Review Summary: Amazing dark-drone, post rock, ambient album that is 100% sure to please.2 of 2 thought this review was well written
I've been enjoying this album for quite some time now and this is mainly due to how emotionally effective it is. Whenever I found myself in mellow moods or are just looking for music that put together very well I come to this album. Although I've never felt the album art matched the actual music within. I feel the music here is much darker than a blue lite night sky in the forest. I picture more of a desolate iceland with frostbitten moods but that's just me.
Nadja is well known for their awesome-effective noisedrone fuzz albums and Vamipillia are masterful-emotional classical-ambient masters. Damn am I glad that they came together for this project. It's really important again to realize this whole album is pure darkened moods. Everything is dark, mellow, and even sometimes mysterious like the third 23 minute track "Icelight" that being with an ambient desolate air and doom-like drums that favor slow-slow tempos. The textures are so delicate as if you were hold an expensive glass artifact that equally amazing to gaze at. This is drone here guys so realise that you need to sit back and relax to this and let it just take you.
The intro tracks contains some nicely arranged mellow piano parts which jumps into the second track Northern Lights. A creshodoing build up passage explodes into a fuzz distorted atmosphere before the drop back that leads to the album main highlight which was the 23 minute track we mentioned earlier. So again the first two tracks feel most like an intro to the main third track. Most of the other tracks are similar to the previous ones but the droning is taking to new levels with the combining of pianos and ambient synths.
I'd like to mention an effective techniqe that is used on this album. I like to think of it as the whole circle or a perfect 5th. Basically when you are traveling throught this exciting album you will notice that octaves are very prominant in that high tones and low tones co-exist together so effortlessly you can't help but envision things.
I highly recommend this to weed smokers, ambient lovers, melancholic minimalist classical lover, and anyone who is looking for somethings fresh, different, and well put together.
yeah this rules
Digging: Morbid Saint - Spectrum of Death
nah best dron is sunn oh
Album Rating: 4.0
Digging: Emancipator - Soon It Will Be Cold Enough
Album Rating: 4.5
The bukakke fapfest is brought to the thread.
ethereal drones evoking clouds of sonic ecstasy. My endless voyage towards solace island finally comes to an end.
Album Rating: 4.5
My condition was now one of indescribable chaos. Not knowing whether I was mad or sane, sleeping or waking, I was saved only by a merciful numbness. I believe I did ridiculous things such as offering prayers to Artemis, Latona, Demeter, Persephone, and Plouton. All that I recalled of a classic youth came to my lips as the horrors of the situation roused my deepest superstitions. I felt that I had witnessed the death of a whole village, and knew I was alone in the castle with Denys Barry, whose boldness had brought down a doom. As I thought of him new terrors convulsed me, and I fell to the floor; not fainting, but physically helpless. Then I felt the icy blast from the east window where the moon had risen, and began to hear the shrieks in the castle far below me. Soon those shrieks had attained a magnitude and quality which cannot be written of, and which make me faint as I think of them. All I can say is that they came from something I had known as a friend
Which review you plagiarized balls, interested in reading the whole thing :]
Album Rating: 4.5
It was hideous that footfalls so dissimilar should move in such perfect rhythm. The training of unhallowed thousands of years must lie behind that march of earth’s inmost monstrosities . . . padding, clicking, walking, stalking, rumbling, lumbering, crawling . . . and all to the abhorrent discords of those mocking instruments. And then . . . God keep the memory of those Arab legends out of my head! The mummies without souls . . . the meeting-place of the wandering kas . . . the hordes of the devil-cursed pharaonic dead of forty centuries . . . the composite mummies led through the uttermost onyx voids by King Khephren and his ghoul-queen Nitokris. . . .
The tramping drew nearer—heaven save me from the sound of those feet and paws and hooves and pads and talons as it commenced to acquire detail! Down limitless reaches of sunless pavement a spark of light flickered in the malodorous wind, and I drew behind the enormous circumference of a Cyclopic column that I might escape for a while the horror that was stalking million-footed toward me through gigantic hypostyles of inhuman dread and phobic antiquity. The flickers increased, and the tramping and dissonant rhythm grew sickeningly loud. In the quivering orange light there stood faintly forth a scene of such stony awe that I gasped from a sheer wonder that conquered even fear and repulsion. Bases of columns whose middles were higher than human sight . . . mere bases of things that must each dwarf the Eiffel Tower to insignificance . . . hieroglyphics carved by unthinkable hands in caverns where daylight can be only a remote legend. . . .
Album Rating: 3.0
sweet this needed a review
Digging: Jeremiah Cymerman - Pale Horse
At some time during this shocking period the cold wind and the screaming must have roused me, for my
next impression is of racing madly through inky rooms and corridors and out across the courtyard
into the hideous night. They found me at dawn wandering mindless near Ballylough, but what unhinged
me utterly was not any of the horrors I had seen or heard before. What I muttered about as I came
slowly out of the shadows was a pair of fantastic incidents which occurred in my flight: incidents
of no significance, yet which haunt me unceasingly when I am alone in certain marshy places or in
the moonlight.As I fled from that accursed castle along the bog’s edge I heard a new sound: common,
yet unlike any I had heard before at Kilderry. The stagnant waters, lately quite devoid of animal
life, now teemed with a horde of slimy enormous frogs which piped shrilly and incessantly in tones
strangely out of keeping with their size. They glistened bloated and green in the moonbeams, and
seemed to gaze up at the fount of light. I followed the gaze of one very fat and ugly frog, and saw
the second of the things which drove my senses away.
Incredible album. I didn't know unpretentious drone existed. Fuckin eh
Can't argue with that. I'm just trying to fit in here =,(
don't be a prick I'm from Calgary too.
I had an old account and you told me your from here, but hit up school in Vic. DeathByAstonishment was my old account.
You too meng. If your back in town sometime hit me up well go pubbin' or some shit.
bahaa I'm serious tho. Not that I've heard much drone. Actually I've only heard this and a couple Sunn albums so I'm not exactly qualified. This was a beautiful album though, I want a hardcopy
Album Rating: 4.0
Yo if you don't mind I'd actually love a few more albums in the vein of this kind of drone, ya know still kinda melodic or whatever.
I guess maybe pretentious was the wrong word. More like inaccesible. As much as I love drone metal its just so damn hard to get into sometimes. Listening to this shit is like meditation, kinda gotta just lie back close your eyes and wander with the sound.
Album Rating: 4.0