Arson Cafe: April 2017

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Triumvir Foul - Serpentine Seed

From the upcoming album Spiritual Bloodshed.

Thursday, April 06, 2017

Graveland - Impaler's Wolves EP

1. Impaler of Wallachia 12:01

2. In the Northern Carpathians 10:25

I'm taking a trip to Bucharest this weekend before going back home for Easter, so I'm planning to visit one of the places I have been talking about visiting for a very long time now. I hope to see the great forests and landscapes there, as well as do some sightseeing inside the city. A proper playlist could not start in any other way than this neat Graveland EP, which is right to the point and both tracks included are examples of how a good re-recording is done. Originally, they appear in the band's debut album Carpathian Wolves, which was released five years earlier than this EP, during the period of all the classic masterpieces.

Saturday, April 01, 2017

Windswept - The Great Cold Steppe

You-know-how members from Ukraine.

Track listing:

1. Black Horizon is the Gates Of a Blizzard

2. Shrouded in Pale Shining, So Sleeps Infinite Ancient Steppe

3. The Stars Are Cold and Indifferent, Sow Their Gleaming Ashes

4. The Great Shepherd Rides His Storms

5. Blinding and Bottomless Abyss is Howling

6. A Spiteful Wind Buries All the Lonely Whispers

LISTEN

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.