I've only just started trying to listen to Immortal. I've never bothered with them before since they look ridiculous, to the extent even guys in the BM scene were ridiculing them.
But I have to say Battles In The North and a couple of others I've heard so far are fucking excellent.
I think Varg was always mediocre as a purely ambient composer. On the other hand, when that influence finds its way into his black metal songs, it's fucking great.
There's simply not enough interesting material and development over the course of the track to justify its outrageous length. If it were significantly shorter, I would have no problem with it.
I think Varg was always mediocre as a purely ambient composer.
Not even In The Nightside Eclipse?![]()
Well, I have to admit, "A Fine Day To Die" is awesome.![]()
I agree with this; however, by and large I disagree with this:
Hlidskjalf is for me the best evidence toward the contrary. I also think that "Tomhet", "Han Som Reiste", and "Channeling the Power of Souls into a New God" are worthy ambient compositions, at least by my admittedly marginally informed standards.
Why exactly did Garm and Ulver stop making top class bm? I read somewhere that he got "burnt out"...? Does anyone know?
Just recently started getting into Katharsis and am very impressed. Both albums 666 and VVorldVVithoutEnd are great all the way through. Can't wait to listen to Krusifixxion
Hlidskjalf is a little hit-and-miss for me; the first couple of tracks grab my attention and suceed in portraying the setting that Varg is trying to convey (regarding the 'lyric' book which explains how every song is meant to feel). If you read the info on Der Tod Wuotans (which remains as my favourite non-metal Burzum song), it actually captures what he is trying to express;I should probably give Hlidskjalf some more listens. I might have been too easily dismissive of it when I first heard it.
Drums of war sound. Warriors are gathered to fight on the W�gri�r plain. Charging men, wolves, ravens and gods, worms and beasts of darkness; the plain is lit with fire. Blood is flowing, bits of flesh, severed limbs, smashed skulls and bodies lie strewn across the plain. Screams cut the air, screams of anger and pain, the sound of metal blades and armour clashing, clubs smashing bodies. Then, for a brief moment, everything stops. It is as if the universe holds its breath. Wuotan has fallen on the W�gri�r plain; swallowed by Fanjariho. For a moment the time stands still. For Wuotan; Hail and Joy!