Friday, April 8, 2011

The garden sighs, the flowers die

While my haircut says otherwise, I still fucking love overblown metal. One such band that I haven't really spoken about much is the band Opeth. Despised by some as being overly pompous, loved by others for having a Frank Zappa like eclectic-ness (is that a word?) they sure as hell don't fence sit.

If you're into the clean/death vocal dynamic, then Opeth is pretty much your go to band. Seeing them live can be an interesting experience. Stuck with a song you don't like, you have at least ten minutes to sit through. Get a favourite though, and you will be sucked away to an almost timeless place, where sweet riffage and folk imagery is all that counts.

Sure, maybe this sounds like classic metalhead fare (whoaa dude, heavvyyyyy) but, you know what, fuck ya.