Artist..: Yellow Eyes

Album...: Master's Murmur

Genre...: Black Metal                | Label...: Sibir Records
Year....: 2023                       | Cat.No..:

R.date..: 2023-10-29                 | S.date..: 2023-10-27

Source..: WEB (16bit)                | Encoder.: libFLAC
Bitrate.: 817 kbps avg.              | F.Rate..: 44.1kHz

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Disc 1 / 1

01. Old Acclivity Dream                                             2:24
02. Master's Murmur                                                 5:21
03. Winter is Looking                                               6:05
04. Irrlicht                                                        2:25
05. When Jackie's Lamps Have Showed                                 3:47
06. The Ritual is Gone                                              3:48
07. Gold Door to Blindness                                          3:03
08. Tremble Blue Morning                                            4:19
09. Garden Trick                                                    1:33

(206.67MB) 00:32:45

After nearly five years of silence, Yellow Eyes present Master’s Murmur,
the first of two complementary releases conjoined in spirit, a surreal,
sinister industrial folk prelude to an upcoming full-band LP (2024).

Largely devoid of traditional black metal instrumentation, and— though all
members of the band contributed together in an intense, spontaneous
month-long session— setting aside the obliterative maximalist group
dynamics that have suffused every Yellow Eyes release to date, Master’s
Murmur is a bold experiment, defiantly laying bare the hallucinatory
mechanics of their songwriting in medieval sparseness and finding new
avenues of bleak power in restraint and austerity.

At its heart, Master’s Murmur is deceptively lush—deceit, the guiding
lantern of the weary traveler—expounding on the bounty and dissonance of
careening Yellow Eyes melodies with an eerie, tactile warmth reminiscent
of Dead Can Dance or Coil, laden with inventive contrasts and adorned with
symphonic dungeon synth, bells, rippling curtains of heavy distortion, the
bucolic sheen of 12-string guitar, and the gurgling of pastoral field
recordings.

As seen in the delusional arc of their previous full-length, Rare Field
Ceiling, or the bitter ether of Immersion Trench Reverie, Yellow Eyes rise
again as a cryptic trick of the light; a dark figure in the shade,
laughing; a dawning sense of having been damned and left behind.

What’s above will always fall,
What’s below will rise again.
All the rest is cruel and coiled.
Suspension is the king of men.

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