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I have finally completed the band's discography with the purchase of “Prometheus.”
The announcement of the breakup of the seminal Emperor caught all Black Metal devotees off guard, leaving “Prometheus” as the last offspring, a testament to a soaring and shimmering career. Their sound strays even further from the winged knights of Black Metal that made them famous, playing with song structure, extremism, avant-garde textures, and lagoons of classical instruments. The result is a creature of still exalted levels, with undeniable peaks such as the cricket choruses in the summer nights of “Depraved,” the mystical chaos of “Empty,” the dreamlike epicness of “In The Wordless Chamber,” and the transcendent “Thorns On My Grave,” which in some ways approaches the Sublime of the tracks from “Anthems To The Welking At Dusk.”
Fortunately, the breakup was momentary; I hope the same holds true for Arcturus.

Some time ago, I posted in this topic talking about “Strange Of Stereo,” an excellent work by in The Woods... But it’s the previous “Omnio” (2007) that is unanimously considered the band’s masterpiece, a cornerstone of the Avant-Garde. In this work, they abandon the black metal of their early days, escaping the logic of a sterile conservative attitude through music that no longer has anything to do with Metal but is pure avant-garde and psychedelia, faint and alien vibrations coming from another dimension. Here, the music becomes sacred, dreamlike, aquatic, and liquid, reaching heights of unimaginable refinement, also thanks to the combination of the female voice, which hits absurd highs, and the male voice. There is vigor, there is passion, and there is disenchantment.

beautiful review! As for the album, I think it’s a great piece of work, but unfortunately there are several tracks that don’t quite measure up. Dead Man's Creek is one of my favorite tracks from the past, present, and future.

I won't rate the review because I don't like it, and moreover, I don't agree with much of what you write. As for the Sonata, I think their most successful work is the following Silence.

What can I say, I too recently got to know the Icelandic group, through that force of nature and ( ) and I couldn't help but be enchanted and puzzled by such a masterpiece of inventiveness, where the air of the heath can be felt. Their particular peculiarity, that of using a language invented by themselves, allows words to transform into sounds, into sophisticated harmonies. The elves manage to peel away the pink flesh, creating a melancholy andante that is anything but ordinary. A notch above the others is “Untitled Three” and its nonsensical deluge of tears.
The review contains some good ideas, but it feels more like a preamble to a more detailed review.

What can I say, I have recently got to know the Icelandic group, through that force of nature and ( ) and I could only remain spellbound and bewildered in front of such a masterpiece of inventiveness, where one breathes an air of heath. Their particular peculiarity, that of using a language invented by themselves, causes the words to shift into sounds, into sophisticated harmonies. The elves manage to scrape the pink pulp, creating a melancholic andante that is anything but ordinary. A notch above the others is "Untitled Three" and its senseless flood of tears.

What can I say, I too have recently discovered the Icelandic group, through that force of nature and ( ) and I could only be mesmerized and bewildered in front of such a masterpiece of inventiveness, where the air of the heath is palpable. Their particular peculiarity, that of using a language invented by themselves, makes the words transform into sounds, into sophisticated harmonies. The elves manage to carve into the pink pulp, creating a melancholic andante that is anything but ordinary. A notch above the others is “Untitled Three” and its senseless deluge of tears.