Blut Aus Nord // 777 – Cosmosophy
Rating: 2.5/5.0 — Hymns at the Church of Zzz.
Label: Debemur Morti Productions
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Release Dates: EU: 09.24.2012 | US: 09.21.2012

Blut Aus Nord - CosmosophyI wake up and look around me. The dark-red ice is still coating the interior of the church. This can only mean one thing – I am still trapped within the nightmare.

I remember first coming across the mysterious blood stains at the Northern glacier some time back. When I had reached out to touch the dried blood with both hands, a most chilling sensation crept down my spine instantaneously. Strangely, it was… calming. Suppressed emotions that were tormenting the soul died away like an extinguished candle flame. Doubts about the universe at large intensified. And then, my vision faded to nothingness. The next time my eyes paid heed to the reality before me, I was in the church.

A series of twisted, dissonant hymns assaulted my consciousness thereafter, rendering me mentally wrecked. Yet it was so queerly gratifying that I made the mistake of not exiting the malevolent structure as swiftly as a frightened clergyman would. My curiosity drove me to stay put, to find out what else more the church had to offer. A subsequent series of heart-thumping, equally dark, but almost entirely non-verbal hymns proceeded to wash over my consciousness, grabbing the reins of my mind from my soul. And then, nothing. My vision must have had failed me then, once more.

Here I am, freshly aroused from the mysterious slumber for the second time. I shudder at the thought of what awaits me. The chilly air is getting colder. It’s bite is getting sharper by the second. And there it is again! The surreal hymns! No, something is wrong. This time, it sounds… less dangerous. Odd, what is the church trying to tell me? I simply do not comprehend its intention. Am I to tolerate such a lulling tune, after having experienced the pulse-racingly apt contrast between the previous two sets of hymns?

The atmospheric sound of the artificial keyboard instrument is too dominant. The sound of the human voice is highly absent as well, summoning forth memories of the previous set of hymns. Where, pray tell, is the inhuman singing? My ears pick up on a fleeting bout of it in the sixteenth epitome, but nothing more! The artificially transfigured, lone human voice singing in the opening chapter of the epitome leaves a weak impression, too. I hear gravelly whispering occasionally, and while it gives the added flavor of mysticism, the lackluster balance of varying vocal types undermine its fear-inducing capability.

Blut Aus Nord 2012

What is this I feel? A previously unknown sense seems to be active. It is telling me that the present set of hymns is nearing its end. Yet the only crest of the entire experience thus far had been the spirit-raising vocal harmony in the fifteenth epitome! What a disappointment. I had sallied forth into the unknown darkness with the intention of finding my identity through the disturbance of my soul, not the putting to sleep of it. The stringed instruments of electrifying sound and natural percussive beats are overtly reaching for the stars throughout, never bringing themselves down to the Earth to craft dark, aggressive melodies that resonate with my restless soul. The first set of hymns accomplished such a feat though. Oh, how I miss it. This is comical. This is inexcusable! Why is the church transmitting a near identical set of hymns to me? It might as well be repeating the previous set of hymns, but with a shortage of resounding, artificial percussive pounding.

My vision is fading away once more. The hymns are dying away. The dark-red ice is melting, and blood is slowly filling the church. As the foul liquid rises, I ponder on the purpose of this astral expedition. What is it that my soul has gained from it? Is it my identity? Or is it merely a temporary respite from my tiresome reality? It has to be the latter. At least, it feels like it ought to be, considering how mentally flaccid the initially invigorating introspection is turning out to be. Perhaps it is the will of the cosmos that I have just experienced this unexpectedly unfulfilling fantasy. Perhaps the larger forces at work simply want to inform me that the concept of a “self” may be merely an illusion. As much as my seemingly unique collection of thoughts and emotions might want to suggest otherwise, perhaps my “self” will simply vanish in an undramatically mundane manner when it is time for my life to expire – just like this third and concluding set of hymns.

Inspired by Happy Metal Guy’s time at Oculus Infernus.

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  • HohenheimOL

    I love how I can read the opening paragraph and immediately know a review is written by Happy Metal Guy without even looking at the header.

    • I appreciate your kind comment!

    • omit spam

      … and that’s a good thing? what a pretentious drivel. may i quote you?

      […] “I’m sorry, but this is a poor review. It says almost nothing about the actual songwriting/musicianship/anything relevant to the actual music; all I see is a bunch of rambling about […]”

      • HohenheimOL

        Your accusation may have carried relevance if this review were anything like the review that I was criticizing with that quote which you oh so happily took out of context.

        The review for L’Enfant Sauvage was one long rambling about the philosophy behind the music. There is literally only one single line which describes the actual music(“As technically dense and aggressive and death metal…”). It’s one long Metal Hammer worthy fanboy/fangirl rant.

        This review actually tells you something about the album, albeit in a pretty far-out manner. Which is fitting, considering that Blut Aus Nord is a pretty far-out band. The criticisms are all there, you just have to actually read the fucking review.

        HMG did his review in that style because he assumed, perhaps wrongly so if you are any indication, that his readers are smart enough to catch on to some simple metaphors, and have the sense of humor to not get their jimmies rustled over a deliberately bizarre take on describing an album.

        Next time you want to prove me wrong on something, try actually thinking before speaking. Because clearly you decided to forgo that step this time around.

