take the others with us in the fall

Let's leave behind all that we cared for

and never look back

With bitter, mutilated love

is all I have to offer my misery

...So let's tear down all that we built up

and take the others with us in the fall

Conventions to hell

Without hazard, there is no winning

Retaliate their reckless deeds

summarily and resolutely

When reality catches up

give of yourself to the last shred

Carry on with rotgut in the veins

and Breakneck antipathy

On borrowed time, your remorse is futile

Abhorrence, set fire to an all rotten soul

Mow down each hindrance in your path

Show'em the ultimate consequence

Utterly fucking stone cold

Giving life the finger

is the way to the blackest intoxication

There is nothing more to be gained

What once was, is forever lost

And we are

Totally Spiritually Bankrupt

3. Hjertets Holodomor 00:40  instrumental

4. Drammen 05:35

  Municipal gray haze, pitch dark November

Enclosed landscapes at the end of the tunnel

On bare ground, in search of a direction

A mutilated chance to life

The one, and the fifty-four thousand

one selfsame cobblestone and concrete

Sleepwalkers of the civil tyranny

in repeating patterns, drifting past

Dreams put on hold

The broken mirror, river of solitude

Suburban cold colossuses

shine like a mausoleum

Self-imposed isolation

Away from the bloodlet streets

With all escape routes shut

Grønland thirty-six

Lead me against the current

to the shores of the dark side

to the secrets of Landfall

Let's go down to the dark chambers

and never again be found

Into the Castle from Drammen

Cut to the bone

A stench of mildew and pudendum

Torn from sound thought

in bad intoxication and bad mood

Of free will, in free decay

Let's give way to the art

Uholy stimuli, arsonist of hate

Prescribed destruction

With all innocence scattered

With narrow-minded metal out of touch with time

With obscure riffs from hell

chiseled out by the Beast within us

5. Stolichnaya Smert 04:46   

Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa

as this skirt came on to me

I was strung out from manual labour

She was a bitch with a bandolier

You could tell she had a thing for

Vodka and Destruction

I showed off my piece

and she grabbed me by the horn

Halfway through the bottle

she wanted to go for a ride

Bottled up on Violence and fucking Chaos

things are going nowhere fast

Stoli - Satanic spirit

Turn me into a beast

Stolichnaya Smert

Come on, let's go to the death

Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb

Pedal to the floor - ready for more

Give me some throttle for this craving

A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing

Militia pigs are on to us

Want to give some beating

want to see some blood

Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim

and send some lead the coppers way

Stoli - fuel of the devil

hammer of hell, turn me into a beast

Sinner’s haven Tiraspol

no place better to end it all

Snatch another bottle of Stoli

wreaking havoc into the morning

At noon I took her down by the river

pulled her under till she stopped to shiver

Another drifter into the stream

but this one will forever pester my dreams

Take another hit to start me up

with Frothing Hunger

Where I am going no one can follow

Before I disappear

out of mind, out of sight

Swallowed by the Transnistrian night

Stolichnaya Smert

Come on, let's go to the death

6. Terminal Transnistrii 00:46  instrumental

7. Phantom Kosmonaut 05:57

Haunting, deep space mirage Serial number etched into my skin The band of the Phantoms and the sole ascendant Loveless clockwork movement the cold embrace of the flickering stars Outer frontier to godless desolation the spectre fog around us so merciless and cold Striving ever onwards like a knife to the throat Sores are running deep Devoid of remorse One is insignificant Give your all for a higher cause A quantum leap of faith, the necessity to tear down the walls of stagnation This blood feud cannot be reconciled All bonds are cut off From the bowels of Leviathan warheads descending Lawless metaphysics at play their charade is coming to an end At the vantage point I observe the violent throes of a dying hemisphere To the far end of the life-death axis Gasping for air This is the final standstill Oblivion came to pass Ekranoplan on the ocean of reveries Rearing Horsehead Nebula This vessel be my coffin   

