Metal Monday CCXXXVI - Old Gods Whom Chaos Knew

11/12/2018

This Metal Monday is brought to you by my kindred soul Jarak. Due to some random encounter, Jarak and I send one another albums on occasion, fueling each others musical journey with few words between. This album was sent to me during the last exchange. This was a delicious treat waiting on my wishlist that I had forgotten about.
Tvær, though hailing from the States, the cold, northen Minnesota, the sound they create is one that resonates with the Finnish style of Black Metal. This four track howling madness is a wild ride through frigid, dark landscapes. A cold embrace that sears and savages. I am always a fan of ancient and old things, gods included. Coupled with atmoshperic and melodic blackness, this album is a force unleashed.
As the first snowfall settles here in the plains, let us look into those gray clouds that spit ice and wonder of the old ways. May your soul weather the chill that looms as we go into this week with the old ones by our side.

https://tvaer.bandcamp.com/album/old-gods-whom-chaos-knew

Playing the bonus track included with the album. No lyrics provided.

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THE MAD BARRON

QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)