domingo, 28 de mayo de 2023

OLKOTH

 


Origen: E.E.U.U., Columbia

Formados: 2017

Estilo: Black, death

Temática: Atrocidades históricas, literatura y ocultismo

Enlaces: Instagram

Miembros:

  • Alex Rush Bajo y voces
  • Hunter Ross Guitarra
  • Zach Jeter Guitarra y voces
Discografía:

  • Demo Demo 2019  
  • Eidolon in the Flames Single 2021  
  • At the Eye of Chaos CD 2023  
AT THE EYE OF CHAOS (2023)
Con apenas la edición de una demo en 2019 de tres temas y después de haber superado la muerte de uno de sus miembros fundadores, los estadounidense Olkoth presentan sus primer larga duración. La presencia de Krzysztof Klingbein como batería de sesión que presenta como parte fundamental a la hora de entender el sonido del álbum y la banda debería de estudiar seriamente su contratación como miembro permanente . Estamos ante un álbum en general del ritmo alto, que destaca también por un sonido poderoso, denso y profundo, que sin caer en ciertos tecnicismo dentro del sonido death, si que de alguna manera suena realmente preciso. Con algunas influencias que los pueden emparejar a Nile o a Hate Eternal, estamos ante un álbum sin apenas concesiones en su faceta más directa y poderosa de death metal, muchas veces emparentados con el brutal death, sonido poderoso y alto de batería, unas guitarras profundas, lodosas y densas que con un sonido de bajo también rugoso, ofrecen un sonido impenetrable, empecinado a la hora de formar un muro de sonido en donde se dejan algunos resquicios para la aparición de algunas secciones de guitarra más elaboradas que permiten la apertura de ciertas atmósferas, llenas de oscuridad y podredumbre, pero que los pueden emparejar con estilos como el black. Poco hay que decir también en aspectos como el de las voces, con un componente denso y profundo, muy en la línea de un death infecto, con un buen aporte en el trabajo de dos voces, que sin aportar mucha variedad si que se agrace en el conjunto el poder disfrutar de esa doble visión y en un plano come el vocal en donde se añade una dosis extra de violencia. Un álbum que se posiciona como una obra de detah poderoso, en secciones influenciando por un death técnico, pero que ofrece algunas pinceladas de variedad que permite crear ciertas atmósferas y ofrecer influencias black al conjunto. (8,2).




1. Alhazred 04:26
 In Caliph’s court
born and enslaved only then to be exiled in fear
Raised by ghouls and beings of ill portent
Secrets of blood upon desert sands
Greatest conjurer, who through music enthralled evil from places unseen.
Hearken, I speak of Alhazred
Traveler of the realm beyond sleep

Dance with the Djinn
Stare into death’s pallid eyes
Commune with the dead
Harvest their black wisdom

From Babylon, ancient whispers
Carry echoes from old, deathless kings
Here within this dying beast’s entrails
Lie red visions of your empires fall
Greatest Sorcerer who, unblinking, gazes into the blackest abyss
Hearken, I speak of Alhazred
Who sees all, yet remains unseen

Dance with the Djinn
Stare into death’s pallid eyes
Commune with the dead
Black wisdom seals your demise

To walk the crimson wasteland and thus return unscathed,
Pacts of spirit and flesh shall mark your wretched soul.
Above the sands of Damascus awaits the nameless void.
For, the deathless ones to whom you’re tethered
reach out to seal your demise.

From the blackest abyss, peers an ageless terror.
The great, crawling chaos grants knowledge infernal.
Summon the dead payed with blood
Torn limb from limb
Alhazred
2. Incendiary Prayer 04:00
  For the lord who knows all that is
Has promised the crown of an Emperor
Giving power to the false
Who pray spinelessly to god as their greed becomes our overlord

Weary of valor and devoid of light
Pious convictions become a spiritual blight

They built their temples on the backs of slaves
Absolved of all error and sin
Well are we placed here in this field of arms
Blood red the steel of durandal shall flow

Beset upon by the hand of god
A kingdom purged of filth and infidels
May the prophet guide our blades
As the violence of his faith makes the land into an earthly hell

Weary of valor and devoid of light
Pious convictions infect with spiritual blight

They built their temples on the backs of slaves
Absolved of all error and sin
Well are we placed here in this field of arms
Blood red the steel of durandal shall flow

Thousands of years plagued by religious disease
By their own faith our race will crumble and fall to it’s knees
Infidel souls, captured and thrown to the fire
They fuel the beast of war
to manifest it’s hateful gods desires

Why are we ever born, for the day of ruin dawns
Now we have lost our peerage and our lords
An inquisition comes with all it’s force
Now we hear the shrilling horns
Fierce is the battle and wondrous grim
3. The Resurrectionist 03:43
Beneath the sands in depths forgotten
The doorway hidden by ancient ones
Under it’s spells of misdirection
They’ll wither wandering in the sun

Though he whose will breaks the clouded mind
Looks on past gilded halls to the portal
An oath of solemn and dire portent
Shall follow them ‘til death

You bear the mark of Nyarlathotep
Following in footsteps unseen and unheard
The corpses of kings shall bind us to the next world
Within this place we’ll live forever

Chambers perpetually illuminated
Reveal not words but dark eldritch signs
Inhuman figures impart their secrets
Whispers of foul necromantic rites

Towering pillars in stone of black
Align the path to a crawling madness
Malignant horror there seethes in wait
Under it’s sardonic gaze
We worship with our blood

Spill your life before the faceless one
In dark rites of vile resurrection
4. Thousand Faced Moon 04:19
Unseating the nervous equilibrium
An awful lore that yet still lives
Spawned from nests of disorder and violence
A horror beyond all human conception
Crowds of fugitives leprous and cancerous
With evil dragged from elder worlds
In this poison cauldron where their venom spreads
Perpetuates dark obscenities

A cosmic irony justifies the prophet’s cursed and loathsome words.
This latent mystery in our existence is ever present beyond the veil.
Hysteria takes hold in a hell of revelation too sudden and insidious to escape.
Amalgamations of spiritual putrescence, the blasphemies of a hundred dialects assail the sky.