8. Goat Lodge 06:37

 In search of meager serenity

Cunning demons ever striding

My arsenal of spirits

shall haul me through the night

In clouded visions, in distorted dreams

I’m out in the open, driven to the brink

As the dead hill comes into view

there is nothing inbetween

By the cruelty of nature

By the madness of the sea

She will settle for nothing less

She will claim as she has given

The Cormorant in the distance

Blackwinged scout of Utrøst

Standing tall, in lonely majesty

like an ill-boding totem

Whispering birches

Ancient soil of Suicide

Across the field of thorns

tearing up my old sores

Looking down that dismal road

I shall never forget their faces

So many a fellow lost

hanging from the gallows pole

Strangely, still connected

Bound by an ageless ritual

The blood of the traitors

washed away with the morning tide

The Dweller of the Threshold

reaching into his bag of tricks

The song of the Yellow Jester

an omen of the coming harvest

A passage to the clearing unfolds

sacret stone formation

The shadow of Ibex horns

appear before my weary feet

Turning the familiar key

open the door to my interior places

As howling winds go silent

I surrender to my sanctity

In the chamber of reflections

retracing my faltering steps

Cheap Kalinka and kettle coffee

rid my heart of these overgrown burdens

On the outside, the world is moving

the same ugly ways as ever before

Unbeknown to what resides beneath them

and to what end their blood shall trickle

The old, mounted trophies

are playing their games of mockery

By the horned moon, breathing life

into these devious paintings

crafted by hands unknown

Much too real, as if immersed

into a Dream within a Dream

cease to live through the broken shards

Blackout is a gift from below

9. I Eklipsens Skimmer 04:22

When the hammer of judgment falls

in the soul's autumn

Thirteen steps to nothing

Where the Death bells toll

Caught in an ice cold race

with life at stake and nothing to win

Threatening clouds, Cumulonimbus

descend towards outer space

Where the mind races, where the pendulum swings

in mysterious ways

Titan spires crack the sky open

Locked on target by tectonical weapons

Blinded by a Shimmer

from the event horizon

Neon glow over megapolises in corrosion

Burning winds, ashes and shattered glass

Isotope of Death, Strontium-90 into the source of life

Black energy war, dirty missiles

Climax of the gamma age - Vitam Ad Nihil

Overwhelmed disciples

in total Eclipse

Where they are ripped as carrions

between dogs without masters

Usurper of the heavenly throne

The seal of Death, counter-christ

In violent throws

in disturbed balance

Let the old world rupture

Free from thousand years in captivity

The Iron Vulture speads its wings

Projectiles of hate towards the bowels of Tellus

From the heart of Khaos

as thorns in the maker's side

  

10. Sans Soleil 00:48  instrumental

11. Inertia Corridors 06:56

  Staring into Inertia Corridors

Doppelgänger round the bend

Shifting from station to station

Lost in this horrid screenplay

Droning antennas

Incoherent voices

I scramble their transmission

with my tin foil mask

Let’s dive into this Cesspool that is life

Intake the Devil’s substance

Open the portals of perception

Read between the lines of angel dust

Cinders fell from a mescaline sky

...like virgin thoughts to a worm-ridden mind

Wailing masses wash away

It’s the dawn of Helter Skelter

In my temple of vice

Wading through molasses

Seeking another distraction

Something to hold off this innate unrest

Featureless talk show hosts

fade out in a dark purple haze

Block the keyhole, shut the drapes

My stalking neighbor is on to me

Brew some Tea, my trusted servant

Some of that green to set the matters right

Carried by revelations in tunnel vision

Crawlers gathering in the pipeline

As muculent tentacles coil around

the paralysed Lotuseater

From uncharted depths

roaches arise on techno stilts

Queen praying mantis

gnawing on my feet

Watching the end roll by

from my Electric Recliner

  48:06  

Curiosidades: Koldbrann significa en noruego gangrena.