Showing posts with label Wolves in the Throne Room. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wolves in the Throne Room. Show all posts

Thursday, January 30, 2014

New Wolves in the Throne Room Album Details


Wolves in the Throne room (and no, I don't believe they're a hipster band) are easily one of my favorites in modern metal, at least, when they WERE making metal, which has just come to a temporary end. According to the band regarding their upcoming album Celestite:

Celestite arises with a whole new, ethereal approach. There are no drums and no vocals. Rather, deep, heavy crystalline synthesizer journeying, Eno-inspired analog processing and arcane acoustic instrumentation expand upon dimensions folded within the universe of Celestial Lineage.
So, not only is it a companion piece to their last album (many songs are based on backing tracks of Celestial Lineage) but it will not be a metal album whatsoever. I'm a tad disappointed about this, because WITTR has been a go-to band whenever I wanted to listen to some black metal in the past, and I was looking forward to some more of that style from them on their new album, however, this is exciting as well because of the ambient "Brian Eno" influenced music that will come out on Celestite.I do wish that some vocals would show up on this thing, though. Some distant black metal shrieking would turn this into a nice black ambient record, meaning that not all black metal influence would be lost but, alas, this isn't to be.

So, this album might be a fresh, nicely executed idea. This album could potentially blow me away. Or, this new album could potentially be a pile of "meh". I'll hold my judgement until the album is released in the first quarter of this year.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Free Verse Poem 2

Hello everyone! Here's another poem for you to enjoy. This one came out a lot better and more poetic than the last one, so I hope you like it given that this is, like, my third or fourth poem.


They approach hungrily like sharks to helpless minnows.
The smiles on their smug faces radiate anticipation
I sheepishly look downward, the logo emblazoned on my chest
A mess of lines more like a spider’s web than words
“Faggot” they say.
“Where’d you get that ugly rag?”
My reserve of defense bankrupt and empty, cobwebs forming, rot impending
“I bought it” I utter, aggression absent and elsewhere
Barely a pause before the can of sugary liquid renders the logo a sticky, putrid mess
Forced laughter thrown on top, obscuring
Soon, Wolves in the Throne Room are buried like the famished dogs they are
  
Thanks for reading! New poems will be posted every Sunday or Monday.