
Finntroll, Studio Seven,
Review by S J
"Bonehand" Holetz
It was Metal Night once again this week, as I headed out to catch the
mighty Finntroll who, touring
in support of latest release Ur
Jorden’s Djup, were making their first-ever Seattle
appearance. As I stood
in the cutting wind awaiting the opening of Studio Seven’s doors, my
eyes turned to the roiling grey sky
above, and suddenly, the ground cracked open behind me, the earth
belching forth the sulphurous black
breath of Trolls on the hunt.
Or maybe that was just the dumpster I was standing in front of.
Either way, the doors soon opened
and I escaped the chill to catch the first of four local acts who would
precede the headliner on this night.
First up was Evangelist
from Seattle, the band’s five members laying down a brand of
old school
thrashy death not unlike Under
the Blade era Defleshed,
a style I dig completely. Fat, crunchy twin guitar
riffage and solid songwriting served the band well, as vocalist Bobby
did his best to galvanise the lukewarm
early crowd. I look forward to catching this act in the future.

Evangelist was followed by Seattle
death-metal four-piece I Rot, guitarist Zach and
bassist
out a sound crunchingly Haunted.
I wasn't taken with their first few numbers, the riffs sounding muddy
and generic, but the band won me over by sets-end, largely due to sheer balls-out effort,
and the
self-deprecating style of vocalist BJ:
“Go to our myspace page. You can learn about us and shit. And buy our
cd Kill Everything.
Which we don’t have here. Because we're lame” (shrugs)”
The band closed out strong behind neck-snappers “Whoregun
Grinder” and “Kill Everything”, tripling
the mosh pit in no time flat. Definitely worth a second listen.

Tacoma’s As Dead As O-Ren hit the
stage next with their tech-metal offering. Guitarist "The Violator"’s
frantic fingertapping intertwining seamlessly with the impressively
complex rhythms of drummer Bobby,
as vocalist “Sunshine the Werewolf” did his best impression of a
connecting modem. Despite the notable
musicianship and attempted brutality, the band’s songs carried no
weight, either emotional or physical.
Some of this may be due to
a lack of a bassist, a case of tendonitis leaving one
Cornelius Von Thunderclap
ample free time to repeatedly bodycheck me in the back from the sparse
pit as I attempted to assess his band.
My verdict: Loads of potential, but songwriting-wise, a little mas carne’ sonico is needed underneath
those
gleaming technical exoskeletons.

After O-Ren, I found myself
aching for some actual showmanship, and Battle Ground’s Ceremonial Castings
did not dissappoint, as the mightily bristling Lord Serpent was giving
lessons in that shit. The band hit the stage
amidst a cloud of dry ice and sickly red light, brandishing their
ensorcelled weaponry and banging their battleaxes
on the boards. Then the room exploded with a blackened hellblast that
wasted
no time in knocking me back into the
proper headspace for the forthcoming carnage. Thanks fellas, I needed
that. Lord Serpent soon had the room
under his sway, his buzzsaw guitar in unholy alliance
with the sinister symphonic stylings of keyboardist Old Nick
and the blasphemous beats of the bludgeoning Bloodhammer.
Memorable incantations included “Into the Black
Forest of Witchery” and a scorching “Come Forth
…Damnation.” Unfortunately, their evil had faded into the night
before I got back to the merch table, but I will
be picking up some of this band’s recorded mayhem directly.

Lord
Serpent of Ceremonial Castings. photo S J
Holetz, 2007 Bloodhammer of Ceremonial Castings.
photo S J
Holetz, 2007
At last, as the house lights dimmed to the opening strains of the
latest album’s intro “Gryning”, the kilted
and warpainted headliners took the stage. Finntroll
then tore into opening number “Sång” kicking off a generous
21 tune set that was packed with favorites, but still somehow felt too
short. For the uninitiated, Finntroll’s
music is a unique cross of black metal and Finnish “humppa” folk music,
with lyrics ripped from finnish legend
and sporting a trollish point of view. As the name connotes, the band
hails from
because, as the story has it, “Swedish just sounds damn trollish.” The
resulting music can be compared to
death metal Danny Elfman: brutally heavy yet nimble and joyous, that is
if rollicking tales of trolls feasting
on human flesh is your idea of joyous…heh heh
heh.
Racing through raucous versions of “Fiskarens Fiende”, “Jakten’s Tid”,
and personal fave “Kitteldags”
(“You know what we do with Priests? WE EAT THEM!”), guitarists
Skrymer and Routa and touring keyboardist
Virta propelled the melody while the complex “hummpa” rhythms were
locked in tight by bassist Tundra and
drummer Beast Dominator. By the time the band hit an awesome
"Trollhammeren", the floor was stomping and
fistpumping in trollish glee. From that point FRAM!, vocalist Vreth
owned the crowd, exhorting them in riotous
call and response.

The band continued their procession of epics with the crushing tribute
to a mighty Goblin
King in “Aldhissla” before culminating the set in a fantastic version
of the bizarre country/metal hybrid
“En Mäktig Här” and a devastating “Det
Iskalla Trollblood”. A quick breather for a few thunderous chants
of FINN! TROLL! FINN! TROLL!, and the band was back for brief yet
satisfying two song encore, before the
trolls escaped into the night, leaving the crowd grinning and
exhausted. In closing, an excellent show,
I eagerly await Finntroll’s
next annihilation of
so don’t dick around or you’ll miss your chance to catch this
incredible band live.

Finntroll setlist
Gryning (intro)
Sång
Korpen's Saga
Fiskarens Fiende
Jatkens Tid
Nattfödd
Ormhäxan
Kitteldags
Eliytres
Blodnatt
Nedgång
Vindafard-Manniskopesten
Trollhammaren
Slaget Vid Blodsälv
Aldhissla
Urswamp
Svartberg
En Mäktig Här
Det Iskalla Trollblod
Encore:
Försvinn Du Som Lyser
Segersång