The second invocation from this solo Brazilian act arrives as a banner raised against religion, a work called a demo only by tradition, for its breadth unfurls with the conviction and weight of a full-fledged evil manifestation.

Here, Wotanskald steps beyond the contours of its debut and enters a realm where ironclad black metal and mist-wreathed dungeon synth converge, forming a soundscape of harsh radiance and shadowed introspection.

The echoes of other ancestral European acts still pulse in its music from the solemnity of Bilskirnir, the pagan austerity of Graveland or even its compatriots Lunarie in this record, which leans deeper into synthesisers, not merely as fleeting ornaments but as integral worlds of their own, entire passages drifting into pure dungeon synth mysterious reverie, not as interruptions but doorways, widening the scope of the work but without dissolving the grain of its blackened essence.

Guitars coil as incandescent strands from a frostbitten age, while drums strike with a stern ceremonial pulse. The keyboards breathe ethereal winds over the battlefield’s smouldering remains as a declaration of hostility against all, a ritual forged in pagan devotion.

Widrak delivers a sharpened, matured continuation of Wotanskald’s path, fiercer in intent yet broader in vision, a testament to a project finding its true resonance, standing as proclamation and reflection.

Courtesy of @maodagloria

CD is already available, tape and vinyl coming soon.