Enjoy!
Four:
Abbath
Boy,
2016 sure roared in. We got new releases
from Anthrax (a great album), Witchcraft (a great album) and Abbath brought his
new band to the fore. Leaving Immortal,
he put together a sound that was an amalgamation of Immortal and his “I”
project, a lethal dose of black n’ roll and black metal that was just as frigid
and impaling as anything he’s done in the past.
Right out of the gates of the New Year, we got a classic.
“To
War” starts with some boots marching in the snow and that crunch is replaced by
a massive guitar crunch that bludgeons and then speeds up, a tank warming up
and cresting a hill, crushing all before it.
The drums rumble and threaten, tribal and dirty, propelling this damned
thing along. A bit of the old black metal
magic rears its head 1:33 and we’re off!
Abbath’s vocals may not be for all, but they sure work for me. His deathly croak sounding just as urgent as
ever. This song sets the tone for what
is to come.
“Winter
Bane” comes next, and it’s a sheer joy to behold. Heavy, driving, with just an amazing riff
come 40 seconds in. This is what Abbath
does better than anyone on the planet right now, this song right here. It contains several movements, all heavy as
hell, all blackened and crusted and yet thoroughly listenable and melodic in
its own way. The song lumbers and
lurches forward, carrying us on a chaotic tide of wild drumming and wanton
riffs, with a nice little bass fill 2:10 in.
If your head doesn’t bob to this one, you’re not a fan of metal. Right at 5 minutes the song drops down, goes
kinda acoustic for a bit, giving us some light for the shade, and then it picks
up and just thumps, man, riffing, hair flying, slow and steady. It pops up from there and cruises, Abbath
giving a weird, strained vocal that adds to the overall melody.
Third
song “Ashes of the Damned” thrashes right out, pummeling, blackened metal
greeting you with a swaggering grin.
This song is a series of fast punches to the face, punctuated by the
(keyboard?) horn poke that goes with each uttered word of the chorus/song
title. It settles into a groove 1:30 in,
giving us a few seconds to catch our breaths before rising to clobber once
more.
Reverberating
drums and crusty riffs bring us into “Ocean of Wounds,” a mid-paced affair that
grinds along, akin to a trek up the side of a mountain on a winding path that
is perfectly cut so as to afford a steady march to the summit. This is moody black n’ roll, atmospheric and
firm, a cold resoluteness that fades into wind and rain.
Riff,
riff, riff, comes next, brutal and dirty, sliding from clean to black for the
song “Count the Dead.” This is again
mid-paced but more fiery, less mesmerizing and repetitive, turning black 1:55
in, with blast beats and that sweet black metal guitar riffing. Abbath’s vocal exhorts us along, this thing
taking on an epic feel, a bit of Bathory in there, although I couldn’t name a
riff or chord to prove it.
“Fenrir
Hunts” is just brutal. It blasts right
on into your ears and assaults, machine gun drumming, black metal riffing,
patented Abbath growls, this one is kind of mean but in a good way. Again, the joy that permeates from these
tracks are infectious without once being poppy or boppy. This is a fist-pumper, a grit your teeth and
whip that hair around affair that’s at once serious as hell and joyous as a
first kiss. This song is the most
Immortal of them all.
Melodic,
echoey chords and driving drums open “Root of the Mountain,” leading to a hook
that’s sweet and satisfying. This one
slows it down a bit, leaving the listener to catch his breath, and then it
turns right around and swings in a way that Satyricon have mastered on their
last few records. This song is just as
apt to make you turn your head left to right and back again as it is to bang it
and that’s because “swing” is the operative word here, until about 2:25, and
then it becomes a straight up headbanger, with some epic bass going on in
there. It still swings, but this time
instead of from side to side, it’s going forward.
Final
track “Eternal” lets you know right away that this record isn’t going to just
fade away, it’s going to rip your face off.
Heavy, violent, almost purely black, this one sends you home crying like
the bully it is. But even so, you smile,
nursing your split lip, because you know you’ve been in a good fight and it was
well-worth it.
Abbath
has crafted maybe the funnest grim album of the year. The joy in the playing, in the marching,
triumphant return to the world stage, is infectious. It’s hard to listen to this record and smile,
despite how dark and epic it is. This is
why metal is so dynamic and amazing and if you can’t enjoy this, you can’t
enjoy metal.
A
simple, elegant, powerful statement of intent.
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