Il gruppo di ragazzi che corrispondono a nomi quali Mikael Akerfeldt (chitarra e voce), Peter Lindgren (chitarra), Martin Lopez (batteria) e Martin Mendez (basso) formano gli Opeth.
Dalla nascita il gruppo si dedica ad un black metal che però non rientri nei canoni tipici della scena e da qui nasce il loro black metal che io definirei “malinconico”.
Infarcito di clean vocals e di momenti al confine con il jazz lo stile degli Opeth è ormai diventato un marchio di fabbrica per il gruppo che con il disco Blackwater Park firma a mio parere il miglior capitolo della sua discografia.
Assistiti da quel genio di Steven Wilson (Porcupine Tree), per quanto riguarda la produzione, gli Opeth sfornano un disco quasi perfetto che ci porta in questo oscuro parco che sembra popolato di presenze sfuggenti, malinconiche appunto, ma anche cariche di rabbia e di dolore.
È questo ciò che pare dicano le parole scritte e cantate da Mikael accompagnato dai suoi amici che tessono melodie oscure e creano atmosfere sulfuree quasi come se in una foresta potessero solo penetrare alcuni flebili raggi di luce a portare un po’ di tranquillità in un posto tormentato dal dolore e dalla sofferenza.

Consigliatissimo per coloro che amano una genere di musica “progressiva” molto ben suonata e carica di sentimenti oltre che tecnicismi e esibizionismi.

Elenco tracce testi samples e video

01   The Leper Affinity (10:23)

We entered Winter once again
Naked, freezing from my breath
Neath the lid all limbs tucked away
This coffin is your abode from now and onwards

Your body is mine to avail
Such a tragic sight you are
Slave under my creed
Spurring me with those tears

I am beyond death
Midst a dreaming affinity
Saving strength now, faint whispers
Come erotic communion in its splendour

Fever mirrored ghosts
Night time consolation, cross the line
Draw murder into art
Sleep inside through days

In the wake of this relief
Shivering, longing for more
Insanity at its peak
Love me to my death

Lost are days of Spring
You sighted and let me in
Keep the beast inside
Shackled within my hide
Screaming out too late
Losing to my hate

Grew together with your skin
And paced the trails of sin
Your gaze covered with virgin snow
Rigid features
It's the shallow deeds who is to blame
Deafening shrieks pierced the night

A step from oblivion
Moving into the dim lights
Hiding within a reverie
It was worth it for the wait alone

Your body is mine to avail
Such a tragic sight you are
Slave under my creed
Spurring me with those tears

02   Bleak (09:15)

Beating
Heart still beating for the cause
Feeding
Soul still feeding on the loss
Aching
Limbs are aching from the rush
Fading
You are fading from my sight

Break of morning, coldness lingers on
Shroud me into nightmares of the sun

Moving
I am moving closer to your side
Luring
You are luring me into the night
Crying
Who is crying for you here
Dying
I am dying fast inside your tears

Plunging towards bereavement faster yet
Clearing thoughts, my mind is set

Devious movements in your eyes
Moved me from relief
Breath comes out white clouds with your lies
And filters through me

You’re close to the final word
You’re staring right past me in dismay
A liquid seeps from your chest
And drains me away

Mist ripples round your thin white neck
And draws me a line
Cold fingers mark this dying wreck
This moment is mine

Help me cure you
Atone for all you’ve done
Help me leave you
As all the days are gone

Night falls again
Taking what’s left of me

Slight twist, shivering corpse
Ornated with water, fills the cracks
Clasped in my limbs by tradition
This is all you need

03   Harvest (06:01)

Stay with me awhile
Rise above the vile
Lay my final rest
Poured into my chest

Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
Halo of death, all I see is departure
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr

Pledge yourself to me
Never leave me be
Sweat breaks on my brow
Given time ends now

Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
Halo of death, all I see is departure
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr

Spirit painted sin
Embers neath my skin
Veiled in pale embrace
Reached and touched my face

Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
(Release your grip, let me go, into the night)
Halo of death, All I see is departure
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr

