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Whispering Void, “At the Sound of the Heart”
Whispering Void, “At the Sound of the Heart” (Prophecy Productions)
Review by Kira L. Schlechter
As its creators have implied, “At the Sound of the Heart” is music for decompression. “Put your phone down,” they advise; listen to the sound of your heart, the blood in your veins, the call of nature. We are only here for an eyeblink before we are gone – we exist and then we don’t.
That is not to say that this album by Whispering Void – rather a supergroup of Norwegian alternative/extreme music – is wifty or wafty or New Age-y. Its makers all have heaviness at their cores and it seethes with that excitement. Anything ambient or proggy or psychedelic most often grows into an entity lashed with metal. Lyrics are in the group’s native tongue and in English.
Guitarist Ronny Stavestrand (Trelldom) created the music, and his collaborators – all from the west coast of Norway, as he is – brought their own formidable backgrounds to the project. Wardruna’s Lindy-Fay Hella and Kristian “Gaahl” Eivind Espedal sing (he was in Trelldom with Stavestrand and is of course also famed for his time in Gorgoroth).
Enslaved’s Iver Sandøy contributes his talent on drums and percussion, as well as on bass, guitar, and keyboards; he also recorded, mixed, and mastered the album. He said in a record label interview that he was sonically inspired by the late avant-garde musician Scott Walker, particularly his third album, “Scott 3.”
Guest musicians add their own touches: Ole André Farstad plays guzheng and Indian slide guitar; Matias Monsen plays cello; and Silje Solberg contributes the distinctive ambiance of Norway’s native hardanger fiddle.
“Vinden vier” (“The Wind Sanctifies” or “The Wind Unites”) is built on a winding, sinuous melody that starts on acoustic guitar. Layers build and drums are added, then the melody becomes electric as Lindy-Fay driftingly sings and Kristian chants breathily along to the tempo. This track really bears Iver’s stamp in many ways, from the open, airy drums-and-programming segment to the segue into a heavier, more thunderous portion to the deconstruction of the core melody at the end.
The stunning “Vi finnes” (“We Exist”) has Lindy-Fay and Kristian whispering the lyrics together to a light, rolling groove and a haunting guitar melody. In what could be considered a chorus, she breaks into the wordless singing she does so well and the melody and drumming intensify to glorious effect. It too has a quiet, measured portion before picking up the chorus section anew. Kristian tenderly repeats the line “Vi finnes aldri” (roughly, “we never exist”) as the music dies away, then Lindy-Fay’s melody is carried on and reworked by guitar. Do listen to this one; it’s superior.
Ronny’s melody starts “Whispering Void” as it has the previous tracks, aided by Ivar’s sensitive drumming; the two of them become decidedly heavier as the song takes hold. Kristian and Lindy-Fay are so tightly melded as to be almost indistinguishable on the vocals at first, then he repeats the opening lines in almost spoken-word fashion before singing them in a near monotone. A delicate guitar, like a light breath, then a crescendo of drums lead to the final section. Its rhythm unrelenting, its mix dense, it has both singers delivering evocative lines like “Walking from the now/walking through the sound” again in unison before gently falling into an almost music-box rendition of the melody to end.
Ronny’s melancholic acoustic melody undulates throughout the first part of the title track as Lindy-Fay croons wordlessly and Kristian whispers. Those lovely guitar textures segue into an almost sinister, foreboding cello solo as Iver picks up with more insistent drumming. The lot rises dramatically into electric guitar, bass, and Iver’s syncopated groove as Kristian mutters what’s really the album’s ultimate goal: to be “here within the void … at the sound of the heart,” that is, to reach introspection and reflection.
The evocative instrumental “Lauvvind” is this project most perfectly realized musically – simple picking, a languid groove led by bass, touches of electronic percussion, then a crescendo into a headbanging-worthy ending.
