Empyrium

"Where at night the woods groude plays"

(Prophecy, 1999)

We are in some point toward the north of the boot that at the moment call Italy, in a town anyone and during some date contained by the XII century. But you don't despair with so much lack of pecisión of who speaks the same thing then he gives that it was the region of Kite, Trieste, Génova or Torino; during the raw winter of 1311 or the fertile spring of 1376... In a stinking public square, in front of the temple of the guardians of the morals, the pathetic show toasted by a body of jesters has concluded. Contained in clusters, as ticks, the town expects the continuity of the show... it supports the inclemencies of its miserable lives, they don't worry about as much its smells as the tithe neither they wait with so much anxiety to be liberated of the tyrants like the beginning of the show of public execution. Being as ignorant as cruel, they keep energy and rotten tomatoes to rush on the last ones unfortunate who await in some humid dungeon the Christian judge's final verdict...

- Their Lordship: the impression caused by "Kveldsfanger" in Empyrium is the sufficiently remarkable thing as so that those responsible for the aforenamed one assemble: Markus and Andreas, be purified by the flames of the blaze..."

In front of these words, the accused neither they moved, they knew that the divine laws were in its against and neither they were happened to support hours of torture dictating a truth that would never be heard. Without doubts, Markus and Andreas they had taken the wrong step...

Let us remember the brief discography of the german Empyrium: the promising album premiere with "A Winter Sunset", a book of samples of dark Gothic music with prevalence of keyboards and sad voices that he opened the way to the extraordinary "Song of Moors & Misty Fields", much more dark, better defined and that soon he became collection piece. It is very clear then that the boys of Empyrium always developed a luck of doom metal mixing their songs with some plots of vertigo, acoustic passages wound by simple flute lines, deep mattresses of keyboards, more some serious, tearful, melancholic vocalizations and that in some point they got angry; but it stops their third work they didn't request permission and they used an expression form that I believe, it recreates better their griefs and fears painting in music the landscape that he inhabits their spirits. "Where at night the woods groude plays" is a totally acoustic and definitely guessed right disk. Brief in their 32 minutes that remembers certainly and a lot to the "Kveldsfanger" of their colleagues Ulver but that runs their own risks, we all know what means to go away and so much of the formula that all wait. For moments perhaps sits down an on performance, but it is natural. It happens that the acoustic format is the most difficult of developing to be so near the natural sound of the instruments, without the distortions that many times make of the error an achievement neither keyboards that with a simple chord on they impress a spark making it see like a great blaze...

Thanks to the subtle work of the acoustic guitars, of the very guessed right percussion, of flutes, cello and choirs we will find in "Where at night the woods groude plays" a constant it indexes to the sounds of the nature, of the forests and permanent blinks to the Scandinavian folclore, something that I take place. I believe that they will be frankly unknown for the opinion makers and for people that waits that they tell him that to buy or not... anyway, you that you, reader, you have the possibility to choose that to listen, and without fear to make a mistake you say that "Where..." it is a beautiful disk, full with slow melancholy and with a very deep and genuine inspiration something not so habitual for these times.

Diego Carrere