Metal Reviews

Like two polar opposites metals absorbing each other in magnetic fields, only that it is at the center of the skull now.

A remarkable work in progress/heavy which I am reacquainting myself with, after much abstinence.

It is with great enthusiasm that I return so eagerly to recordings such as these, where the pleasure is wholesome and pleasant.

Of significant fineness and of great delicate proportion, just like edible fineries, consume, and drift away.

As it is the case with recordings from the late 90's and the early 2000's, that is, the romantically profound with melodic temperaments, and the high-stake eloquence, the poetically oceanic lyrics, and the emphasis on spaces in production, the importance of a captivating, and a grabbing artwork, all go towards what Amorphis were, in the earlier stages of their careers, and what a different band they were, then, and what they are now, in a by-gone era.

These shape-shifters of harmony have altered their identities, but their essences remain the same.

These years in their discography, and however many years, which are left of the Maiden brothers, I do not think a great many years are left, were a very different Maiden, aged, and experienced, and yes, indeed, changed, and different men, as we all are today, were yet still a unified group of musicians, as they are today.

Glorious narrative-development by Mr. Dickinson, the brothering melody-makers from the worlds far beyond ours, a bass-man that has paws as strong as the tips of the wolf in grapple, and a drummer, who is on an independent voyage, all by himself.

Valor, honor, pride.

Time the true revealer, pain the tester of endurance.