“We Are Here” may begin with cello and ever-so-light percussion, but it’s really notable for Ronny’s deceptively simple guitar melody, one that acts as a touchstone across the track – before a drift of fiddle and Kristian repeating its only lyrics (“We are here/Within the voices/We are here/Within the void”), then chiming along to Iver’s march-style drumming, and then floating beneath in the ether under a chaotic, almost black-metal breakdown. It reprises finally at the end to no other accompaniment.
The closing piece, “Flower,” seems to coalesce everything this project was meant to achieve. It’s built again on Ronny’s shifting melodies, with wordless vocals so closely blended tonally that they become genderless and Iver’s scattershot, jazz-like low-end drum commentaries. Kristian speaks the meditative lyrics – “Where is the morning/Where are the rays of light/Where are the flowers/And the colors of life” – and that question is answered by that same blending of vocals, male and female: “This is the morning/This is the rays of light.”
“At the Sound of the Heart” is a jewel, a collaboration that brings together each of its parts into a whole that is so innately harmonious, it’s as if it was of one singular mind. Like its mission, it too exists for this moment alone and it is precious for its fleeting nature.
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Fleshgod Apocalypse
Fleshgod Apocalypse, “Opera,” Nuclear Blast Records
By Kira L. Schlechter, Heavy Hags
“Life is a wonderful thing. Even when everything around us seems to be falling apart, we must find a meaning for existing. And unexpectedly, sometimes second chances can be way more exciting than the first ones.”–Francesco Paoli, Fleshgod Apocalypse, from the Nuclear Blast bio.
And he ought to know about second chances. The singer/guitarist has devoted the entirety of the Italian symphonic death metal band’s seventh album to his very personal experience with them. “Opera” is inspired by his near-fatal 2021 mountain climbing accident, which left him with internal bleeding, a host of broken bones, and nerve damage in his left arm (he now has a prosthetic elbow and has lost movement and sensitivity in that arm). He had been scaling the Gran Sasso mountains in Abruzzo when he slipped and fell.
So the album subsequently is a journey through Francesco’s ’s life immediately before the accident, as it happened, and afterwards, including the long healing process and the reassessment of his life to date.
Singer Veronica Bordacchini takes on several commentary roles in the story, including Fate (“Pendulum”), Life (“Bloodclock”), Francesco’s own soul (“At War With My Soul”), pain-killing drugs (“Morphine Waltz”), his mother (“Matricide 8.21”), Resilience (“Per Aspera Ad Astra”), and Hope (“Til Death Do Us Part”).
The rest of the band is Francesco Ferrini (piano, string arrangements), Fabio Bartoletti (lead guitar), and Eugene Ryabchenko (drums). Bassist Paolo Rossi is on hiatus.
The suitably operatic opener, “Ode to Art (De’ Sepolcri),” is somber, hushed piano and Veronica’s delicate, restrained singing, exquisitely tender. A gentle swell of strings leads her to her superb high register at the close.
The thickly layered “I Can Never Die,” dense with choir vocals, orchestration, riffing, and blazing blast beats, is a brief but detailed insight into Francesco’s personality – cocky as he pursues excitement and thrills (“Free from fears, I smile at death/As I become immortal” … I burned my nerves/I ripped my heart out/To feel alive”), reminiscent as he recalls his past (“Outcast since birth/Mocked by everyone”), and grateful for the Art that ultimately saved him and gave him purpose (“With no respite in this war/Against mediocrity/Art crusaders/True believers of this only religion”). As Art personified, Veronica reminds that through her, we live and truly become immortal: “Carving your name into eternity … Enclosing the existence in timeless words.” There’s a hint at what’s to come – and a look back – when Francesco prophetically roars, “So when my time will come/Don’t grieve for me but raise your glasses/And in my honor play this music loud.”
