Kald Vind Blåser Bak by Verd Foraktelige isn’t your typical black metal album—it’s raw, unfiltered, and hits like a punch to the gut. Released in 2009 outta Ukraine (yeah, you heard that right—Ukraine!), this record feels like it was forged in some frostbitten wasteland where hope goes to die. And honestly? That’s exactly what makes it so damn unforgettable.
Let’s talk tracks for a sec. First up, “Enslaved.” Oh man, this one grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. The riffs are jagged, almost feral, but there’s this weird sense of desperation underneath it all. Like, you can practically feel the weight of chains dragging behind every note. It’s not just music—it’s an experience. You’re not listening; you’re surviving. I remember blasting this late at night with my headphones on, and holy crap, it felt like the walls were closing in. In a good way though. If that makes sense.
Then there’s “Forgotten Throne,” which is… well, haunting as hell. This track has these long, drawn-out moments where the guitars sound like they’re weeping, y’know? There’s this eerie atmosphere that hangs over everything, kinda like when you walk into an old abandoned building and swear you hear whispers. By the time the vocals kick in—a mix of shrieks and growls—it’s already too late. You’re hooked. Or cursed. Maybe both.
What gets me about this album is how real it feels. No fancy production tricks or shiny labels backing it—just pure, ugly emotion poured straight from the soul onto tape. It’s messy, sure, but isn’t that what art’s supposed to be? Not perfect, just honest.
So yeah, Kald Vind Blåser Bak might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but if you’re into black metal—or even if you’re just curious—it’s worth a spin. Just don’t say I didn’t warn ya. Listening to this album feels like stepping into a storm you’ll never fully escape. But hey, maybe that’s the point. Life’s chaos anyway, right?
Oh, random thought: Why does Ukraine keep crushing it with underground metal? Seriously, someone needs to write a book about that.
