There be a wild wind blowing this moon day... This week we have something different, something quite difficult to describe. I speak, of course, about GRIFT. I noticed this artist some time ago when I was perusing DRUDKH's works, having done a split with the swedish artist my interest was peaked. This is the first album I really dove into from GRIFT and I find it very enchanting, somehow dreary yet alluring. It is a curious blend of styles and I very much approve of what has been created. Though some of the other works have a bit more melancholy, I found this album to be thought provoking yet sorrowful.
T'was a hard choice on this album, as so many are, however I chose the track Undergörare as the showcase piece. BUT, there is a bonus below for the track Svältorna since the music and the video were so enticing. Yeah, I know, I spoil you. I have been hard at work this past week and I am still behind on things that need my attention so I wanted to make this monday a special one... and GRIFT is just that. Check out the audio for some extra details on this artist or just to hear my haunting voice. With an album as strong as SYNER this week doesn't stand a chance so rouse your old souls and push against the wind with GRIFT at your back.
Mitt ibland bortglömda ting gror ett uns av viljans makt. Slumrande för blinda folk, skapad för nomader. Rotlöst söker det sin plats bortom givna fördomsfack. Omtöcknat i slutna rum, viss om ständig mognad.
Över orons karga tid virvlar obundhetens själ. Som ett stoft från svunnen tid minner den om frihet. Genom trolöshetens gräns banar den en stig av hopp. Likt ett lönnlöv ger den liv trots fast dagen bleknar.
Något lät mig fångas, att växa och att vissna.
Någon lät mig rymma, att sväva och att falla.
Translated from Swedish to English:
My sometimes forgotten thing grows an ounce of willpower. Sleeping for blind people, created for nomads. Roteless, it seeks its place beyond given prejudice. Remodeled in enclosed spaces, certain of constant maturity.
Over Orron's barren time, the soul of ignorance swirls. As a dust from bygone times, it reminds of freedom. Through the limit of faith, it paves a path of hope. Like a maple leaf, it gives life despite the fading day.
Something made me catch, grow and wither.
Someone let me escape, to hover and to fall.
THE MAD BARRON
The Source Of The Metal