I figured it's high time that I reviewed this, as it's been my tape of choice (along
with The Haunted on side B) for biking for some time now. As can probably be told
from the previous reviews, Opeth are one of my favorite bands, fusing progressive
passages with real heaviness, muscular drumming and Mike Åkerfeldt's killer vox. Here
we come to a turning point. I seem to smell a pattern with creative bands. They
release a sensational album which revitalizes the scene, then they either break up, or
follow their opus magnus with a semi-mundane offering. I won't name names, but I have
been so disappointed in the last year that I was wondering if all the bright
lights in metal were fading. Several big changes in the Opeth camp had me a little
worried as well. Half of what made Opeth was gone. Dan Swanö would no longer
be producing. Yikes. A slight sigh of relief when I found out Fredrik Nordstrom (In
Flames, At the Gates) would have a hand in this, but then Opeth were also moving
from Candlelight to Century Media. Yup, things could be grim. With anticipation I
chucked this into my player and crossed my fingers... A sigh of relief could be
heard outer-island as I just listened, and listened, and listened again to the brilliance
which is Opeth. Martin Lopez (ex Amon Amarth is an
excellent replacement, and Åkerfeldt's bass work is comprable to the past, but all
this would be for naught if the dynamics were grown, and thankfully the songwriting
abilities have done nothing but gone stronger over time. Biggest changes are the
production, which is much meatier than the first two, Lopez' funkified approach to
metal drumming, and Åkerfeldt's heightened confidence on his clean vocal parts.
Songs are also shorter, although this change is not as apparent as others. If
anything, the whole band is more refined, able to direct their ideas into a tighly
cohesive attack. It's this coupled with the emotive power thrown into the mix
which just beckons for repeated listens. Lyrically, this is a concept album
based on a fictional ghost story penned by Åkerfedlt (at least as I
understand it!). In short, Opeth are masters, and My Arms, your
Hearse may just be their best work yet, which is saying a lot. A must have.
10 out of 10
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