“Pendulum” then describes the actual accident in horrific detail, the singer himself becoming said pendulum, swinging sickeningly from dizzying heights (he said in a story on Louder Sound that he hung for an hour and a half, veering in and out of consciousness) and cursing himself for his screw-up. Set to a jagged, foreboding tempo, Francesco acknowledges that his “Love for the unknown is what brought me up here,” and he warns himself, “don’t look down,” but his mistake is soon apparent as Fate (Veronica) taunts, “This time you went too far.” He knows he’s taken chances – “Dreams made of lead fill my barrel .. Like Russian roulette” – and Fate has no sympathy – “You get the end you deserve,” an “inglorious end.” It’s a harrowing ride, especially knowing it’s a true story and not a metaphor.
“Bloodclock” is the immediate aftermath of the accident, its detail gruesome (“Wounded, swollen, bleeding/I’m hanging on this wall like a crucifix … Drop by drop/All my blood/Turns this granite to red”). His initial shock is replaced by a whispered section where he knows the trouble he’s in – “And the wind/Plucks a harp/While my soul disappears” – but the chorus rages his defiance despite the odds (“I don’t want to leave this earth today”). That chorus continues the vivid, heartbreaking observances of someone who’s lived every minute of this horror – “I can hear my wife yelling my name in vain,” Francesco remembers, “While my son holds a shovel and is digging my grave.” The end is slower; he’s holding on, determined to survive. It’s wonderful and awful, again when you remember it actually happened.
So call “At War With My Soul” the “I told you so” moment, where Francesco argues with that soul, who’s trying to tell him this is what you get when you push yourself too hard and him saying, basically, fuck you. Its big chug and thudding chords are perfect accompaniment. “I’ve spent my whole life trying/To get rid of you” and your judgments, he says, while Veronica, as his Soul, taunts in a mesmerizing serpentine progression, “Sail over the high seas of regret/Climb up the mountain of fame,” and he counters, “No I don’t have any regret … And I’m not seeking fame.” The chorus is a harrowing back-and-forth between him and Veronica, these “Victims of ourselves,” these “bastard brothers … born with my worst enemy inside.” “Pain is the price for respect,” he snarls, “I just don’t care for your respect.” After a lilting solo section, the rhythm becomes erratic, chaotic, the music atonal, echoing this ongoing internal struggle.
Arguably the most classically-inspired track with its blazing baroque flourishes, “Morphine Waltz” (indeed in six-eight time but you’d kill yourself trying to dance to it) is an unhinged, maniacal love song to the drug “that can make you forget the past and dance till dawn.” Veronica does a wonderful job imbuing the character with a crazy seductiveness, while Francesco helplessly gives in, begging “Take me where the pain is just a bad memory,” where he is “inebriated by this wonder of science.” But he’s also aware of the risk to himself when he wryly roars, “And I lose the last shred of my dignity.”
The heartbreaking “Matricide 8.21” (that being the date, August 21, that he was injured) is Francesco’s apology to his mother for his mistakes, for making her suffer, for “(going) too far” and “cross(ing) the very thin line.” His technique of using Veronica as a character foil to himself on this album is supremely effective here – she tells him to “Walk the earth with no regret/Don’t let your fears hold you back,” but he castigates himself for doing just that. “My ego led me astray,” he admits, “I just felt this fire inside” — “How could I do this to myself/How could I do this to you/And still deserve your love?” he cries. But she remains steadfast in her understanding, repeating her refrain throughout. This is a slower, more measured track, laden with lead guitar, including a dramatic solo on the “Mother” melody.
“Per Aspera Ad Astra” (“as above, so below”), back to the dense, massive instrumentation, is a summation of what he’s learned from all this. He begins with where he is now, wanting to “Save the world with one hand” (of course referring to his limitations, as does “titanium will give me new strength”) and realizing that “a second chance must be deserved.” Veronica, as Resilience, gives him a pep talk in the chorus. But the real key to what this near-death experience has taught him is conveyed in one revealing line: “I’ve accepted the worst humiliation and turned it into deliverance.”
