That’s not to say that Under Pale Moon quite lives up to the peaks of its forebears. It’s almost as if I put my desire for more flamboyant keys in black metal on a Vision Board and sent it out into the Universe, and the Universe granted my wish with Ringarë. In which case I can only hope that Under Pale Moon is a sign of a shifting tide, because I have been sitting around craving that good old ’96 synth atmosphere for the better part of the last year. Now we welcome the most liberal abuse of synths in our black metal because black metal has been too serious and too pure and too synthless for far too long. Now, with nostalgia gnawing on our heels like the rabid hounds of nostalgia, not so much. In ’96, it was definitely possible for a band of this ilk to overdo it on the synths. Did that sentence give you chills? No? What the fuck were you listening to in ’96 - Chumbawamba? Anyway, Under Pale Moon‘s inexplicable omission of definite or indefinite articles is balanced out by a very explicable and amazing atmosphere, which is created by the keyboards. Somewhere between the dark castles of Dimmu Borgir‘s Stormblåst, the mists of …and Oceans‘ Dynamic Gallery of Thoughts, and the ancient lore of Emperor’s Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk lies Ringarë’s debut record, Under Pale Moon. Chaos Moon is relevant to Skáphe, and Skáphe rules, but Skáphe is not even remotely related to the traffic of old school symphonic black metal (OSSBM), so you decide, I guess. Is this bit of information relevant? I don’t know. If any sense is to be made of the promotional material, Ringarë contains former members of Chaos Moon. The band with that name that I don’t know quite how to pronounce is one of those old projects (2004) that, for unspecified reasons, never saw the light of day. What am I supposed to be writing about? Oh yeah, Ringarë. Even Emperor was doing it - and Emperor is seriously righteously inarguably eternally tr00 black fvcking metal, okay? (Or at least they were back in ’96(66(<-see what I did there?)). In 1996, black metal of the symphonic persuasion was not yet a joke. Why was 1996 a better time? If I were to list the reasons, I would never run out of them, and you’d be reading forever. Is it Throwback Thursday yet? Why do I ask? Because today we’re going back to a better time perhaps the best of times: 199fucking6.
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