Winterfylleth - The Threnody of Triumph
For those unfamiliar with this oddly-named act (the name means “October” in ye Olde English), remove the more introspective moments from Fen’s bleak, Agalloch-inspired attack and replace with a melodic mastery in league with Dissection and you’ll slightly begin to grasp the majestic genius of the UK’s most valuable Black Metal export since the early days of Cradle of Filth. But it doesn’t seem fair to go at Winterfylleth with comparisons when they’re capable of casting a soundspell that has no equal. The blasting is ferocious, mechanical, perfect, yet nowhere near overproduced. Almost subtle, this blinding speed that somehow calms. The band has only one purpose when it comes to the guitars: create melody to astonishing effect that pleases the omnipotent Goddess Negativity. However, these lads do Suicidal with balls. Their expert precision and rhythmic command of any tempo ensures the intensity and professionalism often lacking in bands of the Depressive ilk. The vocals are pure, torn Black Metal throat, recorded and placed in the mix so flawlessly they double as a soothing whisper. Aggression with poignancy, fury with refrain. And I did not mean to imply that their sound is without moments of introspection. They occasionally pause for the rare treat of Folkish elements woven into the Black Metal aesthetic without the end result sounding like music created by carnies. This quartet doesn’t know how to sound contrived, fake, or happy. It just isn’t in their blood. Only being just barely overshadowed by the sheer magnificence of its predecessor —2010’s masterpiece The Mercian Sphere— prevents The Threnody of Triumph from a perfect score. Hunt down all that bears this band’s difficult-to-enunciate name. Unlike most decisions in life, you won’t regret it.
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Lars-Espen SORTERTHOWSEN said:
I haven’t heard it but I want too start A Blackmetal maraton who never stop
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