The Title of OPETH's ninth album is "Watershed". It's meaning, water divider, relates both to the albums contents, and to the changes in members that have happened during the last three years.
In may 2005, OPETH, for the first time, became a quintet. That's when Per Wiberg became a full time member after helping out on the "Damnation" tours.
- He's a breath of fresh air, says the singer. He's like a new friend, we're getting to know each other. I'm not saying that us others aren't friends, but we're more indolent/listless/apathetic. Like "Have you been drinking some liquor?". Per is a very simple human being who I talk a lot with and who makes everyone else feel better. I don't think he knows that. He can do these small things. Like when our former drummer Martin Lopez broke down before a concert and refused to go up on stage. Then Per told him "But it's only metal." That made Martin himself realize that it wasn't that bad. We were only gonna do a gig, why would he make it into something bigger.
The keyboard player has also become an important personal support for Mikael Åkerfeldt.
In conjunction with the sibling albums "Deliverance" and "Damnation" something happened. "I can honestly say that we went in over our heads when we decided to do this", he explained in Close-Up #54 in the winter of 2002. The truth is that the double work made his whole daily life crumble-
- I became physically and in a way psychically ill, he says. I became dizzy and had to drag myself out of bed. The dizziness was tough, when I moved my head and the vision followed a second later. I lost interest for everything. I remember doing an interview for an official documentary about recording the two albums, and afterwards, the reporter said that they couldn't release it. I didn't think about it myself, but I had only sat there and rejected everything, complained and said it sucked. Suddenly nothing was fun. Neither the band nor my collection of records. That was the worst. That my big passion felt totally meaningless- And that my shit turned grey. It became like the stuff you can put on the floor, what's that called?
- Spackle?
- Yeah, I crapped spackle. It was horrible. We were gonna do a gig in England, but I called our manager and told him I couldn't do it. I had to cancel. He said that it isn't possible without a legit reason. "But I'm sick", I said. "Then you need a doctor's permit", he said. So I went to the doctor, but he couldn't find anything wrong. He couldn't help me. Later I talked with Per and told him how I was feeling and he said: "You're burnt out. No question about it. I've also had that happen to me." He gave me a bunch of books on the subject, and after a while it just became better. Very strange. It was like it was enough that I had found out what it was. Then I became better. Music was fun again. The crap became brown.
The gig in England was completed.
- It also became a turnaround, actually. It was so damn fun. And our management had booked me into a luxury hotel in the city. The others had to live in some crappy place in a suburb. But it was only because I felt so bad, it wasn't some kind of Axl Rose-thing.