Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Eventide, Diaries from the Gallows (2006)


Tracklist:

  1. Into Illusion
  2. Killing what Can’t be Handled
  3. My Closest Demon
  4. This Curse
  5. No Darker Place
  6. Standards of Rebellion
  7. Indifferent
  8. The Skeleton who Sold its Skin
  9. Vargavidderna (instrumental)
  10. I, Enemy
  11. Confinement

There are some albums which leave so little to the imagination that I’d be prepared to bet my soul on how they’ll sound before the disk even enters the tray.  Written six years ago, this little number was the full-length debut of a little-known Swedish death metal band called Eventide, who have recently gone into hiatus.  And it’s fair to say they seem to have been trying to make an impression.  Entitled Diaries from the Gallows, the album artwork features a battered etching in which an even more battered-looking victim is being dragged by his neck to a scaffold in the background.  First impressions are hardly dispelled by the first lines of music: the ten-second long, electronically distorted scream of what sounds like a choking sinner sinking eternally into six feet of satanic sewage.  Another hour of shouty-shouty, death-themed noise.  Just what we’ve all been waiting for.


Within minutes, it was evident I’d been completely duped.  Filing my first impressions under “misconceptions”, I set about reconsidering my approach.  Nominally, Eventide’s style can be considered melodic death metal, employing a combination of death and clean vocals, heavy metal instruments, and a smattering of strings and keys.  But all this is about as useful as saying they’re a 4-piece band.  What sets the style apart is the moderate-to-slow tempo of songs, a background strung with melodic riffs, and an intriguing interplay between electric and acoustic guitar work.

All this is slightly reminiscent of a nice bunch of Greek lads called Rotting Christ, who briefly caught my attention a few years ago.  But I’ll happily bet Diaries from the Gallows will hold my interest for quite a bit longer.  On a basic level, Eventide’s debut is musically far superior in both ability and quality.  Time signatures are varied, often between simple 4-time and 3-time (for the latter see, for example, track 6, Standards of Rebellion).  But there’s also a bit of devious subtlety here, with the odd beat being added onto the end of musical phrases and bars in tracks 2, Killing what Can’t be Handled, and 5, No Place Darker.  Meanwhile, heavy guitars and bass hammer out bold, irregular rhythms, creating a jagged landscape on which Eventide build their musical themes.

For all the band’s ability and willingness to mix things up, less is definitely more.  Like so many others in the genre, Eventide were drawn to the temptation of synth strings.  But, unlike many of their contemporaries, they resisted the temptation to vomit symphonic gush over every verse, chorus, and intro.  There are some instances of ill-advised mush entering their repertoire, with just a hint of hazy synth chords in tracks 4, 5, and 8.  But these are rare anomalies.  Strings are used throughout to trace out melodic lines with clear, precise strokes.  Elsewhere, they’re used to give little dabs of colour, as in tracks 2, 3, and 6, where pizzicato strings pick out staccato rhythms over the top of the music.  This approach isn’t left to strings, with mellow guitars and bright keys picking out short, repetitive patterns.  A good example comes with the final song, Confinement, in which keys and guitars double up to trace simple lines behind the whispered vocals.

While doubling up different instruments on melodies is common throughout – see also the lone fiddle behind the guitar on Standards of Rebellion – it belies an overall sparse tone to the music.  In general, different sounds are not mixed, and there’s little excessive layering of tones.  This often allows the music to rapidly alternate between deep and heavy, with crashing distorted power chords, to calm and reflective, with acoustic guitar picking.  And it reflects the band’s generally minimalistic approach to their music.  There’s nothing brain-melting about harmonies, although they’re always varied enough to maintain interest.  And the same melodic themes and riffs are strung out across entire songs, interchanging with others as the music develops but, in themselves, rarely changing.  In many cases, these simple, repetitive melodies serve their own purposes: where they crop up behind death vocals, for example, they replace the vocal melodies that would have been provided by clean vocal lines.  But it reflects a more general desire not to go overboard with rapid changes of musical themes and wild instrumentalisation.  In this respect, it’s perhaps best illustrated in track 9, the entirely instrumental Vargavidderna, which opens to delicate acoustic guitars playing a simple picking theme.  Over the top emerges a solitary melodic drone, which then repeatedly interchanges with the original acoustic guitar line until the track fades to the same theme as it first entered.

None of this is likely to appeal to fans of bombastic, crashing prog metal, but this doesn’t hinder the album.  Helped, no doubt, by the slow pace of the music, the simplicity leaves every note feeling perfectly measured, completely unhurried, and deliberately placed.  And it’s an approach which is mirrored in the lyrical themes Eventide have pursued.  A quick glance over the song titles – note, particularly, Killing what Can’t be Handled – might suggest a standard metal mix of murder and brutality; the lyrics themselves suggest otherwise.  In fact, I’d hazard a guess that both the sinister figure and his sprawled victim who he is dragging to the gallows on the album cover are one and the same person.  This is a fairly straightforward issue of a divided self, a personality struggling against those features it carries with itself, and which it resents, and those it aspires to.

This idea seems to be common to all songs on the album, and is played out through the dual themes of light and dark.  These are concepts which could have been plucked straight out of the bible, where they’re interchangeable with good and evil.  But when they’re used in metal – and they often are – a lot of artists choose invert them, creating shame out of light and finding virtue in darkness.  Eventide have done exactly this, contrasting the tedium of choirboy conformity with the allure of independence which is promised by rebelling against it.  In track 3, My Closest Demon, darkness is established as a sinister and uncontrollable force which cannot be repressed.  It comes “from deep within/where skeleton meets skin”.  But this personal experience is nevertheless a popular, anarchic force, resonating with the dark masses: “Carrying the strength of a thousand/and the chaos of one”.  This idea of a rising, popular force is continued in track 6, the outstanding Standards of Rebellion, which proclaims “the riot of the lower classes/one thousand fists and feet enraged/coming to pull you under”.

At its base lies an urge to split the self from moral constraints to unleash the inner creative urges for liberty are followed up in the aptly titled The Skeleton who Sold its Skin: “I played the tones of morality/It wasn’t my style”.  But, as the final track – another particularly good one, by the way – Confinement, the self is enslaved to those restrictions it has made its own, resulting in a bleak and joyless existence: “In my confinement/the walls are grey/there are no windows here/there are no days”.  It is an oppressive and unaccountable force, which answers to none: “These walls have eyes/but they won’t speak”.  Yet this, the final song of the album, suggests a sense of resignation alien to the rebellious fury of earlier tracks.  Soft, clean vocals call gently for no end to the torment, pleading to the “Keeper of the keys/grant me not the favour of release/give me no more than what you think I need/and I will do as you please”.

So, what’s the meaning of the album?  It’s fucking nihilism, my son.  And it sounds awesome.  Musically, Eventide created something really special, successfully managing to combine the raw fury of extreme metal with the reflective emotion of  the folk guitar ballad.  Every note, from the pounding and battle-hardened to the weary and resigned, is weighted so carefully you could balance it on your hat.  In fact, there’s something brilliant – magical, almost – in the simplicity in which songs are put together, even if the odd track falls short of the overall standard.  Eventide’s debut should therefore be considered a genuine, if very much understated, classic of its genre.  Buy it, download it, steal it from a shop – whatever you do, you owe it to yourself to give it a go.  In the meantime, there’s one avid convert with a soul to win back…

Production: 4/5
Lyrics: 4/5
Album Cohesion: 4/5
Music: 9/10

Percentage Score: 84%

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