Arson Cafe: In the Spotlight: Moonsorrow / Izegrim / Ill Omen

Thursday, March 31, 2016

In the Spotlight: Moonsorrow / Izegrim / Ill Omen

The Good: Moonsorrow - Jumalten aika

Could this be the most devastating among the titans of viking black metal? I haven't discovered any other band with pure diamond albums only, Jumalten aika adding to the lot. It grabs you by the ears, it haunts you, it makes you ache the barbaric lives of ancient pagan heathens and totally rules you in it's will. Amazing.

The Bad: Izegrim - The Ferryman's End

Unliking this album makes me sad. It has such a kick ass cover. I was pumped to listen to it, I really wanted to love it and show it to my friends, so that they would see the beauty on the outside and the inside. However, it will probably stay as a wallpaper at best, because it turns out The Ferryman's End is juvenile new-sounding thrash / death with no purpose and horrible kid lyrics.

The Ugly: Ill Omen - Æ.Thy.Rift

Ill Omen is an ill omen. Moving at funereal pace, with lot's of dark ambient, whispering unfathomable lyrics, Ill Omen comes from the land that birthed Elysian Blaze and doesn't live much space for you to breathe. Æ.Thy.Rift might be considered short for it's kind, but it only takes a few minutes to suffocate anyway.

Last minute suggestion:

Ifrinn - Ifrinn

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Reckoning

From all the hills came screams. A piece of sky beside the crescent sun was detaching. It was a loosened circle of evening sky, suddenly lighted from the back. It was an abrupt black body out of nowhere; it was a flat disk; it was almost over the sun. That is when there were screams. At once this disk of sky slid over the sun like a lid. The sky snapped over the sun like a lens cover. The hatch in the brain slammed. Abruptly it was dark night, on the land and in the sky. In the night sky was a tiny ring of light. The hole where the sun belongs is very small. A thin ring of light marked its place. There was no sound. The eyes dried, the arteries drained, the lungs hushed. There was no world. We were the world’s dead people rotating and orbiting around and around, embedded in the planet’s crust, while the earth rolled down. Our minds were light-years distant, forgetful of almost everything.