...It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,
Lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird...

A few years ago, as a chubby young guy with long hair who had just discovered Folk Metal bands like Finntroll and Doom bands like Candlemass and was quite thrilled by these genres, I opted for a quick search on the Internet, through which I became acquainted with this American band from Portland, Oregon, Agalloch, described as both Doom and Folk Metal.

Anyone who knows this band well understands that the two aforementioned groups have very little to do with the matter at hand. Labels, as in this case, can prove to be quite reductive or misleading.

The "metal" is reduced to slight incursions in some songs, consider "I Am The Wooden Doors" contained in "The Mantle" and John Haughm's whispered scream, never invasive or annoying nor ridiculous or out of place. For doom, we can refer to the slow and dark atmospheres extended; the folk is the basis of everything, that is, the basic dark and neofolk component of this group: long acoustic arpeggios and slow poignant melodies, not at all banal, that envelop the listener in a vortex of emotional sensations.

Forgive this last expression like an advertisement, but it's precisely what we're talking about.

The record in question, the EP "Of Stone, Wind And Pillor", released in 2001, is a journey of five songs in just under half an hour through pristine autumn woods, among yellow leaves, gray clouds, and the first snowflakes that hint at falling.

It starts from the scream and electric textures of the title track to the exquisite fluted melodies of "Foliorium Viridium" accompanied by distant solemn choirs, among the most evocative moments of the record, followed by the acoustic "Hunting  Birds". A deep chant, which faintly recalls Tony Wakeford, opens "Kneel To The Cross," a cover of Sol Invictus, a powerful Folk track where Haughm's clean singing stands out. Piano and strings open the main piece of the album "A Poem By Yeats": a true fusion of poetry and music, it is an atmospheric folk track that accompanies the recitation of verses from the poem "The Sorrow Of Love" by Irish poet William Butler Yeats.

In conclusion, "Of Stone, Wind And Pillor" is a short album, moreover difficult to find, composed of five tracks above average but certainly not masterpieces. It is therefore not an essential album, but neither is it something reserved only for Agalloch fans; listening should be easy even for those not familiar with the genre.

It can simply be described as a half-hour walk in an autumn forest.

The cover is also gorgeous, taken from a work by Gustave Doré.

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   Of Stone, Wind, and Pillor (06:59)

...It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,
lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird...

Is this life the pillor I must bear?
To grow in this wretched world?
...With hate each day I burn...
The birds above, they ride the winds
And from each piercing talon dangles a soul

The stone awaits my fall
Upon a grave I dug myself
The birds sing their requiems
Please lend me your wisdom to fly above the heavens,
Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless night

Let me dig my own grave
Let me, oh precious noose of mine
You are my mother, whose womb around my neck
Grants me a world of cold nihility
An endless winter night
A bitter, black frozen hell
For me
Forever!

Is this the pillor I must bear?
To die on this fucking world?
...With hate I die and burn...
The birds above, they caress the winds
They lend me the wisdom to fly...

[Written by J. Haughm ('97)]

02   Foliorum Viridium (02:42)

Instrumental

03   Haunting Birds (03:44)

Instrumental

04   Kneel to the Cross (05:54)

[Sol Invictus cover]

Give us our bread and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake
Just kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin, but we might just get in
If we beg to the cross on the wall
It's rattle your sabre and love your neighbours
But kneel to that cross on the wall.

See the roof fall, hear the bells crash
As flesh and bone turn to ash
Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost
The corpses' stench beneath the cross

Give them gold and they'll save your soul
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Hail to the boss of the great unwashed
And kneel to the cross on the wall
They wail and weep, the march of the sheep
As they go to the cross on the wall
And it's ever so wrong to dare to be strong
So kneel to the cross on the wall

But summer is a-coming and arise! Arise!
But summer is a-coming and arise! Arise!

05   A Poem by Yeats (08:38)

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and his cry.

[From the poem "The Sorrow of Love" by William Butler Yeats]

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