The striking, powerful closer, “Till Death Do Us Part,” has Veronica as Hope leading the way while Francesco swears to her that he will never lose hope. Slow and stately, with terrific overdubbing, she states her devotion to him, even knowing that at this moment, “The future is buried by the past and its epitaph recites, ‘Nothing will be the same.’” She remembers what’s happened – “the time standing on top of the world … when we were just invincible” – lines made even more meaningful now that he knows he’s not (“I need you, Hope, like never before”). And when their voices intertwine, it’s so moving, as is the modulation at the end and the soloing on the chorus melody.
The title track is also a piano-based instrumental that showcases Francesco F’s formidable skill. Gorgeous, for certain. Necessary? Maybe not, but it does dovetail nicely back to the opening interlude.
The only thing I’d wish here throughout is that the volume on the music would be toned down and the vocals brought up so you could better hear the lyrics and themes. Because “Opera” is a stunning character study of a man coming to grips with his shortcomings. I don’t think it’s to say Francesco will never climb another mountain (literally or figuratively), but now he knows the risks. And he wants to inspire others with his story, as he says in the bio:
“People need motivation, need examples that can make them restart believing in themselves,” he said. “And for me, this is part of the game – this is the best way I can give them something back after all these years of loving support.” This album, with its intense vulnerability and soul-searching, does exactly that.
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Hammerfall
Hammerfall, “Avenge the Fallen,” Nuclear Blast Records
Review by Kira L. Schlechter, Heavy Hags
After 30 years in any career, it’s natural for one to pause and reflect – on what’s accomplished, on what’s next, on one’s eventual end, even.
The Swedish band Hammerfall is rather at that point with its latest, “Avenge the Fallen.” While it’s still the cheery adrenaline rush of all their albums, singer Joacim Cans, guitarists Oscar Dronjak and Pontus Norgren, bassist Fredrik Larsson, and drummer David Wallen are definitely thinking about this particular moment in their lives – being middle age – on this, their 13th album. And a solid bunch of tunes they are: tight, precise, to the point, and built on a bedrock of some truly memorable riffs.
Like the title track, whose deadly simple, but deadly effective, riff melody – one they bring back before the chorus and abbreviate before the end – sets the mood for the song’s fist-raising, defiant sentiment. Joacim poses some interesting rhetorical questions to open: “What is the worst, be the one who died/Or be the one who survives/Better be saved or forever young/Or forgotten, erased by the tide?” His high tenor voice –that most classic of metal instruments – is supple throughout; he’s totally comfortable with himself vocally. By midway, his warrior character has shaken off his inertia and realizes, “this is the mission, I must carry on,” vowing an “eye for an eye for the fallen ones.”
“The End Justifies” is one of those odes to our genre, an ode to the band themselves, and an ode to their fans – a “yay all of us” for holding the hammer high, if you will. Set to David’s crisp, spotless drumming, the tip of the hat of the first verse begins with the band – “Here we go again/Chapter 13 has been penned” (get it?) – and their acknowledgement that they are like us: “Judged by fame and fortune, bigotry/The fuel to feed the fire.” The second verse is the audience, who “came to our side” and found a place where all are welcome (“The road we paved is free/Free for all, for you and me.” And so the theme, “the end justifies,” is that the result is worth all it takes to get there, to this mutual place of bliss that is metal.
“Freedom” makes nicely subtle commentary on self-determination and science versus the shackles of religion. Some will stick to the old ways: “Fear divine damnation and its sacred wrath/Chart your moral course to steer your path/The blind will lead, excuse of perfect ignorance,” Joacim notes. And some will evolve, himself included: “On the gleaming wings of science, we proceed.” The second verse becomes more pointed and is completely timely: “What is this, the future or repeated past/Faith instead of reason, it will never last/Rise and be the master of your destiny/Without anyone’s permission to be free.” Resonant, manly “Ohs” separate the verses and, together with the twin guitars echoing the melody, bring the track to a ringing close.
