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«Pieces of Heaven, a glimpse of Hell»
Saturday, 18.02.2012, 20:20
oh what a night...
Hellsongs (SWE)
Beware, you metalheads, fans of Slayer, Anthrax, Metallica, Blue Oyster Cult, Iron Maiden, Alice in Chains and Sepultura: The race for faster and faster and harder and harder metal mastery is over, you speed and power freaks.
It's slooow and easy now, excruciatingly and hellishly slow. And beautiful at that.
Introducing Hellsongs. You'll know what we mean when you hear their versions of one of Iron Maiden's or AC/DC's classics. «Why go on with this arms race-like race of fasterharderfaster?», Kalle Karlson and his bandmates from Goteburg asked themselves and you, when metal could be slower, softer and slower?
Still, they're a metal band, coming at you in full force down from Sweden, like a runaway train plowing off into the icy tundra.
They're a terror to hear live; their adaptation and incorporation of this different approach, combined with demanding lyrics, lets their songs float and will lift you up along with them into dimensions unheard of in metal, until now.
Check out their discography: Their debut «Hymns in The Keys of 666» and the EP «Pieces of Heaven, a glimpse of Hell» and the 2010 «Minor Misdemanours» was followed by the unusual and ground breaking live «Long Live Lounge», supported by the Goteburg Symphony Orchestra. There you have it: Lounge Metal was born.
«Working with strings was a revelation. Imagine, you just mention a few ingredients to your favorite four star chef in your hometown and back comes a an unexpected and delicious result. In our case, the chef was a musician/conductor/composer; basically, we let our songs clash with a first rate talent; we just gave the guys on strings behind us four beats upfront, and bingo, we were fed back and became engulfed and carried by a sonic blizzard.»
It's been said that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Never mind; your good intention for this hellishheavenly slow metal night on the last island left should be to fly in like bats. Into Hellsong's hell.

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