I have awaited this week...ALDA's album Passage is nothing less than marvelous, houndingly majestic. A culmination of experience and progress all generating this mountainous creation. I could pick any track on this album for a showcase however Weathering includes something personal to me, a quote from the film Jeremiah Johnson, coupled with the already stellar ambiance this track is wonderful put together. I would ask you to listen to the entire album if this single wonder enchants or entertains you in any way for I am certain you would not be disappointed. As for this week, may you weather it with the same timid grace as that of the old earth.
Oh solar fume, may we drift never further
and come never closer
We, the parched land aching for a drink
In the fallow dew we would have followed you
but for the rain refusing to fall
when we're cast from the shores and left to the drought
tossed in the currents of venomous thought
Eyes shut, teeth clenched
straining against the changes
scying and searching the signs of the skies
a glyph in the grass, a rune in the wood
Facing the storm within
finding the courage to breath
Souls pour molten in the crucible
Where stars flicker and die in the glint of our eyes
Strength hard won, memories lost
The waried road far from home
The long arm of spiral coiling within
To weather the storm again
To weather the storm within
The second release from ALDA, we return this week with the showcase song "Wandering Spirit" from the Tahoma album. The cover already personifies the style of this album and bands intentions, the salmon swimming against the stream, the remains of a person sunk beneath the unceasing stream and progression of life. In the background, the tall pines and mighty mountain stretch on signaling that this is a place for only the wild at heart, where life and death lurk together. This entire album through exudes untamed power and brilliance, as majestic as a stag, and as loud as an avalanche. This week we celebrate survival and death all in the same as we wander this world in search of whatever it is that drives each of us. So stand firm and grit your teeth, this week may try and assail you and you must do as all wild things do, perservere in the face of hardship.
This has become the weight of all
This is the precipice, the breaking of the spirit
This is the weight of fate
Carried into the ocean of chaos
In the waning light we bloom
In the bitterness of mourning
We release this pain
Safe passage to you, our friend
Though where you've wandered we cannot follow
When the spring rises you shall be reborn.
lyrics provided by https://www.metal-archives.com/albums/Alda/%3ATahoma%3A/294481
The first full length, and self-titled, album from the wild and wind born wraiths known as ALDA. Emerging from the heavy forested depths of the northwest, ALDA's first album is rich with black metal in the same vain as BARROWLANDS, Gallowbraid, and Wodensthrone. However, this will evolve over the next two albums into something more, something untamed and unfurled, yet for now we dwell on this cascade of power. Each albums first song has a certain allure, haunt, to it, puling you in and rooting you in place to weather the storm ALDA is about to unleash. Showcasing this week is Fimbulwinter, a monumental blizzard of energy that will not cease for three whole winters...Any ode to the Old Norse Gods is always a worth choice in my book. Enjoy, you tree dwelling maniacs!
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A new series now exists on this site called "Rambling." It IS about me rambling but not in the crazed, maniacal way you all know me to do. This is about hiking, adventure, trekking into the unknown wilds, escaping the routine of work and the whims of others. It all began on my random yet necessary journey to Black Mesa in the panhandle of Oklahoma. Why there? I don't quite know either other than it was a challenge, it was far away, and I knew I could get there. That sojourn changed me, for the better. Nature and solitude gave me something that I did not know I missed or needed. And so, from this point on, I will continue reporting, and seeking, new adventures. Check out the new addition and perhaps consider your own wild needs, places that call to you for no known reason yet you are drawn, compelled, to go.
Mmmmm...Another week with Drudkh and it is a good one. It was hard to choose on this album with tracks like "Solitude" however I first fell in love with "Furrows of Gods" so I felt compared to showcase it overall. Blood In Our Wells has been on my radar for quite a long time, appearing early in my Black Metal journey yet I find myself only now acquiring the album. This albums has the energy, fire, and awe I have come to admire about Drudkh, delivering monumental segments. Grip hard, my friends, and plow through this week with the power Drudkh has given us!