My first listen to the truly majestic “Hail to the King” was the first of many, it’s just that good (and it translates terrifically live, as it did on Hammerfall’s recent tour with Kamelot). It’s a beautifully poetic eulogy to this fallen ruler – “Ravens in mourning, all crying out loud/Sending the message of death through the clouds/Now as one life ends, another begins/Again, the sun is rising” – the king is dead, long live the king. Fredrik’s stately bass lines in the chorus give depth and heart to Joacim’s poignant thoughts. Its call-and-response chorus is a headbanger, a fist-raiser … everything you want in a metal chorus. The transitional riff after the chorus is almost folky, and the way they revisit the chorus at the end – first only the melody, then the addition of the vocals, then the melody only again but downtuned, somber and reflective – checks all the emotional boxes.
So if you were connecting any dots, “Hero To All” might be the next chapter in the “Hail to the King” saga, this next inspirational, salvational figure who draws men to fight for him – “He brought the light, made us prepared to fight,” and is a hero for one and for all. It may be quicker in tempo than its predecessor, but it maintains that theme of honor and brotherhood.
As any of my readers from other sites knows, I’m not much for sappy, syrupy ballads. But “Hope Springs Eternal” is neither of those, for one, and for another, Joacim’s voice is eminently suited for it. And for yet another, it speaks not of romance or love, but of the fleeting nature of life (“Here today, gone by tomorrow, my friend”) of wanting to leave a legacy (“I wish to live before and beyond my death”), but realizing the best legacy is to live day by day (“I’m not immortal, I’m just a man/Raised to live and do the best I can/Life to the limit, every day’s a brand new start”). All of us at this certain age start thinking about our own mortality, but Joacim’s damn well not done, as he says, “Without dreams, you will cease to exist.” Hammerfall continuing to actively tour and make new music is proof of that.
“Burn It Down” is one of those typical songs of epic battle, of fighting a nameless evil, of bringing justice – “We must fight and defend to make it right” – you know the ones. But in the Swedes’ hands, they never get boring, with little cinematic lines like “Here we are, the mighty opponents/Here we stand with the wind in our hair/You promise heaven, we give hell” to sweeten the pot.
A thematic reprise of “Hope Springs Eternal,” “Capture the Dream” is a message to all using himself (or themselves) as an example. It’s a look back at the past (“Been trying to shut me down since the beginning … They’ve been trying to undermine me right at my own grounds”) and a suggestion of how to move on (“When the future seems too bleak, don’t look there for answers/Look inside yourself, be true to you alone”). This one really benefits from their favorite call-and-response chorus technique – a very slight tempo change beneath the final choruses shakes things up a little. The fadeout is Joacim/the band reiterating that they remain, “still reaching for the stars … through the winds of change.”
“Rise of Evil,” through its juxtaposition of “the devil and the maker,” of “Jesus Christ … and Lucifer,” of those who “scream ‘Your soul is mine’,” is an observation of how everyone fights that battle between good and evil within themselves all the time and how you can’t rely on either one – “I dial the number 666, but no reply/I knock on heaven’s door before I say goodbye,” in a clever rejoinder – so the only solution is to “uprise and precede ‘em.” That guitar flourish before each line of the chorus is ear candy, as is the switch of the band doing the call and Joacim doing the response in the final chorus.
In keeping with what has become the album’s de facto theme, “Time Immemorial” gives us no happy ending: “One day, your dream/Will be gone without a warning,” Joacim sings, so you’d better “Try to cherish every morning” and keep striving, because “not a soul ever wins by playing small.” To drive home the point, the verses are hectic and the chorus is lengthened out, slower, almost in an attempt to slow time while all the while knowing that it is “standing still for no one, constant is its chime.” The ending is somber, just Joacim, orchestration, and wordless backing vocals.
So “Avenge the Fallen” becomes noteworthy for capturing a band who’s totally not done – not even close – but who knows the future is finite. It might even be the first metal album to address aging, and horns up to them for doing so.

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