,,Though it is summer and the heat and humidity choke and cook the air I find myself frozen to the core. I awake in my darkened bedroom to a rustle, a harsh cold gripping the room. The curtain blows and the window is open yet the air is frigid. There, in the corner of my room stands this shrouded visage holding an instrument with hands that should not longer hold anything. The jaw drops, the accordian plays, and my room is sundered by this being...this artist of death.
Path. This is how this "Путь" is apparently pronounced (after some research and diving to decipher this enigmatic and enchanting find). The album is called Songs of Death and I cannot get enough of it. It haunts me, it tortures me to listen onward, to wander out into the cold and sleep beneath the tree with no leaves, the siberian landscape claiming another as my soul journeys into the void where this artist must have hailed.
Ten songs. There are ten tracks on this stellar album and each one rivals each other, each one hiding something stirring within its blizzard. Above The Ancient Coffin is the showcase track but that's only because it was one of the first ones I really latched on to. However, now that I have given each song due attention, I could pick any of them and feel satisfied. If this is the only thing Path ever creates I am grateful. If they produce anything more of this magnitude I will have to move to Siberia. Speaking of, I believe my recent Grima interest somehow spawned this find but I am curious why not before. Perhaps I am only now ready for such a treat. I care not, for this has been an epic find for my collection.
Here are some pointers on tracks to give a listen:
The ashes of your hair, Rachel - 3:50 to the end (grooves into an epic ending)
Within the white palace - The beginning build up will hook you (Also, check out The White Palace from Omnium Gatherum...not sure what it is with those places but they spawn monstrous metal tracks)
The flowers of evil - 3:00 to the end is gorgeous, haunting, and that fire crackling in the background is enthralling)
Cult I: Lights of the distant hills - 3:45 to the end thunders and cracks as it manifests into a churning explosion of energy.
Oh, and how about the fact that the album art and track names are awesome. Look at that cover art! Stare into those skeletal sockets and let that darkness serenade you with bone chilling goodness. Theres just so much right about this album, so much win. Siberia has some talented black metal artists and I am grateful to find these gems.
So it seems, as the heat increases, the cold only cascades more, as Path grips this week with a bleak storm. And soon, very soon, Grima shall follow with their newest album. How delightful. My skin crawls with anticipation... or perhaps that is simply the worms in my cadaver for my spirit wanders towards the Taiga. Stay frosty this week, my friends. /,,/
THE MAD BARRON
The Source Of The Metal