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Rating: [So: the author of the album reviewed here has expressed and continues to express political positions and has committed (and incites others to commit) actions that DeBaser finds repugnant. In the end, however, we're talking about music: so we're publishing the review anyway. /DeBaser]
Burzum (aka Count Grishnack, aka Varg Vikernes, I surely got them wrong) is a... well yes... let's just say you won't find him next to you during Sunday mass, unless he's holding a can of gasoline. Additionally, he will hardly show you any sympathy if you're not blond, with blue eyes, tall, and fair-skinned (I am like that, so we're great friends).
But Burzum is in prison (guess why? well, I don't want to spoil the surprise...) and so, after making some truly excellent CDs of pure black metal, including Aske (the cover is emblematic), he can now only use a synthesizer (by the way, the pre-jail CDs were almost all done by him alone, with a drum machine instead of a flesh-and-blood drummer), and therefore he makes his albums from the cell, where he will have to stay (I think) until 2014 (but where he will want to return immediately given that outside Mayhem will be waiting for him, the Mayhem from which Burzum killed a member, Euronymus).
So we have Hildskjalf and this Daudi Baldrs, with really splendid artwork and digipack packaging.
While Hildskjalf is darker, this is more medieval-like, even though the sounds, exactly the same midi as your computer, which are only violins, strings, pianos, and timpani, give everything a truly unique gloominess.
Too bad that once you've listened to it once, you won't listen to it again. The average is one riff per song repeated endlessly with some variations, and moreover, the whole thing seems to be done by a two-year-old girl with a Fisher-Price keyboard, this is not Burzum. Burzum has been over for a long time, just like this is not metal but atmospheric black (whatever that means, but it is surely atmospheric music).
Soporific, avoid it like the plague.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Dauði Baldrs (08:49)
Þat er upphaf þessar søgo at Baldr inn góða dreymði drauma stóra ok
hættliga um líf sitt. En er hann sagði Ásunum draumana þá báru þeir
saman ráð sín, ok var þat gert at beiða griða Baldri fyrir alls-konar
háska, ok Frigg tók svardaga til þess at eira sky
ldu Baldri eldr ok vatn, járn ok alls-konar málmr, steinar, jørðin,
viðirnir, sóttirnar, dýrin, fuglarnir, eitr, ormar. En er þetta var gert
ok vitat, þá var þat skemtun Baldrs ok Ásanna at hann skyldi standa upp
á þingum en allir aðrir skyldu sumir skjót
a á hann, sumir høggva til, sumir berja grjóti. En hvat sem at var gert,
sakaði hann ekki, ok þótti þetta øllum mikill frami. En er þetta sá Loki
Laufeyjarson þá líkaði honum illa er Baldr sakaði ekki. Hann gekk til
Fensalar til Friggjar ok brá sér í konu
líki. Þá spyrr Frigg ef sú kona vissi hvat Æsir høfðusk at á þinginu.
Hon sagði at allir skutu at Baldri, ok þat at hann sakaði ekki. Þá mælir
Frigg:
'"Eigi munu vápn eða viðir granda Baldri. Eiða hefi ek þegit af øllum
þeim."
'Þá sp
yrr konan: "Hafa allir hlutir eiða unnit at eira Baldri?"
'Þá svarar Frigg: "Vex viðarteinungr einn fyrir vestan Valhøll. Sá er
mistilteinn kallaðr. Sá þótti mér ungr at krefja eiðsins."
'Því næst hvarf konan á braut. En Loki tók mistiltein ok sleit
upp ok
gekk til þings. En Høðr stóð útarliga í mannhringinum því at hann var
blindr. Þá mælir Loki við hann:
'"Hví skýtr þú ekki at Baldri?"
'Hann svarar: "Þvíat ek sé eigi hvar Baldr er, ok þat annat at ek em
vápnlauss."
'Þá mælir Loki: "Gerð
u þó í líking annarra manna ok veit Baldri soemð
sem aðrir menn. Ek mun vísa þér til hvar hann stendr. Skjót at honum
vendi þessum."
'Høðr tók mistiltein ok skaut at Baldri at tilvísun Loka. Flaug
skotit í gøgnum hann ok fell hann dauðr til jarðar, ok hefir þat mest
óhapp verit unnit með goðum ok mønnum. Þá er Baldr var fallinn þá
fellusk øllum Ásum orðtøk ok svá hendr at taka til
hans, ok sá hverr til annars, ok váru allir með einum hug til þess er
unnit hafði verkit. En engi mátti hefna, þar var svá mikill griðastaðr.
En þá er Æsirnir freistuðu at mæla þá var hitt þó fyrr at grátrinn kom
upp svá at engi mátti øðrum segja með orðu
num frá sínum harmi. En Óðinn bar þeim mum verst þenna skaða sem hann
kunni mesta skyn hversu mikil aftaka ok missa Ásunum var í fráfalli
Baldrs. En er goðin vitkuðusk þá mælir Frigg ok spurði hverr sá væri með
Ásum er eignask vildi allar ástir hennar ok
hylli ok vili hann ríða á Helveg ok freista ef hann fái fundit Baldr ok
bjóða Helju útlausn ef hon vill láta fara Baldr heim í Ásgarð. En sá er
nefndr Hermóðr inn hvati, sveinn Óðins, er til þeirar farar varð. Þá var
tekinn Sleipnir, hestr Óðins, ok leidd
r fram, ok steig Hermóðr á þann hest ok hleypti braut.
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By Rockardo
shit!
to hell with black and all the bastard fucking assholes who listen to it! go to hell!
By Dragonstar
Daudi Baldrs should thus be taken in its homogeneity and entirety, as a sort of tragicomic sonorous De Profundis.
The suffocating melodies seem to incorporate the melancholy, desolation, and solitude experienced by the author during his imprisonment.
