Terratur Possessions, 15.09.16
We'll stay in Norway for a while, and we won't leave black metal's harsh, claw-infested grip. We also stick to the seemingly never-ending year 2016.
Nidaros (Trondheim) spent some time climbing up to the same level and diversity as other parts of our elongated vast tundra, but gradually strengthened a firm position as suppliers of pitch black disgust. Meet Whoredom Rife, a new but particularly solid act, and memorize the name, as the duo will soon be launching their first full work, and based on this four-track EP, that's something you don't wont to miss out on. Cause this is true black metal!
With four songs lasting from five to six minutes, the EP reels off respectable 22.5 minutes in total. Enough to form its own little grim universe, yet brief enough to leave the listener with a taste of blood that doesn't quench the hunger, but rather leaves a burning, insatiable lust; a blood-thirst for more.
Messrs V. Einride (instrumentation) and K.R (vokills) have apparently not left any earlier mark in the form of participation on releases. All the more impressive then that The Worship of Idols Instead of God; Idolatry shines bright of Lucifer's light from the very first second, and keeps at it without a single dull moment until having crossed the finish line. V. Einride is the mastermind behind the creation. He has written both music and lyrics: The music based on a burning desire to preserve the ideology and atmosphere of the nineties in a nostalgic and conservative manner, and lyrics allegedly wholly or partly founded on Codex Regius, a collection of Old Norse texts, such as Völuspá and Hávamál.
The men waste no time, but comes out guns blazing, firing of cascades of icy sadistic riffs and ferocious manic blasting after very few seconds of Fyrstens Land. The vocals that soon settles on top of pouring, bombastic and aggressive black metal, is of a beastly character. K.R gives fundamentalistic misanthropy a voice through atrocious diabolical roars, whose deranged intonation gives associations to inhuman entities. Beneath horrid and foul bellowing, a fierce and deafening blaring flow past with massive mass and frantic pace, like a gigantic waterfall of sharded glass. Minimalistic and sombre melodies cuts fringes in the soul. Towards the end, powerful moods of arrogant and cynical pride is formed, strengthened by nifty subtle use of synth.
Gitt til Odin once again provide full throttle from start. Whilst hectic cascades of jet black furore again washes over the listener, the melodies form savage, stout and proud moods honouring Alföðr Óðinn, Wōden, god of wisdom, king of valkyries and einherjers. All songs have their own identity, while the interaction between them form a cohesive whole. You can flush clichés like the whole being greater than the sum of its parts or shitty pretentious phrases like “synergy effect” down the drain along with uniform religious togetherness and hipster-popularity. Whoredom Rife offers resounding heretical fury which is as infectious on the listener as bubonic plague. We're witnessing pure, unadulterated hatred in the form of controlled sonic clamour. I'm filled with delicious adrenaline, pumping around, filling me with intoxicating raving glee and malice. The music is genuinely pissed off, and can't be misinterpreted as pompous or feigned.
The sound echo in unbridled uproar as if rabid giants shutter mountains with sledge hammers and throw boulders in rage. The candle flickers in the devastating pummelling thrust from the speakers and cast shadows as of the devil on the wall. Thought and Memory blare forth in breathless pace, but calms the pace after a few minutes. Gradual transitions step the tempo down toward Hel, where gloomy moods, physical bass and exquisite rhythms creates an invaluable vile and deeply memorable atmosphere. Eponymous Whoredom Rife cling on to the dim doomy mood with rolling rhythms, dystopic riffs and demon-possessed vocals. After a brief and calm sequence, as of devilish spiritualism, the final sprint is completed as a haughty stage, a victory lap. Whoever isn't left with jaw drop and a diabolical grin, simply don't like authentic black metal!
The upcoming album Dommedagskvad is just around the corner and will be released by Terratur Possessions when Whoredom Rife takes the stage at the Inferno Festival in Oslo on April 12th.
Listen to the preview Beyond The Skies Of God.
Meanwhile, check out coal-black, satanic, infernal and masterfully nuanced black metal via utterly superb The Worship of Idols Instead of God; Idolatry.
Hear the two first songs, Fyrstens Land and Gitt til Odin:
A notorious masterpiece was performed live for the first time as an adversary in advent, 15 freezing moons ago. The concert was filmed and released in various audio and video formats. I have ploughed through the digital and visual version.
