sábado, 27 de julio de 2013

APPALACHIAN WINTER

Origen: E.E.U.U., Schellsburg, Pennsylvania.
Formados: 2008
Estilo: Black sinfónico
Temática: Invierno
Enlaces:Bandcampfacebooklastfm y mediafire.
Miembros:
  • D. G. Klyne  Todos los instrumentos y voces
  • Mike O'Brian Coros
  • Randy Smith Guitarra
Discogafía:

  •  Silence Before the Great Mountain Wind Full-length 2008   
  • Winter Eternal Full-length 2009   
  • I Become the Frozen Land Full-length 2010   
  • Appalachian Winter Full-length 2011   
  • Ghosts of the Mountains Full-length 2013   
  • Berglieder Split 2013 
  • Ravenforest EP EP 2013  
  • The Epochs That Built the Mountains CD 2014
  • Selected Orchestrations Recopilatorio 2014 Miri It Is Single 2015
  • From the Cosmos to the Mountains Single 2016  
  • The Lake and the Mountain EP 2016
GHOST OF THE MOUNTAINS (2013)
El último trabajo de Appalachian Winter hasta la fecha es un trabajo de black sinfónico pero también ambientalista con fuertes connotaciones folk, pero sobre todo es el proyecto de un música D.G. Klyne que tiene muy claras sus ideas y hace y deshace a su gusto en una banda, la suya, que poco a poco va situando en el panorama del black. Disco a disco va puliendo su sonido, mejorando aspectos como la producción y logrando transmitir a su audiencia su propósito, que creo no es otro, que la sensaciones de un frio invierno en los Apalaches. Su música es rica en matices y bastante elaborada, gran trabajo en todos los aspectos desde la voz muy trabajada y cuya presencia sube el tono de las composición, así como todos los aspectos sinfónicos y ambientales que si bien en un principio se les pueden atribuir tintes preciosistas, llegada la hora de la verdad lo que transmiten es una sensación más bien de inseguridad y de salvajismo dentro de la naturaleza. Bien es cierto también que por momentos se puede dejar de lado un poco el aspecto más black y coquetear con algunas partes heavys, esas voces en Pennsylvanian Fire, o incluso aspectos orquestales tal vez un poco sobrecargados, pero esta claro que esto es el proyecto de Klyne y él y sólo él manda  sobre el mismo. El mensaje está más que claro, un ser humano ávido de riqueza al cual no le importa destruir una y otra vez la naturaleza y pocos trabajos logran transmitir ese clamor de: paren ya de una manera tan clara y precisa. (8,3).
1. Rebellion Within the Young Nation 06:47
  If freedom was to to fall from the heavens 
As brilliant orbs of light, 
The people of the mountains would catch them first 
And hold them closely to their hearts. 

If you hold close to your heart 
A treasure greater than life, 
You will know death before separation, 
And so you will hold it for your eternity. 

You who think you rule over men 
May put to paper any words you wish, 
But they who live in the mountains 
Will always be free, 
And owe you, who know not 
Of life's great struggle, 
Nothing.
2. Patriarchs 05:34
  Old wisdom shines like light 
Across the void of time. 
Old words fight decay 
From foolish minds. 
Ages die like fire 
From the falling rain, 
As our patriarchs 
Smile and become the Earth. 

Fire and rain - 
Strip me to my bones, 
As I know my name 
And claim my forefather's heart. 

Fire and rain - 
Wash the Earth anew, 
As my forefathers and I 
Rise from ashes.
3. Ancestors of the Lake 05:23
  This lake; these lands I stand upon, 
Have and age - an epoch that can't be known. 

They bear ancient names; 
The only remnants of those here before. 

I like to think that the ravens who come, 
Bear their wayward souls back to this land they called home. 
But likely these are only ravens, 
And nothing more. 

I like to think that every raindrop that falls here, 
Are their tears returning home - that they may weep no more. 
But likely they are only raindrops, 
And nothing more. 

I like to think after I yield forth my last breath, 
That my spirit will join those ancient ones, 
In song to our beloved mountains. 
But likely that day, 
We shall all be dust, 
And nothing more.
4. The Town Old Man Schell Built 05:26
Many pass here, but few are to know. Few live here. They inherit a corner of this world Sweetened by the absence of eyes upon it. A microcosm can reflect a universe. So we live; tiny lives in our forgotten town. Let it be nothing to those who pass by, For it is everything to me.
5. Keystone 04:52  instrumental
6. The Great Battle 06:25
  Over three days time, 
My mountains, my beautiful mountains 
Beheld immeasurable horror! 

When men came to slaughter men- 
My mountains beheld this- 
When souls come to ashes, 
And Death's roar loudens, 
Life reduces to the value of lead. 

When men came 
The world beheld the slaughter 
In my beautiful mountains. 

When men came upon these fields, 
Humanity darkened. 
Old eventualities bore old mountains 
In their witness. 

When Death's roar loudens, 
The last moments of men 
Are borne in wrath, fear and shock. 

Better of ten thousand 
Spilled all their blood, 
And my beautiful mountains 
Became a place of horror.
7. Pennsylvanian Fire 05:37
Colossal things rose in my mountains; 
Born of rocks and men. 
They found within themselves a thirst for fire. 
So followed many lands to take of my mountains 
As monstrous works changed my land forever. 

It was my land first 
Where fire was found; 
The essence of life long since gone. 
The souls of a forgotten time 
Were torn from the Earth, 
And made to live again 
As fire in the heart of a new age. 

It was my land first, 
Where cold eyes fell upon the mountains, 
And monsters rose among them 
-Nailed to the land- 
To take of the mountains 
While others were carved away, 
And left to rot by monstrous men. 

It was my land first . . .
8. The Great Flood of 1889 06:18
  Stands there a smaller city upon rivers. 
In the mountains there, men forged steel under a ghastly shadow. 

When the rains came, 
Tragedy was forewritten, 
For men had declared the river a lake, 
And when the rains came, the river reclaimed itself. 

No barrier built knows the truth of Earth, Water and Sun. 

When eyes closed and Life laid down en masse, 
The city, scarred and horrified, became a dire warning - 
Remembered still by my people. 

When the rains come again, 
Will the next river break free?
9. The Cemetery Where Slaves Lie Buried 04:39
Here is a place haunted, 
Where shadow and soul are one, 
And the land hides the horror 
Of those who ran - ran for the dignity of men. 

All that remains are stones 
And whispered memories 
For hope also fled, 
And so they died - they died for the dignity of men. 

These are the unmarked graves 
Of those our history has left behind.
  51:01  


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