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### Drudkh: Blood in our wells

#### 28/06/10 || The Duff

Note by The Lord: Welcome to The Long Sentences World Championships. Take a deep breath, you will need it…

Drudkh. The name itself should instill fear within the hearts of your men, women and children. Druuuuuuu-d-khe. (Note by The Lord: You ready? Here we go…) Their first two albums (forgive me for I have not gotten around to absorbing the third) were fairly alike meandering masterpieces that sonically illustrated long walks through the trees and all the negative emotions associated with the human condition, specifically those that arise during time spent split up from your girlfriend and the aforementioned walks through the trees with no longer a hand to hold or a breast to grope using the sky-larks flying above to cunningly distract her attention, and I quote from the debut album’s booklet: “sadness; bitterness; pain; despair; loss; agony; solitude; betrayal; melancholy; sorrow”; hmmm, “happy” or “contented” these chaps are not, a good indication being that the band members originate from Ukraine and participated in renowned black metal band Hate Forest – yeah, they’re not exactly concealing the clues Poirot style. (Note by The Lord: You guys can breathe now…)

But then the atmospheres weaved on both albums were usually warm despite being generally desolate; the notes would ring due to aired out, dreamy productions, and although the riffs on the whole appeared melancholic, there was always a deeper sense of meaning to the emotions being expressed. A re-birth of sorts, learning from the negatives with the hope that future life chapters may entail longer walks with fuller-breasted, more willing females; nothing of an evil enough nature to make you want to “nasty-rape” them titties “The Hills Have Eyes 2”-style (what a goddamned beautiful film there), using the trees as a means to optimize your cloaking device. That’s where we come in with album number four, “Blood in Our Wells”, the expected portrayal of an enriched learning, a greater knowledge, the mysteries of life and deep depressions and so forth, but also the battlefield remnants, cleaving a motherfucker in two, Dark Ages and da foressesss of evule.

As per usual Drudkh fashion, on “Blood in Our Wells” we have six tracks: an intro, four cuts that journey through repetitive, hypnotic terrains, a mixture of evil, fair and folkloric, followed by an outro. The production is dense, clear and clean, the richest the band had offered to this point in its career, allowing the equally downplayed and integrated musicians to cut through strikingly on an even keel – if you’ve ever heard a Drudkh solo, you’ll know these people are no slouches, yet for the most part they play as a collective force to bring the jizz. (Note by The Lord: Here we go again…) The musicianship is all very accomplished, probably the last effective Drudkh album insofar as keys are concerned, laying down a pronounced, cohesive atmosphere throughout and entirely representative of the mystical forces at bay within the Earth’s environment or whatever the fuck else this band is attempting to portray – nothing fancy, just pure sweet entrancing beauty ideal for picnics beside frosty streams followed by campfires, roasted marshmallows and rabid lubed-up jug-intercourse (otherwise known as a “second portion of roasted marshmallows please baby dearest”).

I have to extol the artist on the front cover – you got to have some true artistic integrity to draw a horse’s anus in all its graphic detail; if there was ever an animal that had an anus I would seriously question spending sessions of intimacy with, it would be the horse. Goddamned dist-gustt-sting. The comedy of the matter is that the man at the helm seems to be occupying himself just fine without the reins in his hands (if you get my drift), the midget on the left looking over to his comrade as if to say “H-he’s… doing it… again…” to the response of “I… CAN’T… TAKE… THIS…” – a horrifying tale, the final truly great Drudkh album in a career that still had highlights but never another peak.

- Information
- Released: 2006
- Label: Supernal Music
- Website: Drudkh MySpace
- Band
- Roman: guitars
- Thurios: guitars, keys, vocals
- Krechet: bass
- Amorth: (session?) drums

- Tracklist
- 01. Навь
- 02. Борозни Богів
- 03. Коли Пломінь Перетворюється на Попіл
- 04. Самітність
- 05. Вічність
- 06. Українська Повстанська Армія

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