O’ friend and companion of night, who wanderest in the midst of the shades among tombs, who longest for blood and bringest terror, Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon…

Festered by unhallowed prayers and bleeding throats,
Cosmic sin is ushered forth.
Grinning march of death that is to rot us all,
Forms too vile for our graves to hold.
Sephiroth, Ashmodai, Samael!
Take this flesh in offering to her
Within this quintessence of all damnation
The bounds of consciousness are torn apart

Amidst the blasphemies and the cries of Eldritch things that should be dead
Grim abnormalities spill stainless lifeblood within Satan’s Babylonish court.
Lillith, Great Lillith, behold this rotting vessel, his terrible visage with outstretched arms.
A hellish vestige of netherlandish death-cults, their blasphemies in a hundred dialects assail the sky.

O’ friend and companion of night, who rejoicest in the baying of dogs and spilt blood,
who longest for flesh and brings* terror. Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon…
Accept our sacrifice!
5. To Eat of the Lotus 05:22
Lost within this self-made haze of gnarled delusion, you create deception to hide your life’s failures. Bury all of your demons; you’re too weak to face them. To eat of the lotus, you’ll abandon all that’s sacred. Direful winds carry lies over seas of confusion. Lustful and corrupted, love gives way to hatred. Take it all, give back nothing and leave yourself hollow. To eat of the lotus you’ll defile all that is sacred. For this demented soul... I hear the void calling! Oh, the nectar is so sweet. It’s taste corrupts your senses and your mind. Your father’s hatred is an old and decaying shield. A writhing soul watched by Malebolgian eyes spirals into depravity.
6. Eidolon in the Flames 04:38
  Sick and deranged
Force-fed by those who follow the kloth
Religious darkness controls them
Thrown to the ground
Violently mounted with a hand on your throat
Swallow the vile holy spirit

A fire to send this helpless soul into oblivion
Gleaming with hatred, born of ignorance

Burned on the hearth
Smoldering there until only ashes remain
Rise through the smoke and poignant stench of death

Suffering and weary
God fearing gaze upon her
A sentence to purge the unholy
There can be no salvation
Fever dreams invade the last acrid nights
Words of condemnation
The heretic reads aloud the final rites

Tithe unto hell
Infernal changeling, it must be absolved
Amongst the hawthorns it found her
Vicious intent
Held to the embers in the name of a god
Devils whore, foul deceiver

The fire will send this wretched soul into oblivion
Gleaming with hatred, spawned from ignorance

Burned on the hearth
Smoldering there until only ashes remain
Rise through the smoke and poignant stench of death

They pray and read out scripture
As the embers burn her soft, tender flesh
No god was there with her
I still hear the burning voice calling my name to the fire.
A glow of suffering burned into my eyes
These stygian wails erode all sanity
Gripping the soul at its core,
a crippling fear assumes all control
Through judgment misgiven, accursed eternity

Demonic imposter
Taker of souls
Only a spirit of hatred now remains
Unholy Imposter
Corrupter of Souls
I still see the Eidolon staring back through the flames

Unholy Imposter
Corrupter of Souls
I still hear the burning voice calling out my name
The eidolon in the flames
7. Lords of the Kali Yuga 03:23
Hari Krishna, truthfulness and mercy has dissolved. The souls of this age are desecrated, our wisdom and consciousness devolves Oh Visnuyasa, your avatar splits the horizon And from your hands the eight opulences command the greater winds of the end We mourn the blackened skies Through vista of all the ages past Yuga of Kali Scorch the earth and purify all corruption In the eyes of Brahma, three worlds swallowed by serpent’s flame From the mouth of Ananta comes the breath of our final days. Monuments reduced to embers are forsaken by time. Watch the Rajas burns their kingdoms by infernal design. Let the lords of fire and void, cleanse the firmament. They orchestrate the fall of man as this aeon ends. We mourn the blackened skies Through vista of all the ages past Yuga of Kali Our souls in fire are purified  
8. At the Eye of Chaos 05:20
 The death of all ideologies shall erase our identity and mind.
The damage we’ve done, now irreparable;
Our existence diseased by ages of corruption

Open the gates for the blindgod
Black writhing chaos that sleeps beyond
This cataclysm echoes through the aeons
Deliverance lies in our deconstruction

The battered and bloated fallen ones whirl above in currents of spinning death.
Devour all that lies on the horizon
Blessed the world eater, our day of ruin has come

Open the gates for the blindgod
Oh tortured phantoms of ages lost
Noiseless infinity calls us from the great void
To be delivered by deconstruction

*Our chants ascend; we who dare to speak your name.
All hail the throne at the eye of chaos.

Coronzon awaits through the watchtowers, disrupting the laws of a dying realm.
A vessel of flesh calls them into being.
Entities of wrath, through their holocaust birth freedom.

Open the gates for the blindgod
Oh tortured phantoms of ages lost
Noiseless infinity calls us from the great void
To be delivered by deconstruction

*Our chants ascend; we who dare to speak your name.
All hail the throne at the eye of chaos.

Mad Lord! Creator, Destroyer...
Master of the Infinite Chaos.
Temper us in thy abysmal cold.
Come god upon thy eternal throne.
Reign in Chaos
  35:11




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