Abigor
Opus IV
[Napalm]
Through the frozen void of space you drift alone, all is silent, all is
black. The only sound you here is the mechanic beating of your own
heart... Thump, thump, thump... which grows louder and louder, pulsating in
the solitude of thoughts. The cosmos lie brilliantly before your eyes,
displayed in an immaculate splendor and wonder, unbeknownst by the frailty
of mankind. Time here has no meaning, eaten slowly by the feeding hunger of
your absent ego. All is dead.
Suddenly, out of the vortex of space rise the forgotten stars, consumed in an array of apokalyptic fire, and stained red with the blood of countless worlds. Silence is bombastically violated by a henious laughter, and visions unimaginable to the consciousness of man pass before your eyes. A swirling void of inconcievable blackness pulsates within you. A reflection of a thousand worlds, devoured in the primieval flame of the horns, consumes your soul. Eternally, and absolute. This is the essence of the cosmos, and this is the essence of Horns Lurk Beyond The Stars.
Horns Lurk Beyond The Stars, the first half of Abigor's best album, Opus IV, is not music. What I mean is that with every piece of individual music ever written, you discover the truth of it when you can connect with it on some kind of deeper level. Music which produces this sort of mental gateway easily, have always been the favorite of mine, for it gives me the opportunity to leave, if only for a few precious minutes, the confines of my mind and body. Obviously, we don't listen to music to here someone pounding a wooden stick on a piece of plastic, because that's absolutely fucking pointless! We use the power of noise to grant us the ability to travel to another place or another time.
So what I mean by saying that Opus IV is not music, is that it's a journey. A blasphemic and haunting passage through the mind, and deep into the unknown depths of the cosmos. But beware... this is not any ordinary place that you are taken to! It is the Mind of Satan.
There is really nothing else to say. No... a review of the album would only mean that I was accepting this album at face value, and indeed simply passing it off as another misguided conglomeration of ideas and philosophical propoganda worthy of another pathetic black metal band. Not here! Instead, I say again that the sounds held within this disk are simply a gateway through the depths of the mind, and far into the frozen depths of the cosmos...
© 2001 orodruin
Suddenly, out of the vortex of space rise the forgotten stars, consumed in an array of apokalyptic fire, and stained red with the blood of countless worlds. Silence is bombastically violated by a henious laughter, and visions unimaginable to the consciousness of man pass before your eyes. A swirling void of inconcievable blackness pulsates within you. A reflection of a thousand worlds, devoured in the primieval flame of the horns, consumes your soul. Eternally, and absolute. This is the essence of the cosmos, and this is the essence of Horns Lurk Beyond The Stars.
Horns Lurk Beyond The Stars, the first half of Abigor's best album, Opus IV, is not music. What I mean is that with every piece of individual music ever written, you discover the truth of it when you can connect with it on some kind of deeper level. Music which produces this sort of mental gateway easily, have always been the favorite of mine, for it gives me the opportunity to leave, if only for a few precious minutes, the confines of my mind and body. Obviously, we don't listen to music to here someone pounding a wooden stick on a piece of plastic, because that's absolutely fucking pointless! We use the power of noise to grant us the ability to travel to another place or another time.
So what I mean by saying that Opus IV is not music, is that it's a journey. A blasphemic and haunting passage through the mind, and deep into the unknown depths of the cosmos. But beware... this is not any ordinary place that you are taken to! It is the Mind of Satan.
There is really nothing else to say. No... a review of the album would only mean that I was accepting this album at face value, and indeed simply passing it off as another misguided conglomeration of ideas and philosophical propoganda worthy of another pathetic black metal band. Not here! Instead, I say again that the sounds held within this disk are simply a gateway through the depths of the mind, and far into the frozen depths of the cosmos...
© 2001 orodruin