CELTIC FROST: TO MEGA THERION (1985)
1) Innocence And Wrath; 2) The
Usurper; 3) Jewel Throne; 4) Dawn Of Megiddo; 5) Eternal Summer; 6) Circle Of
The Tyrants; 7) (Beyond The) North Winds; 8) Fainted Eyes; 9) Tears In A
Prophet's Dream; 10) Necromantical Screams.
Not a serious departure from the style of Morbid Tales, Celtic Frost's first
proper LP is still a vast technical improvement. Although not featuring the
classic lineup (bassist Dominic Steiner is employed here as a temporary
replacement for Eric Ain), this is probably as heavy and relentless as these
guys would ever get — fully justifying the album's title (The Great Beast in Ancient Greek, and yes, apparently, this is
where Therion, the Swedish symph-metal monster, also got their name from). You
may hate this record (understood), you may not remember one track from another
(even better understood), but you do have to respect its total lack of
compromise, and, with (perhaps forced) repeated listens, its weird strife for
melodicity and complexity behind the superficial monotonousness of the songs.
It is almost a pity that in this black metal
business, a trade-off has to be made between melodic purity and brutality. A
couple listens into ʽThe Usurperʼ, for instance, and you might perceive the
song's riff as a potential jawbreaker, but because of all the constant dirty
feedback engulfing the notes and because of the overtly loud drums adding to
the onslaught, everything fuses together in a sludgy mess. (Where's the London
Symphonic Orchestra when you really need it?). The same complaint is applicable
to almost everything else, though most of the other riffs do not sound all that
original to me — mostly variations on everything from Sabbath to early
Metallica. But at least the production is noticeably better: the drums actually
sound powerful, unlike so many speed metal albums where it feels as if the
drummer is barely alive, just trying to catch up to the insane guitar tempos —
and the lead guitar parts achieve the desired
«now-for-some-thunder-and-lightning» effect, usually the only reason to put a
lead guitar part in a speedy black metal song.
For the sake of keeping this review running a
little longer, let me quickly list everything that is found slightly outside
the standard black metal formula. The introduction, ʽInnocence And Wrathʼ,
features guest musician Wolf Bender on French horn, adding a suitably Wagnerian
dimension to the short track — actually, the French horn sounds very much in
tune with the metal guitars, and it is a pity that Tom did not exploit this
guy's talents any further (he does reappear on the mid-section of ʽDawn Of Megiddoʼ,
but playing exactly the same melody). On three of the tracks, guest vocalist
Claudia-Maria Mokri makes very brief vocal appearances — sometimes appearing,
in Valkyrie fashion, on just one or two lines, goofy and ghostly, in a «what
the heck was that?» kind of way. And ʽTears In A Prophet's Dreamʼ continues the
tradition of ʽDanse Macabreʼ, a spooky noise track well fit for a horror movie
with caves, skeletons, and spiders, or at least an Elder Scrolls dungeon. Uh... that's it. Oh, wait! There are some odd
chiming percussion effects on ʽNecromantical Screamsʼ, the last track. And
some big timpani shit going on at the end, because the album has to end on an
epic Wagnerian note, too.
Other than that, there is nothing to discuss,
unless you really want to dissect all these riffs note-for-note, and trace them
back to their nearest relatives in the extended heavy metal family. Since this
obviously does not represent Celtic Frost at the peak of their creativity, I
find it hard to actively recommend an album with such an utterly limited
formula — and, for what it's worth, I think Bathory did the whole black metal
schtick with even more fervor and creativity — but I can understand why it is
so highly regarded in professional metal circles, so, ultimately, the record
gets a thumbs up
because of the sheer curiosity factor. Oh, and the cool title: these literate
fellows did not even forget to include the proper neuter gender article, so how
could this not be counted as the finest linguistic achievement in black metal
history?
Great review as always, but it's "striving", not "strife", that you're thinking of. Unless they actually hate melody.
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