I miss the good old Live in Bischofswerda and European Legions: Live in Marseille videos. Not that they're far away. They're in the basement. But they're made of a fossil material called VHS. Moreover, I would've had to hook up the equally outdated VCR as well. That one's not too far away either. But it's stuffed away, and will remain so.
A new DVD is at least a consolation. With classic song material in top quality on the menu, it's also an apt plaster on the wound. And this is what the title promises, De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas in full, neither more nor less, performed live at the Black Christmass Festival in Norrköping, Sweden on December 18th 2015.
We of course kick off with Funeral Fog (or Funeral Fuck, as funny individuals might choose to call it), that'll prepare you for the occult ceremony which is taking shape. One can always say that Attila is a theatrical nut, but as authentically mentally contorted and megalomaniacally degenerate as the man is, one can certainly wonder whether or not this is acting at all. The heretic high priest fill the role as deranged preacher and raving mad alchemist perfectly.
With Freezing Moon as the second track, you know that the setlist is not optimal live, as this would have been best off saved for the end, but considering the rest of De Mysteriis is by no means flawed, the guys might as well burn off some steam so that they don't bottle it up and explodes. Teloch's band-saw-on-ice-block-containing-frozen-corpse solo caress the ears gingerly as razor blades petting internal organs. Penetrating them softly, whereupon they open up ajar, unfolding like a blooming, bleeding flower.
“It's night again
Night you beautiful
I please my hunger
On living humans”
The ritual has commenced. A ritual that will come to last for an hour. Fifteen minutes longer than the album, that is. The ceremony is supported by lighting, stage decoration and a ghastly show from our perverted inverted Pope. I choose not to comment to a wide extent on the visuals, in order not to reveal too much, but the interludes that are helping to extend the running time should be mentioned. Interludes, designed by Tore Stjerna and Teloch, that act as independent intros before each song, but also as ominous links between each song. I don't reveal too much by mentioning the orange symbols that adorn the background during bewitching Life Eternal either. A seductive, cleverly structured gem with biting riffing from “newcomer” Ghul that's really bloody tasty in a live setting. Well, that actually goes for all the songs. Tore Stjerna has taken care of the sound, so this one comes of real good on your stereo too.
Hellhammer once again show who's the man when sticks and pedals run amok under among other From the Dark Past. Necrobutcher grins like a kid with a snap-off blade from a utility knife as harmonica. One might almost suspect him of enjoying himself. But it's a diabolical smile. He's probably making an estimate of how many souls he's been involved in corrupting over the years, included the participants on the Black ChristMass. Attila again display some crazy grimaces across the face. Let's hope that no one from the Centre for Mental Health watches this DVD. Grishnackh, Euronymous and Snorre was unfortunately prevented from attending the event this evening, but otherwise the line-up is almost as the original. That is, Hellhammer and Attila Csihar are the only two on stage who actually participated on the album. Teloch ain't exactly “the new guy” any more, although he joined Mayhem 17 years after De Mysteriis. The title now belongs to Ghul, who has “only” been a part of the band for five years. Just one year less than Teloch.
The intro to De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas is in particular creepy as hell. Is it perhaps the piano version from the bonus CD of the documentary Pure Fucking Mayhem played in a slightly faster pace,? Ominous, sonorous and sore tones of piano is followed by threatening pour and disturbing, chanting, semi-operatic and blasphemous Roman Catholic vowel, again followed by rasping infamous curse and bile. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!
This is well-played in every nook and cranny, so to speak. The vocals are slaying. The mix and other production aspects are about as good as authentic black metallic sound can be live. Intros and dramaturgy provides visual and aural entertainment. Everything succeed, and makes this DVD a release you can to pull out of the shelf in and out of season, so to speak.
The only still available physical version of De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas Alive is the expanded vinyl package with DVD and accessories, going for 80 Euro. The digital audio version is available on Bandcamp, but I strongly recommend the digital downloadable version of the DVD that can be rented or purchased on Vimeo.
See Freezing Moon and Life Eternal in addition to From the Dark Past below, and listen to the rest underneath.
PS 25.03.17: Mayhem has just have just set out on the roads of Europe with the same set list. Check the dates here.
In Norway, the show can be witnessed on Beyond the Gates: Bjørgvin Black Mass in five freezing moons.