Minenwerfer - Alpenpässe (2019) [Full Album]

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00:00 - 1. - Der Blutharsch
17:09 - 2. - Dragging the Dead Through Mountain Passes
24:21 - 3. - Cloaked in Silence
37:16 - 4. - Kaiserjägerlied
46:37 - 5. - Tiroler Edelweiss
51:12 - 6. - Withered Tombs
59:20 - 7. - MG 08/15
Copyright © Minenwerfer
Copyright © Osmose Productions
@osmoseproductions-official
Recorded and produced between Sept 2018 to May 2019 at Earthtone Studios.
The cover art is based off a World War I-era photograph taken by an unknown photographer from the German Empire's 10th Army (Armeeoberkommando 10) in 1916. It features an Austrian sniper on slope of the Gisnitz, a peak in the Karnische Alpen range.
Since their formation in 2007, MINENWERFER have pursued a proud 'n' pure vision of black metal idiosyncratically focused on World War I - idiosyncratic, in the sense that the band hail from America but mostly sing in German. What has resulted is a startlingly accomplished canon that has quietly built itself into prolific proportions, with their first album arriving in 2010, followed by albums in 2012 and 2019, and a slew of split releases and EPs in the interim.
That third album, Alpenpässe, is arguably MINENWERFER’s grandest work yet. While seven years separated it from its full-length predecessor, Nihilistischen, the payoff was well worth it: its six songs in nearly an hour are towers of incomparable might. Everything here is free and flowing, with the bountifully rising/falling melodies pulling at the listener's heartstrings and casting an ominous (and eminently playable) spell that simply needs to be experienced to be believed. This is MINENWERFER at their most powerful and poignant.
Re-released December 31, 2021
osmoseproductions.bandcamp.com/album/alpenp-sse
"An unmatched beauty to behold"
Copyright © InzaGottGehenna, 28.12.22
Songs like "Der Blutharsch", "Cloaked in Silence" and "Kaiserjägerleid" replicate both of that feelings: with heavy parts, with strong sounds, simulating the shootings and charges, with many soldiers dying at the exit of their dirty and wet shelters, and serene parts, remembering the calm after the storm, when the enemies retreat and go back to their trenches, mourning the death of their brothers who fought alongside them. Der Blutharsch, for example, starts really calm, with a speech. In the background, two guitars: one with a really nice solo and the other with a slow melody. Then, it goes from zero to one hundred instantly, with a brutal and sharp scream. The blast beat punches you in the face and you end crying like a bitch. The lead guitar keeps going with the solo and it turns from a calm solo to a tremolo picking. After going through that intensity, the "calm" returns with a really beautiful melody on the rhythm guitar, the drum doesn't abuse of the hi-hat neither of the snare and we can still hear the lead guitar soloing, but slower than before. The vocalist starts singing and the song finally goes back to the blast beat and tremolo. More solos, of course. Then, the drummer brutally abuses of the double bass... And then, calm after the storm, again, with a guitar without distortion. The bass does his work really fine and the drums are smooth. At the end of that section, we go back to the distorted guitars and the lead one starts with one of the best solos that I ever heard. Seriously,it is mind blowing.At least for me.It gave me goosebumps.And we even have an acoustic guitar in Kaiserjägerleid.
Other songs like "Dragging the Dead Through Mountain Passes", "Withered Tombs" and "Mg 08/15", clearly replicates that feeling of horror that war has always brought to its combatants. The name of the song says it all. With exalted and aggressive sounds, with evil melodies and a fast blast beat, alongside those screams out of Hell, we can feel like the terrified privates during a battle, spectating their comrades die by firearms, or by bayonets, and then looking at their mutilated corpses falling down to the dirt and soiling the ground with their red blood. The lyrics talk exactly about that, about the enemy attacks and the dead soldiers. The intensity doesn't stop and the guitars keep screaming, the drums keep firing like a machine gun and the vocalist keeps... Suffering? But after every battle, there is a moment of peace, and the example of that is "Tiroler Edelweiss". An acoustic guitar with clean vocals and even a flute, I think. I don't know if it's a guitar with distortion and with some filter or an authentic flute. Anyways, the lyrics represent that feeling of nostalgia, that feeling of wanting to go back to a peaceful life.
Overall,this album,is more of an experience than an actual album.It has one of the most appreciated things in music:feeling.The feeling of the music has been lost over time, and the new music is mostly made only with intent to make money,really quick and easy.I strongly recommend listening to this album,with earphones with surround sound,and with the eyes closed for more immersion.It is worth a chance.

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@lviv_subway_radio 28 дней назад

