The
dark German folk-pop band, Die Natalis, return with their new vinyl album,
"The Bright and the Pure".
The dirge, that deep breath of life uncoils a dark spiral enveloping percussion
and pipe with the introduction to the album, presented in three distinct
instrumental parts. From medieval exploration, the second part of the
introduction instills a classical grandeur of medieval fashion tweaked
with orientalism, much like the Knights Templar in the Middle East, or
more accurately a movie therof such is the music before it finally seals
itself in the third part in pricks of xylophone drifting on banks of organ
and muted choir. ‘The Seventh Seal’ brings familiar muted
strums of acoustic guitars punctuated with ascending and descending arpeggios
from organ synth over which lilting male voice is buoyed by the grouped
and haunting female sighs. It is the last track of the first side that
steeps itself in melancholy, groaning organs are barely able to raise
heavy heads on the prompt of deep drum before finger-picked guitar laments
ease the weight the synths bear. The ballad is launched in three voices
that parallel each other in lyrics until the tension of the music subtlety
shifts into chorus where each voice breaks into beautiful soliloquy before
returning in unison to cycle the song’s progression.
The second side continues the trend of sad and dark folk strains with
a female solo sung in French initially to the backing of solo flute until
patters of finger-picked acoustic guitar and female backing singer evoke
a direful passage when background samples of medieval battle, the clash
of weapons, war cries, and screams of death accompany the music. Breaking
the doleful exposition is the transition to ‘The Upward Spiral’,
a rather upbeat guitar and vocal ballad, which while not in thematic musical
accompaniment to the previous tracks serves as welcome rest without too
much happiness. Ending the album is the tripartite instrumental outro
that begins in unfamiliar emotional territory, as if awaking from a dream
to a world where history is visible in the scenes that have left their
mark on the land about the waker. Pizzicato strings wink as stars on the
belly of the sky before launching an orchestral climax that tears away
the veneer of dream to reveal darker and more vivid visions.
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