Few other bands have debuted with such a resounding bang and with so much richness of original ideas as Opeth did with Orchid. Three titles come to mind that, although dated compared to the work in question, present some affinities with the great Swedish group, namely A) Gentle Giant Self-Titled 1970 (Thesis) B) Black Sabbath Self-Titled 1970 (Antithesis) C) High Tide Sea Shanties 1969 (Synthesis). It is no coincidence that I referred to classics of PROG, HARD, and finally a seminal DARK-PROG to introduce the discussion on Orchid. With this debut work, Akerfeldt's band inaugurates, or rather resumes, a way of interpreting prog-metal quite different from the hyper-technical approach of Dream Theater, whose forebears should rather be found in YES and RUSH. Here instead, focus is placed on content rather than form, on the primacy of emotion over technique, on the phase of composition versus execution. The final result is indeed a Dark-Prog full of tension, pregnant with dark creative energy.
Anyone who has listened to that masterpiece known as Sea Shanties cannot have failed to be struck by the electrical guitar outbursts alternated with Simon House's magical violin. It is a roaring and dramatic continuum of extremely hard yet sinisterly melodic riffs that follow each other, alternating with solos that, in turn, plunge back into the incandescent maelstrom of an ever-evolving groove. Indeed, I experienced this sensation once more when listening to Orchid. Here too, the two guitars of Lindgren and Akerfeldt chase each other, creating an electric continuum, fervent with creativity, where it is difficult to say where the riff ends and the solo begins, as both merge into a single intense stream of sonic lava, just mitigated by acoustic excursions that paradoxically add further tension to the track instead of smoothing it out. All the tracks of Orchid, excluding the delightful digressions into piano and folk guitar in Silhouette and Requiem, are substantiated by this intense sonic magma, as creative as it is intense. There is indeed no continuity solution, the listener is not even allowed a moment to breathe. All the pieces are of the highest quality level, although the two final gems "The Twilight Is My Robe" and "The Apostle In Triumph" stand out, in which Opeth truly outdo themselves. Listen to the escape-solo at the 8th minute of "The Twilight Is My Robe": it gives you chills, reminds me of the famous and sinister solo of War Pigs. The beginning of the following track is then brilliant and exhilarating with the rise of a frenetic acoustic guitar adding further drama to a track already brimming with it. Guys, if you liked this album, trust me, go ahead and get yourself “Sea Shanties” by “High Tide,” which is its archetype, remote in time but very close in spirit and sound. For more information, I refer to my forthcoming review.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 In Mist She Was Standing (14:09)
Seven milestones...
Under a watching autumn eye
Contorted trees are spreading forth
The message of the wind
With frozen hands I rode with the stars
With anger the wind blew
Giving wings to my stallion
Clouds gathered across the moon
Blazing the white light
Passing the lake I know so well
I am near, yet so far away
Arrival...
I saw her shadow (standing) in the darkness
Awaiting me like the night
Awaits the day
Standing silent smiling at my presence
A black candle holds the only light
Darkness encloses
And the candle seem to expire
In her cold, cold hand
And as a forlorn soul
It will fade away
Touching her flesh in this night
My blood froze forever
Embraced before the dawn
A kiss brought total eclipse
And she spoke
Once and forever
I am so cold
In mist enrobed the twilight
She was standing?
02 Under the Weeping Moon (09:52)
Once again I've cried
Unto the moon
That burning flame
That has guided me
Through all these years
The lake from which you flow
With eyes of fire
Once unlit but now alive
This energy, sparkling
Like a morning star
The morning star
Riding the fires of
The northern gold
I've searched the eye
I laugh under the weeping moon
I am the watcher in the skies
Nor the emeralds know my mark
Glisten to mark their presence
Set the enigma ablaze
Searching...
Finding...
Burn the winter landmarks
That said I was there
Burn the spirit of cold
That travel through my soul
04 Forest of October (13:04)
The memories that now rests in this forest
Forever shadowing the sunrise of my heart
Wings leave their nest at my coming
Swaying away unto the cold glowing sky
Dreaming away for a while
My spirit sighs in peace
Gazing unto the stars
Please, take me there
I am so alone, so cold
My heart is to scarred to glow
I wish the sunrise to come
Take my soul (away)
From this cold, lonely shell
I am free
From the eternal sea I rose
Veiled in darkness on either shore
Lost my pride, lost its glow
For me the sun rose no more
The forest of October
Sleeps silent when I depart
The web of time
Hides my last trace
My blaze travel the last universe
Like the sights of magic
Wrapped in aeons
My mind is one with my soul
I fall alone
While leaves fall from the weeping trees
05 The Twilight Is My Robe (11:01)
Unto you I whisper
The wildest dreams
In the coldness of night
Shrouded in crystals
Through a frosty dusk
Souls of the fullmoon awaits
Their shadows ablaze
We are all bending
Our tired leaves over your empty shell
In the sign of true esteem
Are you beloved lord
Sighing deep under these waterfalls?
The birds of the sun
Seperates these dark clouds
While the winds of winter sleeps gently around
I am sworn to the oath
To breathe...
At the waters I dwell
The waves are still whispering
Ancient lullabies
I die...
While our mystic brothers still seek
Under your command I will obey
In my vision
You are the embodiment of pure freedom
But through my eyes you are made of stone
07 The Apostle in Triumph (13:01)
In solitude I wander....
Through the vast enchanted forest
The surrounding skies are one
Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning
Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders
In the rain my tears are forever lost
The darkened oaks are my only shelter
Red leaves are blown by the wind
An ebony raven now catches my eye
Sitting in calmness
Before spreading his black wings
Reaching for the skies
In this forest
Where wolves cry their agony unto the moon
My spirit is hidden
In the form of wisdom
carved on a black stone
The only way to follow
Open your soul
Redeem, I am immortal
Blinded by a light
My soul is held up in glory
I engulf the skies
The apostle in triumph
Through the eternal flame I travel
As the rain keeps falling...
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By Rooster
If it is true, as some say, that the first album is always the best, Orchid by Opeth seems to confirm this rule.
You are truly catapulted into a cold forest with dark shades, from which it seems impossible to escape.
By LUGREZZO
"'Orchid' is absolutely the most atmospheric, innovative, hostile, spontaneous, and diabolical album in the entire Opeth discography... indeed in all of metal."
"The Twilight Is My Robe... all 11 minutes are fully used to deliver the strongest orgasm of your life."