“The cure is somewhere in the silence, but I’m crushed by the noise inside.”
“Ein Bier… bitte.”
DISCLAIMER: I’m not really sure this counts as a “review”; I’ve only had Northern Chaos Gods since Friday, which isn’t nearly enough time to fully assess it. Rather, let’s just call this a “brain-dump” — a summation of some things I’ve been pondering about both the album itself and what it means more broadly: for Immortal and beyond. So, here you go.
Ah, yes. Once again the time has arrived for the wonderful U.S. and A to stop and reflect on what we are grateful for through overindulging. While I support showing gratitude through gluttony as much as the next jabroni, the concept of our Thanksgiving has always fascinated me. Maybe it’s the celebration of our conquering another’s land without any sense of morality. Maybe it’s our tradition of immediately following our day of giving thanks for what we have with a day of pathetic, obsessive, mindless consumption of material goods nobody needs or really even wants. Either way, it can be complicated. Regardless, we celebrate Thanksgiving. And while the practices of many will continue to exasperate me on this particular holiday, the fact is there are countless things that we should all be thankful for. And here at Nine Circles, we want to share some of those things with you. Over the next two days, our amazing, brilliant, creative writers will share everything they are thankful for in the metal world. Allow me to kick us off… Continue reading
It’s weird to think that All Shall Fall—the eighth, most recent (and maybe last?) studio album from Immortal—is now five years old. More than that, it’s weird to think that my junior year of college, which I was right in the middle of when this thing dropped, is five years ago.
That’s not just any old ancillary detail; I spent my undergrad years at Syracuse University, where winter effectively begins in October, and it’s not unheard of to have nonstop snowfall across multiple full days. It’s brutally cold, and in some parts of the campus, the wind whips fiercely enough to inflict physical pain upon those caught walking through it. So naturally, from my first listen onward, All Shall Fall became the perfect soundtrack to my grim, frostbitten existence in Central New York.
We’re late with this one, because…snafu? But anyway, it’s Quickies time! Let’s see what we missed in the metal world today:
Always good to see/hear new stuff from the boys down under. Anyway, that’ll do it for now. Check back tomorrow for Episode 32!
Live. Love. Plow. Horns Up.