Bergraven turns the traditional blast-and-flay aesthetic of "frostbitten grimness" on its ear and comes at us with sweeping riff dirges, winding cinematic passages, melodic guitar interludes, tortured-yet-vaguely-authoritarian and Germanic vocal overtones and embient pedal steel excursions. All of which is enough to make your fucking head spin, especially if you are down with weirdness that transcends weirdness-merely-for-the-sake-of-being-weird and comes out on the other side looking like a total fucking destroyer. Dodsvisioner is not your typical black metal experience, and Bergraven is not your standard Swedish killing machine.
