YELLOW EYES

Origen: E.E.U.U, Nueva York

Formados: 2010

Estilo: Black

Temática: Tristeza

Enlaces: Bandcamp y twitter

Miembros:

• Alexander DeMaria Bajo
• Mike Batería
• SS Guitarra
• Will Skarstad Guitarra y voces

Discografía:

• Silence Threads the Evening's Cloth CD 2011   
• Yellow Eyes / Monvment Split 2012   
• Hammer of Night CD 2013   
• The Desert Mourns EP 2014
• Stillicide EP 2014
• Sick with Bloom CD 2015
• Immersion Trench Reverie CD 2017
• Rare Field Ceiling CD 2019
• Dagger in the Warm Straw Single 2022 Master's Murmur CD 2023
• Collected Works (2015-2019) Recopilatorio 2024

HAMMER OF NIGHT (2013)

En este su segunda larga duración de los estadounidenses Yellow Eyes incorporan elementos de otros géneros musicales a su black metal de vertiente emocional. De un tiempo a esta parte el black se va mezclando con otros géneros musical con mayor o menor gusto por parte del oyente, bien es cierto que un semillero importante de esta escena son la bandas procedente de E.E. U.U. con Krallice por ejemplo como elemento más reconocible. La música se mueve por terrenos de la evolución y la progresión, ajenos a estructuras clásicas, la intención es montar todo el sonido de guitarra, batería y voz, para crear un muro de sonido infranqueable para transmitir sensaciones de desesperación y agobio. Sin embargo se las arreglan para sonar diferentes, aunque se puedan encuadrar en un primer momento en la escena experimental dentro del black, aportan suficiente variaciones y sutiles cambios para presentarse como un pequeño soplo de aire freco en el género y acabar por quedar atrapado en su música. Los de Nueva York salen a álbum por año y algo tienen que lo hacen especiales, saben lo que tienen entre manos, no es sencillo lo que intentan y menos salir airosos. Un álbum para seguidores de la vertiente más experimental del black, de gusto por el sludge, el post de alto calibre. (7,9).

Sibir records

1. Light Has Fallen 06:17

 in the length of daylight's strip

territories long and grey

downward through the valley

lie the shards of lighted gloom

light has fallen

but it cannot grip the pastures

and its shores grow blue

the sun is leaving me here

the foam of dark waves on the soil

run toward the pink sky

for there are deep pools here

where founts of cold reside

light has fallen

waist-deep in the pasture

and against my burning legs

brushes the first smooth black fish 

2. In This Stillness 06:55  

 holes in the cloth

seeds and grain fall from my sides

in the gloom my eyes

are black stones

but how they yawn for light

when silence grips its knuckles white

i hear gasping all around

nobody finds his treasure safe

in this stillness

the wider field

where a carcass glows

the wider field

is darker than the sky

on the wide crystal chandelier

with its jewels hanging upwards

toward the air

each one a world i do not spoil

a crushing beast with pity's stare

will charge at me until i am found

3. Many Long Fingers Bent in Pain 06:16

my moving form makes ugly knots in the wind many long fingers bent in pain the meadow, slick and sewn with frost, ruined as my footsteps crush webs into the marble i curse myself and the warm steam curls the moon's gaze is broken as i pass and my shadow starves the moss of light a sharp branch scrapes my cheek pierced and stunned i frailly ask was debt repaid? slowly i am spurned the branch had snapped in the clearing light is low and lower near the sulking brush i lay down my things i would bleed into the earth if it would not break the silence i would enter the ground if it would not make it warm

4. Ice Knell 04:20

you realize your hands are white your life was spent in an effort to keep ice from your face you are sinking with the moon it will go and you will stay enough lay down no branches bleed enough you realize your hands are white bells in the woods who is ringing them now? seasons will find you enough lay down no branches bleed enough

5. Hammer of Night 05:09

as the hammer of night fell i went down the hill where the forest cleared to see it touch the snow like a barrel i strained to see the shape it moaned but would not be seen when the light was gone i went to where it had struck a pit of ice had sunken footholds smoothed from the walls a hole aimed up like a black pupil too deep to see with blue rippled walls the air slid down where the hammer of night fell i lit a fire and felt the dusting snow beside me the flakes slid in i fell asleep by the pit of ice soon i was climbing steps in a garden with the smell of wet mud toward a bull with no eyes 

6. Cabin Filled with Smoke and Flies 06:46

  on a day when the grey sky hangs

like the space between two boats

the cabin fills with smoke

my fire breathes and spits

as pines with lifted nets

stand cemetery solid in the snow

i never knew a word for this

the terror of the day

the cabin creaks and moans

the heart is in the air

from unseen holes, the flies

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