Showing posts with label winterfylleth. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Winterfylleth - The Mercian Sphere (2010)

Along with their fellows Wodensthrone, Manchester's Winterfylleth represents one of the brightest hopes from the Old Country in terms of honoring their forebears with forceful, melodic reckoning sorrow delivered like a charge to battle. The young band's debut The Ghost of Heritage was a fresh record when it released two years ago, and the band seek to expand upon that and perhaps take advantage of their leap from Profound Lore to Candlelight Records. Armed with tales of warfare and pride, they've lined up nearly 70 minutes of newer material, with the exception of the newly revised "Defending the Realm", which has an additional minute tacked on.

The style is not exactly novel for a band with pagan intentions. Black metal rasps or hymnal clean vocals over riffs that are perhaps more melodic and atmospheric than the genre's occult/Satanist forefathers, and through the storming assaults the band will break for an acoustic piece with some whispered vocals, like the winds of olde that have carried their inspiration into the young minds (i.e. "Children of the Stones", which is somewhat haunting). I was quite surprised to find many of the longer, harder tracks not so fulfilling, like "Gateway to the Dark Peak/The Solitary One Waits for Grace (The Wayfarer Pt. I)" or "Awakens He, Bereft of Kinsmen (The Wayfarer Pt. II)". The album sounds excellent, and the band do not lack for dynamic ability, its merely a lack of truly inspiring riffs.

Once one delves further into the album's contents, though, they meet with more satisfactory results, like the glinting steel that shines beyond the rolling tones upon "The Fields of Reckoning", or the epic "The Honour of Good Men on the Path to Eternal Glory", which mixes a tasteful, substantial acoustic intro with some desperate, hard riding rhythms that descend one into the melancholy of more innocent times. Days when conquest and honor were acceptable mediums, before England and Europe began its descent into corporate cess and the inevitable identity crisis it now suffers. The other lengthy piece, "To Find Solace...Where Security Stands (The Wayfarer Pt. III)" is also quite worthy, never quite risking to bore the listener. I also enjoyed the sprightly acoustic "When the Woods Were Young" and the swollen glories of "A Valley Thick With Oaks".

I won't say I was thrilled with The Mercian Sphere, and in fact I was not as impressed as by their debut album, but this is hardly a letdown if you're seeking something inspired by more than the usual demons and goat sacrifices, and I'm always happy to see a group of men or women grasp their roots with fondness rather than forgetfulness. They can write, they can play, I just think they could write material a little more interesting than what we're given on the sophomore. Half the tracks are bloody good, but the remainder are just passable. A slight push in variance, a more complex twist in some of the thundering, melodic barrages, and they'll have a master's grasp on their rustic window to the past (and, if society continues to fall to pieces, their potential future).

Verdict: Win [7/10]


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Monday, October 13, 2008

Winterfylleth - The Ghost of Heritage (2008)

Does the world truly need more pagan black metal of an Anglo-Saxon nature? Considering the small handful of bands active in this field, I'd argue that we really fucking do. And Winterfylleth slides into this niche with ample girth.

The Ghost of Our Heritage is a fairly balanced epic. Lush folk passages fuel your nostalgia, i.e. "The March to Maldon" or
the entry fee to "Guardian of the Herd". But the majority of the material is mid-paced, primal black/folk metal simmering in a crunchy guitar distortion which never detracts from the cultural vibrations. Vocals are the expected snarling variety, yet there are catchy male choral interludes, and not once does the band bite off more mutton than it can chew. Not once did I find myself squirming in the awkward, dorky moments that many so-called 'folk metal' albums proliferate. And I AM a dork, so there is that...

The entire album is good...there is not a weakness to be had. From the slow, spacious thundering of "Forging the Iron of England" to the epic transgressions of "Defending the Realm", I was quite intoxicated with this debut clarion call. The album is a given for fans of Forefather or The Meads of Asphodel, but cultural black metal connoisseurs of any shore will find much to treasure. A rousing and resounding success.

Verdict: Win [8/10] (a victory charge...but in slow motion. They might see you coming...but they'll be too impressed to do much about it.)

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