At the roots of the autumnal equinox, über-productive act Rojinski, hailing from Planet Earth, releases a new work, focusing on the feelings and emotions related to this harsh season. I will keep it brief and concise this time.
First a small opinion about the artwork. Okay, I am pretty sure it is AI-stuff, but it reflects the intrinsic attitude that characterizes this newest effort. Self-reflection and dimness, finiteness and a glimpse of nature’s tenacity…
The adventure of the angel continues when he approaches a realm where time stands still, yet space shifts endlessly. In the center lies a glass castle, where truth and revelation wander around. It’s there where the seraph’s bride lies in eternal slumber, lifeless yet alive. To get there, Kasriel must face evil beings, vile creatures that cannot enter that heart-of-the fortress themselves, yet that will do anything to stop the protagonist of this story. Disappointment, pain, struggle and anger are on his path; so are hope, alleviation, persuasion.
…another chapter within the saga of the Emperor and the King… I ended my series of reviews with the two first releases of the U.T.R.Y.N. set; part three and four were prepared yet never finished because of a lack of [my] time, and the overwhelming productivity (an excellent given for sure, yet in the case of a reviewer it can be a disastrous venom) of Mister Ghafur, that held me back, and so on, and so on… But the story still goes on, through Greed (Vrozlyd), Cruel (Themis), Wound (Obsidian Mirror
Darkened synth music for solitary wanderings through majestic forests, or for the journey into one's own mind with closed eyes and open portals... I think this description is a fitting definition for what the new (?) American project Nightweald stands for. Nightweald is the outfit of some C. Davis, debuting with the demonstrational four-track EP Skogstema. That title comes from Norse and means something like ‘forest theme’, referring to pristine wildlife, Mother Nature, and our affiliation, spiritually, with Earth.
The Dutch act (they hail from the city of Apeldoorn) Black Rabbit was formed in 2014 and surprises us with a another (mini) album, called Warren Of Necrosis, nearly half a year after the stunning Chronolysis EP. Hey, are they re-issuing their debut demo, entitled Warren Of Necrosis? Well, no; actually this is a totally new recording, which accidentally (or better: on purpose) comes with the same title, Warren Of Necrosis.
The troubled entity Kasriel continues the burdensome search to seek answers on his considerable questions about loss, existence, comprehension and love. Waiting for centuries in the (metaphysical) halls of his mysterious castle (Inner Sanctum), his adventurous quest starts when the Melosinae (air spirits) dare him to commence this dangerous voyage. Guided and challenged by the Snawfuss, the seraph leaves, facing disappointment, struggle, wonder and oppugnance, as well as understanding, transcendence, even hope (Peregrinatio).
Another short one…
The last four-five years, Rojinski used to be one of the most productive projects on Mater Terra. The great(est) thing was that it wasn’t just about quantity, yet above all about quality. Despite the overwhelming number of releases, each of them, without exception, was of a very high standard.
Unfortunately, due to personal issues, the human entity behind the project needed to cease activities. It was understandable; it was comparable to the reason why I stopped writing reviews for almost a year, so I am judiciously understanding.
Sometimes I just crave for some good, honest, straight-forward Rock ‘n’ Roll, you know, the energetic, uncompromising neck-muscles-injuring stuff. Only very rarely I get aroused by new (or older) Hard Rock pur sang, yet once in a while a band can draw my attention with passion, pain and pleasure (oops, that rather sounds Emo / Goth / Ero). Anyway, here comes a swift, short, yet indispensable (haha) resume about a new yet savory new recording…
(the first paragraph is nothing else but a copy of the first review I did for this U.T.R.Y.N.-series, and the following ones are slightly adapted versions; yet then again: no remorse, no shame, just laziness)
