Yesterday I was in a concert (in my brand new Sear Bliss T-shirt
) of two Norwegian bands, Enslaved and Vreid. We were in a place called Kultiplex. It has a bar in its garden, we could take a seat outside, waiting for the beginning, because the wheather is not so cold yet. I didn’t mention yet, “we” means my husband, my friend (she reads our forum regularly) and me. This is our little but enthusiastic group.
First played Vreid
http://www.vreid.no/ Vreid was formed by the members of an other band named Windir, after the death of its singer. (He was frozen in a snow storm, trying to reach his house) Vreid played a cover from Windir, I liked it the most of all of the other songs (their own ones).
The singer reminded me an evil spirit
He has long straight black hair and I could see only his eyes in his hair… No corpsepaint, he was scary enough without it
The music seemed a mixture to me: heavy metalish guitar, “military” drumming, black metal… When the concert started, I thought I would never like their music. But later I began to enjoy it. A very brutal music indeed, that was what I needed at the moment
You know, when I‘m working, I must be very kind to everyone, I must show my “light side”. I really need to live for my dark side, too
The concert of Enslaved
http://www.enslaved.no/ was amazing! They play progressive Viking black music. Some parts of their music was so progressive that I almost fell asleep… There were two songs which inspired me a lot: “Ruun” and “Return to Yggdrasil” (very much Therion-related). Long, meditative songs, with my favourite Eastern rhythms and I felt that the meaning of the songs is worth a future study
While they was playing, in a big screen we could see some videos, not videos for the songs but some kind of video-feelings: fire, a sea of flames, eye moving rapidly (practically an R. E. M. with eyes open), runes, whirlpool, an image of Jesus appearing and vanishing, wood-cutting, a girl with long wavy hair continuously disassembling and putting together a bouquet of paper flowers… it matched very well the music, and made it more impressive.
The artists were feeling great, everybody could see and feel (and hear) that. At the end the guys from Enslaved were shaking hands with the people of the first row, and they donated an original bottle of water to my husband, who was the more enthusiastic of all
