Blut Aus Nord - _The Work Which Transforms God_
(Appease Me, 2003)
by: Pedro Azevedo (9 out of 10)
A gloomy tunnel crawling somewhere underground, dripping water and
menace in the blinding pitch; an endless forest shrouded in darkness,
bearing the weight of centuries; the smell of earth, the moon as only
source of light, and an abstract sense of brooding evil that pervades
all. There is an almost palpable darkness surrounding the music that
Blut Aus Nord have created for _The Work Which Transforms God_.
Whether this makes any sense before you've heard this album I do not
know, but it should be hard to find someone who would hear it and not
be affected in some way. Blut Aus Nord generally avoid falling into
the black metal's usual traps; instead, the low-end wailing laments of their
dissonant guitars, the unusual string manipulation, agonizing shrieks
and cold percussion -- all mixed with well incorporated atmospheric
passages -- place Blut Aus Nord in a league of their own. Their music
is likely to invoke vivid images in the listener's mind; it is the
kind that can drag you away from reality and into the darkness of some
medieval field where something unspeakable is taking place with
wretched spirits as the only witnesses. Although the faster material
and the mechanized drumming tend to get somewhat repetitive at times,
the slower passages on superb tracks like "The Choir of the Dead",
"Our Blessed Frozen Cells" and "Procession of the Dead Clowns" (as
well as the aforementioned atmospheric parts) help alleviate this
potential problem. In a day and age where finding bands with truly
unique characteristics is no easy task, _The Work Which Transforms
God_ (and also its predecessor _The Mythical Beast of Rebellion_ to
some extent) comes across as all the more unusual. A remarkable disc
that no seeker of musical darkness should miss.
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