Amorphis is a band that has mounted a huge discography behind themselves. Composing twelve albums and not repeating yourself is a pretty tough job. I’m not here to write about the previous twelve releases, nor to compare any of them to the thirteenth one. Yeah, the thirteenth Amorphis album will soon be upon us, and if it comes out on Friday, maybe we could forgive them. It’s not like there are lot of things to be forgiven, but as I said, it’s not an easy job to compose thirteen albums and stay on the right track with the ideas at all times.
This album has a lot of “sweet” parts that attract the listener in a same way a bee is attracted to a flower, but eventually this flower somehow abruptly stays without any nectar, leaving you with the taste of bitterness. Someone who loves to eat “Dolce Garbo” will swallow the album much better than I did.
What puts them back in the domain of metal are certainly the growl vocals. If it weren’t for them, this release could easily compete on some sort of a mainstream music competition. At some moments, it reminds me of a worse version of Moonspell’s “Extinct.” Usually, I m trying to somehow express myself in a manner to be polite for the broader audience, but today I must change my mind regarding the scattered metral iconography on every man.
Definitely listen to the album. Will it leave you indifferent? I think it will. I must admire Amorphis for all the experimenting, and all the eager tries to constantly do something new, but that saxophone has not hit the right spot. The cover looks like it’s a follow-up to the last album. You could say it’s a bit nebulous, but it’s definitely interesting if you want to count how many insects are shown there.