00:00 - 1. - Der Blutharsch Cold, so cold The mountain air, thin and spare The sun obscured By endless winter Winds rush through the valley pass As snow falls upon icy paths From pale white it fades to red With the blood of my comrades From the canyon floor To the tundrous peaks The cannons belch forth Through the many weeks Frozen, starving In fields of ice This barren trench Altar of sacrifice Holding position In oceans of white My hands go numb From the frostbite Man the machinegun Against the next wave Snowblind and shivering Send them to the grave Blood of these men Spills on the land Fruitless offensives From frontline command Perched on the watchtower I see their advance Through deep snow Without a chance Feeding the belt Round after round Another regiment Savagely gunned down The story of war Blood and revenge Just like the winter Will never end Blood And the blood covers the snow Blood And the blood covers the snow The forest, the mountains The valleys of crosses and the blood covers the snow 17:09 - 2. - Dragging the Dead Through Mountain Passes Bodies pile high Mangled by machinegun fire Dying with hands clenched To spines of barbed wire Wade through warm innards A mist of sanguine fog A ditch of fresh remains Consumed by an honourable end Only mud, snow, and guts Come back in a strecher Only identifier A burnt dogtag Dragging the dead Through a mountain pass Blood of forgotten heros Spills down the avalanche Collect unburied dead Counter attack, fortify positions Mined ice caverns Sulphourous dust, noxious fumes Bring forth artillery Creating the craters, exposing infantry Take the summit No retreat, heavy casualties Comrade, mutilated remains Smoke, roaring cannons Iron, shrapnel wounds Frozen, corpses in ice Blood, crystallized Poems, an epitaph Valour, unbridled courage Nation, noble sacrifice Dragging the dead through mountain passes 24:21 - 3. - Cloaked in Silence Alone In Silence I hunt Holding my breath Concealed I am death Eyes of an eagle Searching for prey Through sights of iron Hidden in grey Through forests and fog The smoke and the smog A single shot From your blind spot All becomes quiet Except a cold breeze A hunter in silence Hidden among the trees Nothing but prey in my sights A tracker at night Haunting the cliffs Exploiting weaknesses Encamped in mist Saluting your officers Simplifies my job Take aim with my rifle His life I will rob A mountian of fire I take my revenge Chamber a round And look through the lens My homeland invaded By foreign empires A silent assassin Behind the barbed wire A vanguard sharpshooter With nothing to lose I collect your medals Souvenirs I choose Cloaked in silence A hunter's gaze Cloaked in silence A sniper's last days Cloaked in silence Never a sound Cloaked in silence Welcome to the hunting ground Searching for glory As blood covers the snow The peaks and praries Of my alpine home Searching for glory I hold my breath Through meadows and hilltops The alps are your death

@PolkCountyWIProgressive 13 дней назад

We don’t deserve music this good. Chef’s kiss

@lviv_subway_radio 28 дней назад

37:16 - 4. - Kaiserjägerlied Wir Jäger lassen schallen ein froh gewaltig Lied, und gelten soll es allen zerstreut in Nord und Süd. Im Osten und im Westen, wo uns’re Fahne weht: |: Wir zählen zu den Besten so lang’ die Treu’ besteht! Sieht man uns, so sagt a jeder und alles lauft und rennt: Das sein die Kaiserjäger vom ersten Regiment! Wenn wir hinaus marschieren In’s weite, freie Feld, und stramm dort exerzieren, es jedem wohl gefällt; da schauen uns die Madl’n auch immer gerne zua, |: und jede möcht’ im Still’n Auch so an Jägersbua. Z’nachts gibt’s an feinen Drahrer, mit seiner jeder rennt: Wir sein die Kaiserjäger Vom ersten Regiment! Wenn vor dem Feind’ wir stehen mit mutgeschwellter Brust, muss all’s in Scherben gehen, bei unserer Kampfeslust; es gibt bei uns kein Weichen, wir stehen Mann für Mann, stark wie die deutschen Eichen, die niemand brechen kann. Fällt auch mancher nieder, im Herz die Kugel brennt: Er stirbt als Kaiserjäger Vom ersten Regiment! 46:37 - 5. - Tiroler Edelweiss My home above the clouds Upon the mountainside An unmatched beauty To behold But now the war has come And the wolf is at the door For this land of mine I protect as I swore Tiroler Edelweiss Picked from so high Our enemies will falter and retreat Tiroler Edelweiss Upon the mountainside Pinned to my cap, a symbol of their defeat Dug within the snow With my rifle in hand I wait For the call to charge The frostbitten limbs freeze In the winter's cold breeze I persist, for the flower is on my sleeve When the time has come and all fades to black I know I did All I could For our women, our children and our land I'll pass away Under these grey skies With no shame On this battlefield The edelweiss will grow where I decay 51:12 - 6. - Withered Tombs Within the earth A natural crypt A confined cavern Claustrophobic passageways Sheathed in ice and snow Where flowers cannot grow No air, no light A withered tomb Light from lanterns Illuminate glacial walls The charge is set Imminent mine collapse A forlorn gasp In endless fog The tomb is sealed By frigid stone Excessive pressure Tremendous weight Buried beneath Time and dust Light of day Forever obscured Preserved remains Fossilized in ice 59:20 - 7. - MG 08/15 Eagle eye through the iron sights Shredding the oncoming waves A belt fed massacre, a mechanical devastator Releasing the soul from flesh Mass produced instrument of terror The defining shots ring out An automatic nightmare, a graveyard architect Fired until the barrel melts Mauser rounds pierce the meat Mangled bodies drown in mud The putrid stench of rotting carcasses Roll in with mustard gas winds Trenches flooded with entrails Interment of men in their prime The ravens flock to feast upon The bullet ridden remains Nullachtfünfzehn, a wretched steel inferno Nullachtfünfzehn, sees you come over the top Deployed along the frontline trenches No escape from the storm of steel Through thick smoke, through the barbed wire Seeking the next victim Pull the trigger, release the lock Belch forth the winds of death 2000 meters of endless pain Crippling the infantry morale Nullachtfünfzehn, battlefield supremacy Nullachtfünfzehn, barbarous iron rain Nullachtfünfzehn, a wretched steel inferno Nullachtfünfzehn, sees you come over the top Concealed within the nest Watching their advance Fetch another belt Prepare for the command Nullachtfünfzehn, a wretched steel inferno Nullachtfünfzehn, summoner of oblivion