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Finntroll, Studio Seven,
Review by
S J "Bonehand" Holetz
It
was Metal Night once again this week, as I headed out
to catch the mighty Finntroll who, touring
in support of latest release Ur Jorden’s Djup,
were making their first-ever Seattle appearance. As I
stood
in the cutting wind awaiting the opening of Studio
Seven’s doors, my eyes turned to the roiling grey sky
above, and suddenly, the ground cracked open behind
me, the earth belching forth the sulphurous black
breath of Trolls on the hunt.
Or
maybe that was just the dumpster I was standing in
front of. Either way, the doors soon opened
and I escaped the chill to catch the first of four
local acts who would precede the headliner on this
night.
First
up was Evangelist
from Seattle, the band’s five members
laying down a brand of old school
thrashy death not unlike Under the Blade era Defleshed, a
style I dig completely. Fat, crunchy twin guitar
riffage and solid songwriting served the band well, as
vocalist Bobby did his best to galvanise the lukewarm
early crowd. I look forward to catching this act in
the future.
Evangelist
was followed by Seattle
death-metal four-piece I Rot,
guitarist Zach and bassist
out a sound crunchingly Haunted. I wasn't taken with their
first few numbers, the riffs sounding muddy
and generic, but the band won me over by sets-end,
largely due to sheer balls-out
effort, and the
self-deprecating style of vocalist BJ:
“Go
to our myspace page. You can learn about us and shit.
And buy our cd Kill
Everything.
Which we don’t have here. Because we're lame”
(shrugs)”
The
band closed out strong behind neck-snappers “Whoregun
Grinder” and “Kill Everything”, tripling
the mosh pit in no time flat. Definitely worth a
second listen.
Tacoma’s As Dead As O-Ren
hit the stage next with their tech-metal offering.
Guitarist "The Violator"’s
frantic fingertapping intertwining seamlessly with the
impressively complex rhythms of drummer Bobby,
as vocalist “Sunshine the Werewolf” did his best
impression of a connecting modem. Despite the notable
musicianship and attempted brutality, the band’s songs
carried no weight, either emotional or physical.
Some of this may be due to
a
lack of a bassist, a case of tendonitis leaving
one Cornelius Von Thunderclap
ample free time to repeatedly bodycheck me in the back
from the sparse pit as I attempted to assess his
band.
My
verdict: Loads of potential, but songwriting-wise, a
little mas carne’ sonico is
needed underneath those
gleaming technical exoskeletons.
After
O-Ren, I found
myself aching for some actual showmanship,
and Battle Ground’s Ceremonial Castings
did not dissappoint, as the mightily bristling Lord
Serpent was giving lessons in that shit. The band hit
the stage
amidst a cloud of dry ice and sickly red light,
brandishing their ensorcelled weaponry and banging
their battleaxes
on the boards. Then the room exploded with a blackened
hellblast that wasted no time in knocking me back into
the
proper headspace for the forthcoming carnage. Thanks
fellas, I needed that. Lord Serpent soon had the room
under his sway, his buzzsaw guitar in unholy alliance
with the sinister symphonic stylings of keyboardist
Old Nick
and the blasphemous beats of the bludgeoning
Bloodhammer. Memorable incantations included “Into the
Black
Forest of Witchery” and a scorching “Come Forth
…Damnation.” Unfortunately, their evil had faded into
the night
before I got back to the merch table, but I will be
picking up some of this band’s recorded mayhem
directly.
Lord
Serpent
of Ceremonial Castings. photo S J Holetz,
2007 Bloodhammer of
Ceremonial Castings. photo S J Holetz, 2007
At
last, as the house lights dimmed to the opening
strains of the latest album’s intro “Gryning”, the
kilted
and warpainted headliners took the stage. Finntroll
then tore into opening number “Sång” kicking off a generous
21 tune set that was packed with favorites, but still
somehow felt too short. For the uninitiated, Finntroll’s
music is a unique cross of black metal and Finnish
“humppa” folk music, with lyrics ripped from finnish
legend
and sporting a trollish point of view. As the name
connotes, the band hails from
because, as the story has it, “Swedish just sounds
damn trollish.” The resulting music can be compared to
death metal Danny Elfman: brutally heavy yet nimble
and joyous, that is if rollicking tales of trolls
feasting
on human flesh is your idea of joyous…heh heh
heh.
Racing
through raucous versions of “Fiskarens Fiende”,
“Jakten’s Tid”, and personal fave “Kitteldags”
(“You know what we do with Priests? WE EAT
THEM!”), guitarists
Skrymer and Routa and touring keyboardist
Virta propelled the melody while the complex “hummpa”
rhythms were locked in tight by bassist Tundra and
drummer Beast Dominator. By the time the band hit an
awesome "Trollhammeren", the floor was stomping and
fistpumping in trollish glee. From that point FRAM!,
vocalist Vreth owned the crowd, exhorting them in
riotous
call and response.
The band
continued their procession of epics with the crushing
tribute to a mighty Goblin
King in “Aldhissla” before culminating the set in a
fantastic version of the bizarre country/metal hybrid
“En
Mäktig Här” and a
devastating “Det Iskalla Trollblood”. A quick
breather for a few thunderous chants
of FINN! TROLL! FINN! TROLL!, and the band was back for
brief yet satisfying two song encore, before the
trolls escaped into the night, leaving the crowd
grinning and exhausted. In closing, an excellent show,
I eagerly await Finntroll’s
next
annihilation of
so don’t dick around or you’ll miss your chance to catch
this incredible band live.
Finntroll setlist
Gryning (intro)
Sång
Korpen's Saga
Fiskarens Fiende
Jatkens Tid
Nattfödd
Ormhäxan
Kitteldags
Eliytres
Blodnatt
Nedgång
Vindafard-Manniskopesten
Trollhammaren
Slaget Vid Blodsälv
Aldhissla
Urswamp
Svartberg
En Mäktig Här
Det Iskalla Trollblod
Encore:
Försvinn Du Som Lyser
Segersång