Welcome my fellow black metalheads, Sean here at the Black Metal Archives, and fuck me sideways, I’m still drowning in the gloom of F41.0’s Bürde—blasted it this afternoon, and it’s like a weight pinned me to the goddamn floor. I stumbled onto this German beast in a moment of bleak-ass boredom, and it dragged me down like a chain around my neck—slow, depressive, and fucking soul-crushing. Dropped July 13, 2017, via Talheim Records by one-man shadow F41.0 (all instruments, vocals), this six-track burden’s got me staggering through the dark—let’s tear this heavy motherfucker apart!
F41.0 lurked out of Germany’s shadows in 2015, a solo plague from the mind of F41.0, who crafts every note and scream like a man possessed by despair. They unleashed Bürde in 2017, a slab of depressive black metal that’s pure emotional wreckage.
“Einleitung” seeps in like a fog over my brain, guitars weeping with slow, mournful chords that’s got my heart sinking. F41.0’s vocals rasp like a ghost in agony—thin and broken—while his drums thud like a distant pulse. The bass hums low, and I’m hooked, slumping in my chair, lost in this gray fucking haze.
“Wahn” drags me deeper, and holy shit, it’s got me staring into the void. The guitars grind out this tortured, repetitive dirge—bleak as fuck—while F41.0’s voice wails through, raw and shattered. The rhythm section creeps with relentless gloom, and I’m swaying ‘til my spirit’s numb—madness never sounded so goddamn real.
“Stummer Schrei” sinks into my bones, a beast that chokes me with its weight. The guitars weave this fragile, desolate melody, pulsing with quiet despair, while F41.0’s snarls whisper with hollow pain. It’s a silent scream that’s got me rocking, trapped in its crushing fucking grip—pure depressive mastery.
“Bürde” is where I fucking lose it—the title track’s a leviathan that breaks me down. The guitars swell with this slow, anguished fire—riffs that grind like a millstone—while the vocals rasp and wail, dripping with burdened rage. It’s a standout that’s got me muttering into the dark, fucking wrecked by its power.
F41.0’s sound on Bürde is a goddamn abyss—his guitars are a flood of mournful riffs and bleak atmospheres, while his bass is the deep, throbbing wound that keeps me raging. The drums are a fucking heartbeat, thudding with grim resolve, and his vocals are the raw, broken soul—wild, fragile, and perfect. In the black metal genre, this fucker wallows with the depressive elite—Xasthur’s desolation, Shining’s misery—but with a raw, minimal edge that’s pure Lifelover or early Burzum, unpolished and haunting. This album’s a fucking anchor, a blast of heavy gloom that’s got me hooked—crank it loud, let it rip, and join me in this dark goddamn pit.
You inglorious sons a bitches reading this, tell me in the comments how this album weighed you down—I wanna hear your grim fucking tales! You can blast the full album on Bandcamp, so get your ass over there and dive into the burden!
Stay grim, you filthy bastards, and keep the black flame burning!
