Autumn was a brief affair here at the Sleeping Village, and now that rime coats our beards and the snow has unceremoniously de-robed the trees, we slumbering scribes are all set to slip into hibernation for the next five months or so.
But! To combat said lethargy before it truly sets in, I, in all my administration authority, bequeathed our archivist to trawl through our overstuffed mailcart for something worthy of our collective attention. When he emerged, Galaxy’s sci-fi inspired debut EP clutched in white-knuckled grasp, I was confident we had, at very least, an approximation of a winner. And so here we are, blasting Lost From the Start ‘till our lids droop. Feel free to join in the festivities.
Written by: Cantina
Several things could be said about Bölzer, but beyond any possible connotation, this fascinating swiss duo surely doesn't pander to the herd of formulaic blackened death metal outputs. Furthermore, the artistic relationship between KzR and HzR, the masterminds between this band, seem to be tighter than ever. It's already been three years since the release of their divisive full-length debut "Hero," yet Bölzer have proven yet again to be ready to destroy any opposition by exhuming their most beloved musical format: the EP. Longtime fans may have different perspectives in regards of this, but the band is currently showing NO intention of drifting away from their unconventional yet resolute path. Their unique brand of black/death metal seems to have grown into its fullest form--and with a certain ease, I must add.
The more eagle-eyed amongst ye lurkers may recall that, earlier this year, this particular Villager took a bit of a break from the more hefty, crushing, and otherwise violent end of the musical spectrum. During this time of relative quietude, one of my close companions was The Dwarf Star Sessions, a solo instrumental avant-garde cosmic exploration. Which should, in retrospect, tell you all you need to know.
One Dr. Greenthumb excels at creating languid improvisational spaces--the kind of musical environ that invites you to nod your head and rest your eyes in a half-aware stupor. This is, in other words, the perfect soundtrack to your half-conscious daydreams. While The Dwarf Star Sessions impressed with it’s uncanny ability to draw me back into the fold of undulating psychedelia, the followup--Celestial Sounds From the Cosmic Ocean--feels like a gradual climb into the astral womb. And this, in the best possible sense.
Our shadowy cabal of scribes has happened upon one of the most wondrous and/or perplexing albums in existence. The following reviews, released over the course of several days, is our humble attempt to decipher that which lays before us. This is the last entry in this ridiculous yet enlightening journey.- Ed.
Ghat, I implore, hasn't already been said about this utterly Godlike album? If you're still unaware as to the depths of insanity one inevitably plumbs in the course of understanding Remmirath and their epic Shambhala Vril Saucers, I highly recommend you read the previous accounts littered in the annals by our brave scribes.
Now then. Do you feel the comforting embrace of clarity? No? Apologies. Such is the scope and impact of Remmirath. Shambhala Vril Saucers is an odd album, to say the absolute least, and in many ways it feels genuinely uncategorizable. It defies genre convention with the kind of smug confidence that indicates a complete disinterest in following the rules, whatever they may be. For this alone, it's a very special album.
Our shadowy cabal of scribes has happened upon one of the most wondrous and/or perplexing albums in existence. The following reviews, released over the course of several days, is our humble attempt to decipher that which lays before us. Prepare thyself. - Ed.
Written by: Ancient Hand
Life is full of unexpected and unexplainable things. With coincidences, strange events, moving art, and more, this small rock we spend our existence on causes us to cross paths with things that make us scratch our heads on plenty of occasions. In the 2+ decades I’ve been breathing air, I have found many unexpected and unexplainable things thrown my way.
One of the most perplexing things I have ever come into contact with first crossed my path in the summer of 2017. I was living alone—just me and my cat at the time—and I had plenty of time to review music. If you look back at this page, you’ll see I opted to review Sunbather by Deafheaven, Minas Morgul by Summoning, Long Live by The Chariot, and more during this time. However, nowhere in those reviews do I make any mention of Shambhala Vril Saucers by Remmirath, which I first discovered during this time.
Providing thoughtful reviews of music that is heavy, gloomy, and loud enough to wake us from slumber. Written by a groggy-eyed, highfalutin peasantry.