by Jute Gyte

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An indescribable sadness hung over These shifting forms and structures. The hopelessness of passing time And the melancholy Of unalterable past events. Quiet over the hilltops now, Woodland birdsong ceased. Alone beneath the sky I stand again. Wait, weary one: Soon, like these, We may also cease.
Age, And separation, And cold. When winter comes Where shall I find The shadows of the earth? The walls stand speechless and cold. In the wind The weather-vanes rattle.
The painful discrepancy Between the ideal and the real. The melancholic nostalgia of Brahms. A wind upon the open fields Like a burnt offering. The banished one listens In his night-dark lair To the songs of the ancient ones. An old, old fable haunts me, And will not let me rest.
Isolation 07:27
The cry essaying the waters; The autumn gale that bites the vine And announces the new wine. In the forest I dreamed of One hundred blossoming roses. A scent of sunshine Shields what is yet to unfold.
The irreality of the past, Its nonexistence; Obscured by reverberations in all directions Calling from across the rotting sea From an endless desert where nothing can grow. Smothered by what, in the mind, has grown so powerful and unbearable. Something so long dead.
A plague of nostalgia for a fictive past, Not merely dead, never born, is the most desperate form of escapism. Accident of birth, the pride of the insipid. Blood still runs, rose-tinted, Spilling on the red rock In starvation and waste In fanfares and marches and broad arching melody. Wastelands ruled by ruined kings. Curses never lifted.


The first track takes its title from György Ligeti's description of a childhood dream. As with Young Eagle I had difficulties with this middle album, which is stylistically all over the map: the opening track is one of the most diatonic, accessible things I've ever released; “Age, Seperation, and Cold” has probably the longest uninterrupted stretches of blasting I've ever written; the title track is a long ambient synth piece; “The Cry Essaying the Waters” has a big power chord riff that I may as well admit is a knockoff of Type O Negative's “Blood and Fire”; “The Irreality of the Past” is dodecaphonic.

"This is precisely the direction underground black metal in the States needs to take: textured, creative and intelligent without shunning the conventions that were originally conceived overseas by the genre forebears....It's time to start talking about this project with the same reverence once given to US underground mavens like Xasthur and Leviathan." - From the Dust Returned


released May 1, 2012

Created July 2010 - September 2010
VI is based on the series 0,1,9,4,5,T,2,3,8,6,7,E


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