04   The Drapery Falls (10:53)

Please remedy my confusion
And thrust me back to the day
The silence of your seclusion
Brings night into all you say

Pull me down again
And guide me into pain

I'm counting nocturnal hours
Drowned visions in haunted sleep
Faint flickering of your powers
Leaks out to show what you keep

Pull me down again
And guide me into

There is failure inside
This test I can't persist
Kept back by the enigma
No criterias demanded here
Deadly patterns made my wreath
Prosperous in your ways
Pale ghost in the corner
Pouring a caress on your shoulder

Puzzled by shrewd innocence
Runs a thick tide beneath
Ushered into inner graves
Nails bleeding from the struggle
It is the end for the weak at heart
Always the same
A lullaby for the ones who've lost all
Reeling inside
My gleaming eye in your necklace reflects
Stare of primal regrets
You turn your back and you walk away
Never again

Spiralling to the ground below
Like Autumn leaves left in the wake to fade
away
Waking up to your sound again
And lapse into the ways of misery

05   Dirge for November (07:53)

Lost, Here is nowhere
Searching home still
Turning past me, all are gone
Time is now
The omen showed, Took me away
Preparations are done, This can't last
The mere reflection brought disgust
No ordeal to conquer, This firm slit
It sheds upon the floor, Dripping into a pool
Grant me sleep, Take me under
Like the wings of a dove, Folding around
I fade into this tender care

06   The Funeral Portrait (08:44)

You wait by the window
Morning's breath on the sill
Idle hands given another try
So you wait and you savour the moment
Outside the canvas turned white
Ruby eyes in the fog
Rain washing clean all the sins
A liquid gown that covers all
Your loathe turns endless
Opened mirage soothes your sense
Locked on the pinnacle
The best secret within
Like a derelict child
Heart burning for a stranger
Ascending to the meek
Flock round the liars in awe
Caked in the soil beneath
Fear me when we meet
Turn away in admiration
My firm grip round the nucleus of joy
Enough of this
You will leave me now
You will see it now
Perish at my hands
Close to you
Tangled up in hair
Fresh stigma look
Shall I take you with me
And it is cold
Ruby eyes in the fog
It is me
And you are just like them all
Stained by the names of fathers
I'm greeting my downward fall
Leaving the throes to others

07   Patterns in the Ivy (01:52)

[Instrumental]

08   Blackwater Park (12:08)

Confessor of the tragedies in man
Lurking in the core of us all
The last dying call for the everlost
Brief encounters, bleeding pain

Lepers coiled neath the trees
Dying men in bewildered soliloquys
Perversions bloom round the bend
Seekers, lost in their quest
Ghosts of friends frolic
under the waning moon

It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease

Infecting the roots in an instant
Burning crop of disease
I am just a spectator
An advocate documenting the loss
Fluttering with conceit
This doesn't concern me yet
Still far from the knell
Taunting their bereavement

Mod round the dead
Point fingers at the details
Probing vomits for more
Caught in unbridled suspense

We have all lost it now
Catching the flakes of dismay
Born the travesty of man
Regular pulse midst pandemonium
You're plucked to the mass
Parched with thirst for the wicked
Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
The sun sets forever over Blackwater park

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Altre recensioni

Di  wwwhatemoornet

 Sono due anni che cerco di capire se questo cd è un capolavoro o una semplice scopiazzatura, e non ci sono ancora riuscito.

 I brani diventano ancora più lunghi, più psichedelici, più dilatati e forse anche più belli ma di sicuro meno originali.


Di  OzzyRotten

 "Blackwater Park come titolo rende magnificamente tutta l'atmosfera che pervade il disco."

 "Una dolce tortura che richiede la passione crescente per le cose avvolte nella nebbia dei ricordi e delle disillusioni."


Di  Hellring

 Persi nel loro allucinogeno mondo, gli Opeth nuotano nelle acque nere del death-metal con serietà e creatività.

 La voce di Mikael Akerfeldt passa disinvoltamente dai toni morbidi a growls terrificanti, senza perdere credibilità.