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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.
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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. 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: The Soliloquist
After a long SVR hiatus, yours truly, the Soliloquist, has awakened and unearthed an album that had been buried and forgotten in the deepest depths of the musical underground for far too long. The album in question is Shambhala Vril Saucers by Remmirath. I decided to approach this idiosyncratic piece of music from the absolute surface level. The first impression one gets is the painting that emblazons the album cover. I want to draw your attention to the figure it exhibits. Look at his face. His pose. He is thinking. Meditating. Contemplating the big questions of life. In fact, I think it is safe to say that this is the face, the pose, the demeanor of a man who is thinking about the question itself. 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: Loveloth
On November 25th, in year of our Lord 2019, I, Loveloth, release upon thee a review of a record to end all records. I am, of course, referring to Remmirath's sophomore Shambhala Vril Saucers. In case you somehow don't know about them, they were formed in Bratislava many moons ago and while they share three members with Malokarpatan, they sound completely different. Calling them eclectic may sound pretentious, but I truly believe they are. Things start off blackishly enough with "Tiger Of The City," whose generic riffs and blastbeats lulled me into a false sense of security before unleashing a deadly weapon--synths. Synths that would find no trouble finding themselves on a Hawkwind record. Assisting it is a bass that sounds equally as 70's, but as soon as you get used to it--riff time. 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: Izzy Where do I even begin with this. This album. This fuckin’ album. It is a MONSTROSITY and an ABOMINATION and a cruel joke against nature, God, and all that is holy. And I fucking LOVE it. Listen, if you’ve never heard of these guys before, don’t feel bad, neither had I until a couple weeks ago. But listening to this album was a life changing experience. You think Dillinger Escape Plan is strange? That’s cute. You think Psyopus is weird? That’s adorable. You think Genghis Tron is wildly outlandish? That’s gosh diddly darn PRECIOUS. |
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