First of all, my review will not be another praise (suck-up) to Opeth's ninth studio album, nor will it be professional (as much as it may be worth considering it’s not my job to review), but rather a sincere opinion on this "Watershed" which in my opinion serves as a dividing line (and in this it does not betray expectations since the work is indeed entitled "watershed") between the entire previous discography and what will come next.

This is because the Swedish band never missed a beat up to and including "Ghost Reveries", and here something has changed, starting with the line-up. The new additions do not skimp on technique, but honestly, if Opeth became (in fact they already were with their debut "Orchid") the extraordinary band that we all know, it’s not just thanks to instrumental skills. Martin Lopez (in the band since the beautiful and glacial "My Arms Your Hearse") was absolutely comfortable within the Opeth sound, with his intelligent, sophisticated drumming that was refined without neglecting earth-shattering patterns, supported by exceptional technique and precision. In this, Martin Axenrot falls short, to be fair we are talking about a drummer with guts, but as many feared, his drumming is a bit too "heavy" and intrusive in many instances, not very attentive to the nuances and evolutions of the tracks. The new guitarist Fredrik Akesson (fresh from the experience with Arch Enemy) does not disappoint, excellent even in solo phases, but if I must be honest (even risking being pedantic), I preferred the good Peter Lindgren. The latter, the only original member left apart from Akerfeldt, played a fundamental role in the dynamics of the group (even if, as Akerfeldt states, in recent years he did not contribute to the direct writing of the tracks, for whatever reason!), not to mention his competence in dealing with the "Opethian material" and his passion for the group. Love he demonstrated, almost paradoxically by leaving the band, due to the disgust towards the business slowly devouring it, and this only increases my esteem for this musician.

I have loved and still love Opeth, few albums have been able to make me "feel" what I experienced with "Morningrise" and "Still Life", and together with the music of the late and never too praised Chuck Schuldiner (singer, guitarist, and leader of Death and Control Denied, for those few who might not know, but above all one of the greatest artists the metal scene has ever welcomed) they have indelibly marked my life. For this reason, listening to this "Watershed" for the first time, it’s understandable if I felt deeply offended and taken for a fool. Without going into details (as it has already been done extensively), the album shows an embarrassing lack of ideas; "Ghost Reveries" though not being innovative was full of interesting ideas, characterized by very inspired tracks (as one would expect from any band and particularly from Opeth), in short, really a splendid work. Here the good ideas are few, and sound recycled and highly mannered, and this is evident from the fact that the rapid alternation of electric sections with acoustic ones (the band’s trademark) sounds sterile, forced. Just listen to "Porcelain Heart" for proof, in my opinion the worst piece of Opeth, and certainly not even the video can redeem it; at one time their music was enough to evoke suggestive scenarios, today it is difficult to understand the sense (and not due to complexity, to be clear). What else can I say, I would save the short acoustic opener "Coil", which paradoxically with its simplicity (which features the excellent vocal performance of Nathalie Lorichs for a successful duet) manages to be very intense, and the semi-ballad "Burden" elegantly revokes seventies sounds thanks to the contribution of Per Wiberg on keyboards and especially to an excellent and rather inspired vocal performance by Mikael Akerfeldt. In conclusion, I have to say that my considerations and my evaluation are excessive and to be taken with caution (and I apologize for this), a band of this caliber does not release a work which, objectively speaking, is ugly, but here we are faced with an essentially bland work devoid of the pathos to which they accustomed us. I believe that a band of professionals should always be honest and release a new work (regardless of the outcome, obviously) for the insiders and when it really has something to say, with particular respect towards the audience, who buys the records (perhaps eagerly awaiting their release), who goes to concerts, always supporting, even after such a mess, because the esteem remains, as does the hope of soon listening to a new excellent album worthy of their name, "Opeth".

Even though disappointed, I do not feel like abandoning the ship... until next time!

Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos

01   Coil (03:10)

02   Heir Apparent (08:50)

03   The Lotus Eater (08:50)

The liquid is in your throat
One hopeless delight

After all you fell in love with death,
Life has aborted.
All you've had and all you became,
The night is calling, you pray for it.

A barren waste is your land
Your crops, they were sown to die

The skin is a mirror
The eyes hollow with ignorance
Health runs from your lips
Tucked in and safe in a world of sleep

All those years caring for a liar
A benefit road that is winding higher
You're a moth too close to the fire

You are stuck in a route of confusion
Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all

Fleeing your sorrows
Pushing your spirit away

The weakness of the psyche
A whisper from the heart of evil luring them all into despair
Resenting the goods of a savior

And cries out
For the restless will also die

A selection culled from the damned, drawing a lifeline of one
A friend died in your room and sought the birth of a follower

O brother, you are a killer and you target yourself
I wish you had never come back for us to see the beckoning end

And the pride of a mother brought flaws in a mother's son
And the love from a father was used by a father's son

Overheard us talking in a smoke of lost hope
The language of a parting so clear and so true
Overheard us talking

04   Burden (07:41)

I, once upon a time
Carried a burden inside
I sung a last goodbye
A broken rhyme I had underlined
There's an ocean of sorrow in you

A sorrow in me

I saw a movement in their eyes
That said I no longer knew the way
I had given up the ghost
A passive mind submit to fear
And the wait for redemption at hand

Waiting to fail

Failing again

If death should take me now
Count my mistakes and let me through
Whisper in my ear
You have taken more than we've received
And the ocean of sorrow is you

05   Porcelain Heart (08:00)

I, lost all I had (that April day),
I, turned to my friends (nothing to say),
I, wrote down a name (and read it twice),
I, wallowed in shame.

I, said that I love (eternal schemes),
I, cling to my past (like childish dreams)
I, promised to stay (and held my breath)
I, went far away.

I see blood spilled 'neath my feet,
Lead me through wastelands of deceit,
Rest your head now, don't you cry,
Don't ever ask the reason why

Kept inside our idle race
Grow seven idols, false embrace
Rest your head now don't you cry
Don't ever ask the reasons why.

06   Hessian Peel (11:25)

07   Hex Omega (07:00)

Two years In your heart One moment of doubt Two lives Torn apart One second from now Held him In your arms Your fever subside Always safe from harm Kept demons inside Still you always start runnin' Touch the light From the moon Some way mother cried Left us space here

Loading comments  slowly

Other reviews

By TheDanceOfEternity

 It definitely requires listening and re-listening many times, especially for a band like this.

 Opeth returns to their roots as was the case with 'Ghost Reveries'.


By Hell

 Opeth are gradually but inexorably revealing the other side of their coin; so almost forget the long and brooding death outbursts and expect songs that feature the less violent side interrupted by fleeting melodic death strikes.

 By the fourth listen the acute 'opethitis' set in and I couldn’t detach myself from the CD player.


By Taurus

 The most appropriate term in this context ... is just one: small soundtracks.

 A tasty dish that should be consumed with judgment and moderation, in small doses, without overindulging excessively.