Welcome back to Mid-Month Metal Masterpiece, where I discuss a different classic Thrash, Death, Black or just plain “Heavy” metal album on the 15th of each month. Of course, I’m an old school fellow, so don’t expect to see a lot of stuff post-1996 or so. Each installment will be accompanied by several short sound clips illustrating important sections of the album. Anyway, it was either this or a new Daily Metal Reviews section. Consider yourselves lucky I chose the path of moderation.
This month I’ll discuss Immortal’s 1992 debut full length, Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism.
I’ll admit, Pure Holocaust is my all time favorite Immortal album, but goddamned if I’m not blown away every time I bust out their debut for a listen too! And, because it doesn’t get near the amount of press that their more famous sophomore album does I figured I’d go ahead and feature it today!
Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism is kind of like the Reign in Blood of black metal. That is, if Reign in Blood had been recorded in a wind tunnel and consisted of 6 variations on the same song. Still, at just over 30 minutes, Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism manages to pack quite a classic black metal punch without ever overstaying its welcome. After an appropriately frostbitten intro of wind and acoustic guitars things start off with a bang with the fast and furious “Call of the Wintermoon”:
Unlike a lot of early black metal (Gorgoroth excepted), Immortal is actually kind of metal. When the double bass comes in I even almost feel like headbanging right along with good old Armagedda’s struggling feet.
The vocals are about as classic black metal as they get: completely shredded and all around ear piercingly ugly. You can even play a fun drinking game with the album, everyone has to take a drink every time Abbath Doom Occulta says “wow”:
Um…take three drinks!
Ok, I’m pretty sure that one is a “finish your drink” situation.
There is a lot of mid-paced work on the album like this clip from “Unholy Forces of Evil”:
(drink!) Riffs like that really have a driving catchiness to them that keeps the listener headbanging right along with them.
Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism was from a simpler time, a time when Immortal really were the first ones making music like the following clip from “Blacker than Darkness,” and I really think their originality shines through the legion of imitators that came in their wake:
Part of the charm of the album is the undeniably epic atmosphere. Acoustic guitar interludes are sprinkled throughout the album like this clip from “Cryptic Winterstorms”:
Don’t forget, like I always say on MMMM, “acoustic guitar sounds buried in the mix” is one of the hallmarks of great black metal!
However, unlike most other great black metal, Immortal wasn’t afraid of busting out a solo or few, like this clip from the same song:
Finally, the album ends with the nine minute epic “A Perfect Vision of the Rising Northland.” It is here that the blueprint for all black metal to come is complete with the addition of the final two pieces of the black metal puzzle: “inaudible spoken words buried in the mix” along with “epic keyboards”:
Did I say the puzzle was complete? Well, I can’t let you go without mentioning Immortal’s contribution to the art of black metal lyric writing! Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism’s lyrics (as the album title suggests) are that adorable mix of Satan, broken English and D&D. Of course, there is an old joke in metal circles that goes “The eskimos have 23 words for snow. Immortal have 24.” Thus, Immortal’s lyrics also always made sure to add a frosty slant to their paeans to the Goatthrone of Desire™:
Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost
Mountains of ice rises above a dead and frozen ground
The ravens returns to the hills
And the Millenium black bells of eternal frost
Chaim through the Northern lightning
Upon the mountainside I stand
The floods of black runs below
Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss
Eyestaken mountains still breathes
At one with the poisoned ground
Midnight darksky open up
A blast of red lightning rides the night
With doom winds death angels fly
Across a nearly closed skyline
And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds
Centuries of doom reigned by the Goatthrone of desire
Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky
North black hordes storms
Through invincible cyclones of frostwinds
I lift my hands
And join the ceremonial circle of one wind
Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night
This winter is forever
A wind of red I rode
A wind of evil cold
For the years that have passed in the North
Brought me visions of the Goatthrone of desire
On the hillside where I stood left for another world
Tragedies blows at horizon
The sun freezes to dust
A perfect vision of the rising Northland
This is one of my favorite things about black metal. That the kind of dorks that would write lyrics like that actually take them seriously. I mean, after all, the guys who made the following “most brutal music video ever” must have been serious right?: