What is the difference between a yellow-catarro spit firmly stuck to the asphalt and a drop of dew sliding down the gentle curves of a leaf? This is exactly the difference between 90% of metal releases in recent years and Mabool: Poetry and Class, that's all.
They hail from Israel, the Orphaned Land, (or the "Terra Orfana", no coincidence..) and they know how to project the fascinating and warm polyphonies of their land into their music. A land scorched by the fires of a thousand conflicts, due to differences and the presence of numerous ethnicities, yet inevitably recalling the fresh breeze of a varied and multicultural country; but also the land that is the cradle (or host) of the three main monotheistic religions. Mabool centers on this, a fascinating concept about the unification of human hopes, in the continuous and exhausting search for ever more distant salvation.
Musically, they remain anchored to the metal continent, however always open to numerous influences and contaminations. Let me explain: Orphaned Land have a bit of heavy, some power hints mixed with ethnic music, flashes of death metal, black accelerations, and much, much more. In short, to put it briefly, let's call it "Prog" (you may have noticed my great sympathy for classifications, but regretfully they exist and serve a purpose). The voice of the frontman Kobi Farhi alternates a typical death growl with clean vocals that, for epicness and timbre, cannot help but remind one of Hansi Kursch, the voice of Blind Guardian. But quickly forget this name. In fact, the sound of Mabool is quite distant from the pomposity and classicism typical of power: on a rhythmic base now tight and typically metal, now tribal and folkloristic, Orphaned Land wisely blend tectonic guitars with oriental and Arab sounds, supported by the use of typical instruments like the sitar and the inclusion of evocative female voices. The alternation between violence and melody and the "Prog" attitude might bring to mind Opeth. Well, forget about them too. If you want to approach the record in question, forget the darkness and gothic decadence typical of the Swedish band of Mikael Akerfeldt.
The music of Mabool also carries with it anger, true, but at the same time it is bright and shining, with a streak of optimism that stands in stark opposition to the current trend imposed by the genre. In short, do a Complete Reset and start again.
"Birth of the Three" begins with a slice of everyday life... children singing with a slight accompaniment of drums that quickly make way for the guitars. The melody is immediate and enters straight into your soul: few can do that anymore. The break of ethnic music is stunning, where the sitar resumes the initial melody, the electric guitar accompanies gently, and a subtle angelic voice completes everything. "Ocean Land" is one of the best songs of the lot, featuring a dramatic yet captivating chorus, supported by an excellent keyboard base. It returns to the tribal with "The Kiss of Babylon (The Sins)." The ending is especially surprising, a sort of union between almost thrash guitars and a vocal litany sung almost like a lullaby with a strong oriental flavor. If "A'salk" is an acoustic interlude with the female voice in the foreground (also very appreciated), "Halo Dies (The Wrath of God)" shows us the more violent side of Orphaned Land, with a central break balancing between symphonic black and death that alone could overshadow half of Deicide's discography (worth noting is the original use of the synthesizer). The title track opens with keyboards that draw directly from the classical, and give way to a riff along the same coordinates: the electric guitars this time are at the forefront, and the drummer proves he can hit hard when needed.
I wouldn't want to bore you with the usual long and exhaustive list of praises and mechanical accolades (I think I've already made too many), so I'll stop here, also because I believe you have now grasped the significance of this work. Forgive the prolixity, but Mabool demanded it, its variety demanded it. What can I say, have you been craving a good trip to the Middle East for years and have never had the opportunity? The opportunity is here, it's called Mabool, and it saves you the cost of a ticket. Make it yours, put it in your player, put on your headphones. Close your eyes. Now you are there.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 The Evil Urge (03:28)
And I see that slowly your tears are drying
And I see an ocean made by your crying
And the ocean that's within...
And I see misery to forget it I must
And all of the memories are lost
And the ocean is here within me
Flows on like a neverending tear
In us all there are two separate sides
That which is evil and that which is good
Some people live by one side and others by the second
Both of them have a little bit of the other
But it must remain clear that the two depend on each other
Remember, evil is a part of the good and not the opposite
There is no sadness without joy and there is no joy without pain
There is no holy without impure and there can be no blasphemy without
holyness,
Thus the two sides must live in harmony
Unbalanced forever the evil urge brought lots of pain
It is so hard to defeat it
The evil urge sometimes arrives with heavy boots
And sometimes in gentle cat's steps
And even through blessed deeds it can drive you into deeds of wrong
A here is the one which concurs his urge
And so we must wonder what shall be the faith of the man who destroys one
and embraces the other...
The storm still rages...
02 A Neverending Way (03:14)
When summer's gone and winter's past
It seems like a neverending way
And thinking of what I have to say
It seems like a neverending way
I am within you now, with my sinful cry
I am within you, now one am I
Perish the love, perish your love
When the sunfilled summer comes to love
It seems like a neverending way
It comes to us like a snow-white dove
It seems like a neverending way
I am within you now with my lonely cry
I am within you now 'till the time we die
I am within you now 'till the time we perish the love
Perish your love
03 Mercy (03:46)
[Limited Edition Bonus Acoustic Live CD. Paradise Lost cover]
You live for times of solace
Within a sign there's a promise,
Don't lose all faith cause you shake at night
It's in the art of the process.
In another rhyme beyond this place.
The healing's fast enough...
Done a thousand times a thousand ways until
You've had enough...
It's mercy you're asking for cheating life
By taking more it's mercy you're asking for
Take my life or give me more...
The loss of prize possession to cure the mind's obsession
Could trade your soul for that normal life
Elite to all objections...
See beyond all tears and broken years your senses giving
Up lose all confidence at your expense your courage swallows up
04 The Beloved's Cry (06:42)
My heart flies on her wings
Now I'm crying, the moon so red
Tomorrow shall be yet another hell
To the sun, (the) sky's soul is fed
Blows pass me
(I'm) down them I do not feel
Anything except the shadow is real
Why did she do it ? Why did she die ?
How could she leave without saying goodbye ?
She has proven my life to be just a lie
When sea waves crush they hit me hard
But I do not feel them
And then reality is no more real to me
I ask myself, should I end it now
And join her at last ?
I miss the cold embrace of lust
There's nothing left, just a dust
Nothing is left from my dearest love
05 The Orphaned's Medley: My Requiem / Seasons Unite / Of Temptation Born / Orphaned Land, the Storm Still Rages Inside / Like Fire to Water / Flawless Belief / Joy (09:33)
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By peccio
"The foundation of this monumental work is heavy metal straddling between the classical and prog, but it develops stylistic solutions that vary between Middle Eastern folk, classical, doom, and death metal."
"Put it on your CD player and listen in awe, just as if the great flood with its power of water was engulfing and leaving you under cubic meters of water."