        • omit spam

          Sehr geehrter Herr/Frau HOHL,
          You assume to much, really. My observation within this context is quite relevant. This review tells me nothing; metaphor or not. I did read it. His style doesn’t appeal to me in general. Most of the time (always?) he’s too verbose, but this review was particularly awful.
          All your argumentation tells me is that you’re willing to apply one set of standards in your criticism and a different one for people or styles you like. Isn’t that the definition of a fanboy/girl? See I got a sense of humor, too.

          Mit freundlichen Grüßen

        • omit spam

          Sehr geehrter Herr/Frau HOHL,
          You assume to much, really. My observation within this context is quite relevant. This review tells me nothing; metaphor or not. I did read it. His style doesn’t appeal to me in general. Most of the time (always?) he’s too verbose, but this review was particularly awful.
          All your argumentation tells me is that you’re willing to apply one set of standards in your criticism and a different one for people or styles you like. Isn’t that the definition of a fanboy/girl? See I got a sense of humor, too.

          Mit freundlichen Grüßen

          • HohenheimOL

            Except the review does say something, whether you get it or not. Do you really need me to spell it out for you? Because I will if I really must.

            My argument stands. If you’re that mad about a review with a sense of humor, maybe you shouldn’t be using this site.

          • omit spam

            You should try and follow your own advice.

            “Next time you want to prove me wrong on something, try actually thinking before speaking. Because clearly you decided to forgo that step this time around.”

          • HohenheimOL

            See, now you’re just trying to fall back on the “hurr durr I was just trolling” excuse. Nice try, but no. Calling you out on saying something dumb does not indicate rustled jimmies on my part. Sorry to disappoint.

          • omit spam

            No troll here. And no, you don’t disappoint.

          • HohenheimOL

            Like I said, you got mad and tried to pass it off as trolling. And of course I don’t disappoint. I’m right, and you’re getting mad over it.

          • omit spam

            Like I said before, you assume too much. I am not mad at all, not at you or the author; and I am not trolling. Why would I be mad? I’ve casually listened to a few BAN songs in the past, but never to an whole album. I’ve no investment here. Am I mad at the author? Nope, I just don’t like his style, but this review is really awful. Creative writing: +1; review: epic fail.
            Your argument in the past, which I quoted, attacks a certain style of writing. Here you defend your own personnel preference. I am just calling you out on your hypocrisy. Sorry, I had to break it down for you. And that’s the crux of my argument.

          • HohenheimOL

            Nope. I was criticizing for absence of informative content, not style. I know mad when I see it; your jimmies=rustled.

          • omit spam

            Sorry, I disagree. You apparently prefer “metaphors” over “philosophy”. I call that a difference in style. I got an idea, maybe we should continue our discussion in free-form metaphors, beatnik style? Or haiku? Maybe then your argument would make more sense.

          • HohenheimOL

            Nope. I prefer a review describing the music as opposed to not describing the music. I honestly have no idea why you have to get so worked up over that fact.

          • omit spam

            But it doesn’t. It’s just a bunch of metaphors strung together.
            And here again you assume. I am just opinionated and you haven’t proven me wrong.

          • HohenheimOL

            There’s two possible things you’re doing here:

            (A) You’re claiming that the review automatically has no content because of its style.

            or (B) You’re getting mad that I see the point of something you don’t see the point of, and that I can distinguish between a bad review that’s badly written, and a good review that’s strangely written.

            Both possibilities point to you being stupid. In addition to being mad.

        • Zadion

          ^This. Seriously, I understood the exact point HMG was getting to with this review. And he even managed a fascinating, macabre tale in the process! I don’t understand the problem. The hell is wrong with being verbose, anyway?

          • omit spam

            Nothing. Just not my preferred style of review.

  • whoa… i lasted a few paragraphs… couldn’t really tell what was going on

  • I would rather listen to the record than read again.

  • Zadion

    You need to write more reviews. Your surrealism hasn’t mindfucked me enough yet. I demand more!

    • omit spam

      i demand somebody perform an interpretive dance in response to the above review, which then in turn get’s reviewed by AMG. chances are it will be more informative.

  • I enjoyed the review but I don’t agree with HMG’s take on the record. I didn’t enjoy it quite as much as The Desantification but it’s still a strong record and actually quite different from the other two 777 records. It’s much more sludgey and droney and while the keys do play a big part, there’s some absolutely huge riffs in there that are just dripping with atmosphere. Not their best but very good – a 4.0 from me.

  • Patrick

    yeah, not digging this style of reviewing. would rather a forward clear and concise critique, not one showing off his penmanship. Wrong platform I think. Good effort though.

  • What the fuck?!?

  • You’re all trolls and rabble rousers!

  • Well.. as a piece of surrealistic proza, this is pretty good.. but if you’d have written a piece of surrealistic proza about an other subject than a music album, I’d have found it good too. Then a more serious review could have been written on this album by another reviewer. And then the goal why I get to this site; reading a nicely written hard-to-break opinion about a metal album; would have been accomplished.

  • AugustHolderlin

    Pseudo-literary babble. Freaking nonsense. Lately, there seems to be a lot of faux-intellectual writings with us metalheads. Please stop. It is neither intelligent nor informative. What’s next?

  • Chris Cox

    Lol, guys… this review really wasn’t that hard to parse. Blut Aus Nord and the like are bands that aim to arouse some pretty extreme emotions and take the listener to weird mental places. This is something different than the sum of the parts. I think the way of capturing his response to the first two albums, and then contrasting that to the new album in an abstract way, was probably the most effective way to comment on an album of this genre. I for one enjoyed the review, although I agree it does come off a little pretentious.