With wicked cover art and haunting rifts, we return this week with Drudkh once more. Hailing from the album Handful of Stars, this week shakes with energy and emotion, cascading abound, shaking your soul. There is something enchanting about Downfall of the Epoch, how it lures and captivates, almost like a comfortable ride through a screaming forest. Safety amongst danger, carried by the very wraiths that wail in those blackened woods. Ukraine's mightiest grant us strength yet again as we take to this week and fly on dark wings.
Ah, the thunderous, Colorado born Wayfarer returns to us once more with a new album, World's Blood. This five track avalanche crushes and quiets off and on, carrying with it ominous and old tales. Animal Crown will be the showcase for this week, barreling in like a freight train or a stampede of wild horses, galloping into this span of time unbridled and with much fury. Grab the reigns, acolytes, and ride out this torrent of sound brought forth from the mountains and timbers yonder.
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Well, well, well...Is that Wyrd? Damn right it is. Cascading from The Ghost Album we return this week with the showcase track "Daughter Of The Forest," a wailing work that speaks of times before, of the old ways. A song for the ancients, for the spirits of yore, of those forgotten or rarely whispered. However, this album holds other collosal tracks that can entice and intrance you so listen on, lurkers. This week is one for the primeval and elder ones, those that guided and gifted those who reside now. Look out, into the wilds, and you will see more than before.
Daughter of the forest
With a pine garland on her head
Binded from twigs and thorns
Unsightly, yet radiant
Beloved of the woods
Daughter of the forest
With mud and soil on her face
But no amount of dirt hide her grace
Once revered, now alone
Relic from the olden days
Her altar was built from the sighs of gods
Covered in wild roses, ash and thorns
Look into the fire and you'll still see her shape
Dancing wildly, winding like a snake
Daughter of the forest
Beloved of the woods
No one calls her name anymore
No one stares into the flames anymore
Forever lost are the olden ways
We return this week with another epic track from Oak Pantheon. The Void (like that of the cthulhu-esque horror movie that shares the same name) is a five track album that pulses and winds with fervor and fear. The track embedded and the cover are from the rereleased 2014 album while the video link is from the original version, showcasing this featured track to its fullest. The energy and intensity this artist unleashes captivates and crushes like wandering into a storm and having to withstands its beautiful, natural onslaught. A week that begins with Oak Pantheon is cetain to be a wild one so stoke those inner coals and stampede through this stretch of time with unbridled power!
I manifest myself in your nightmares
A frigid sweat drips burning in your eyes
Slow death for a man who tells many secrets
Even slower for the man who tells only lies
The wicked blade runs down your spine
A skulking shadow of fear
Climb the branches of your family tree
And count the number still alive
Flames of time burn the broken limbs
And burn the leaves of those who've died
Now the blood flows into my hands
The mortal coil rests in my palm
A lake of fire
Blood flows into the stream
Hell awaits the sinners, but earth contains the slaves
Servants of war, hate and bias to blame
Throughout mankind one thing remains the same
You will die and fear me
Within the story arc of BALEFUL, there has been a new and peculiar addition. Something stirs within a forgotten swamp somewhere within the world inhabited by Zara and So'May, separate from their own story development. This started out as some random fantasy story brewing in my head but I decided to throw it in the mix to help breath life into the world as well as add some other aspects and occurences. The world they live in is a dangerous one, harboring all manner of ancient magicks and monsters, wild happenings stirring across all walks of life.
Beyond that, I have been slacking on writing lately. Been either too tired or too busy to have the energy. Usually, that manifests some sort of story from my muse getting cooped up and ignored, forcing me to face the growing aggro and produce something new, whether it be shorty story, poem, or a random adventure. So, we will see where things go. I am still working on the next parts to BALEFUL pertaining to the main characters mentioned thus far but for now you have a small tidbit to chew on. Take a peak, see if it drives you insane, or at least alleviates your boredom.
On an extra note, been killing it on finding some choice metal lately so at least that wells not dry. Its more like a flood of thundering drums and tree dwelling traces. Stay tuned each Monday as I unleash more unrelenting devastation upon your ear drums.
THE MAD BARRON