Cruachan tuatha na gael rar

Founder Keith Fay, a man who openly admits to having had a life-changing moment when listening to Skyclad's debut album, decided on fusing traditional Scandinavian black metal with heartfelt Celtic folk melodies, and the result unsurprisingly is for the most part grandiose and well refined.

This is largely because of how ambitious Tuatha Na Gael comes across every single time you listen to it. However, Tuatha Na Gael 's main flaw is where black metal collides unnecessarily with Cruachan's well respected brand of Celtic folk melodies. Yet the band gets it right on several occasions. Its harmonic Celtic melodies are closely intertwined with a hard-hitting albeit not too heavy rhythm section, and although Fay's vocals leave a little more to be desired, they never take away from the fact that what Cruachan have done here is nothing short of impressive.

Another interesting aspect of Tuatha Na Gael is the way in which the album as a whole is structured. The consistency here could have been worked on a little better to improve final results, but the fact that shorter, more harmonic songs are well integrated before or after the epic, more black metal-inspired tracks makes for a comprehensible finish.

Whatever you think of the folk metal sub-genre, Tuatha Na Gael is surely as deserving a starting point as the likes of Wayward sons of Mother Earth. It may not be your thing, but Cruachan's underrated debut should be respected as one of the inspirations for the burgeoning folk metal scene we know of today. Tweet Recent reviews by this author. Thy Catafalque Vadak. DorDeDuh Har. Cult of Luna The Raging River.

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