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2015 part 6/6 : November → December

17.12.15

MÅNEGARM - MÅNEGARM

Månegarm - Månegarm Dice 5/6

NAPALM RECORDS, 20.11.15
Swedish Månegarm is a band that is able to unite both forest folks and sailors alike. Their folk/viking metal smells of both pine, fir and spruce on one hand, and foaming salt seas on the other.
I must confess to having a rather slackly relation to the band's discography. The delightful Vredens Tid (or “Time of Wrath” - 2005) is the only album that's been played a multiple tenfold of times.
Now I can practically say the same about their eighth and self titled album.

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06.12.15

HELHEIM - RAUNIJAR

Helheim - raunijaR Terningkast 4

DARK ESSENCE RECORDS, 04.12.15
Helheim began their journey across the open sea in 1992. Now, 20 years after their début, the band's eighth raid is ready for launch. An album that's hard to grasp.
I discovered the crew form Bergen with Blod og Ild (Blood and Fire - 2000). Before that time the band was blacker in their expression, but there their distinctive Viking expression were distilled, albeit with a charming, scruffy touch. Here, however, the Viking veterans has seemingly moored the Viking ship and put down chainmail and sword and embarked on a shore leave in the kaupang (market-place) of Bjørgvin.

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28.11.15

IMAGES AT TWILIGHT - KINGS

Images At Twilight - Kings Terningkast 5

INDIE RECORDINGS, 27.11.15
At some point between the dinosaurs aimless roaming, and man's first resolute step, there was a civilization that vanished almost without a trace. The few remedies they left has been interpreted in religious and semi-scientific ways by everything from Mesopotamians and Aztecs to Erich von Däniken.
Yet, none of them would ever have guessed that the human race was created by the creature Kaizanbar.
And he saw that it was good... enough.


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13.11.15

KAMPFAR - PROFAN

Kampfar - Profan Dice 5/6

INDIE RECORDINGS, 13.11.15
Kampfar plunges straight into the flames, they're cremated, but survives. Yet, of their own choice, they're buried alive at 666 feet. Besides hopelessness and contempt, the band is surrounded by lifeless, oxygen-poor, gritty darkness.
Chained in the deepest outpost, screaming your suffering and curses falls on deaf ears. Mold, rock, soil and earth again, has no sympathy. Only indifference. Kampfar digs in their own grave, but to no avail. For every shovel of dirt they only increases the scope of emptiness.

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