THY CATAFALQUE

[Gumiak]

Gruby stuff.

[Block69]

Taki se ten numer po pierwszym odsłuchu. Więcej nie odpalam, gdyż Tamás nie zawodzi i słabej płyty nigdy nie nagrał, a "Vadak" ustawił poprzeczkę bardzo wysoko. Zeszłoroczna koncertówka "Mezolit - Live at Fekete Zaj" też jest rewelacyjna.

[r o b e r t]

Bedzie dobrze , zatem czekam .

[Gumiak]

Lelegancko, kolejny ciężki wałek, oba mi wyjątkowo siedzą.

[Block69]

Our next album is coming on November 20 via Season of Mist. This is going to happen almost exactly 2 years after the previous record. The title is XIII: Sárga erdő, meaning Yellow Forest in English.

XIII: Sárga erdő is Thy Catafalque's thirteenth album, and unlike its predecessors it carries no single narrative thread—the twelve tracks move instead through what plays like a wandering across old ground, touching on loss, distance, memory and disappearance without ever settling on one story. The record marks a real shift in how it's built: this is the first time Thy Catafalque has used a live drummer rather than programmed rhythm, and while the cast is enormous—thirty-four musicians plus a twenty-voice male choir—the folk and classical textures that once flooded every corner of a song (piano, strings, brass, reed, sitar, kamancheh, zither) are used here with real discipline, brought in only when a track calls for them. The result sits closer to the bone than the maximalism of the last record, heavier in restraint than in volume, and it still finds room for a fictitious folk song built for a vanished people on the Volga, an incineration metaphor turned into the album's heaviest cut, and an opener that reads like a farewell letter. Gábor Vári returns behind the desk for a second record running, keeping the production language consistent even as the arrangements pull back.



Kto miał słyszeć ten pewnie już słyszał.
Jest bardzo dobrze.

[Block69]

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