Hail, you frost-kissed mourners of the Black Metal Archives—Sean here, still trembling from the haunting sprawl of Beleghost’s Where the Mountain Lies. Spun this tonight, and it’s like Italy’s alpine mists wrapped me in a shroud of grief and fury. Caught this one-person dirge on a Bandcamp deep dive, released January 8, 2025, and its five tracks carve a jagged path through my soul—let’s climb this mournful peak and break it down!
Beleghost rose from Italy’s northeastern wilds, the solitary vision of Satvrno Occvlto, who commands vocals, guitars, bass, drums, and synths. Where the Mountain Lies is their latest offering, an independent EP born of loss and love, dedicated to “The Mountain”—a fallen soul who fought until the end.
Let’s take a look at the tracks!
“As the Time Flows So Does the River” seeps in like a thaw over frozen stone—guitars shimmer with a blackgaze glow, Satvrno’s vocals a distant wail that hooks me deep. The synths hum like a wind through pines—I’m swaying, lost in its icy drift.
“A Cold Dark Place” shifts the weight, riffs grinding slow and raw, their voice cracking with anguish—my breath catches, pinned by its stark ache.
“Of Taurus and Capricorn” surges with a tremolo bite, drums pounding like a storm against cliffs—damn, it’s a rush that lifts me high.
“The Cross in the Sky” slows to a mournful crawl, guitars weaving a fragile lament, Satvrno’s cries fading into the void—I’m nodding, gripped by its quiet despair.
“Where the Mountain Lies” crowns it, a towering elegy—riffs soar and crash, synths swelling like a sky torn open, their vocals a broken hymn to the departed. It’s a gut-punch that leaves me hollow, staring into the dark.
Beleghost’s sound is a windswept abyss—Satvrno’s guitars blend raw black metal with shoegaze’s dreamy haze, their bass and drums a steady pulse through the storm. The synths paint an ethereal chill, and their vocals shift from snarls to whispers, raw with heart. In black metal’s vast crypt, this echoes Alcest’s soaring melancholy and Deafheaven’s emotional sprawl, but with an Italian edge of rustic sorrow. Where the Mountain Lies is a tribute that cuts deep—blast it loud, let it shatter you, and join me in this alpine grief.
You mountain-bound shades, spill your takes below—how did this album bury you? Stream it on Bandcamp and honor the climb!
Stay broken, you alpine wraiths, and keep the sorrow sharp!
RATING: 4.2 OUT OF 5
RATING SYSTEM:
- 0 – 1 Fucking shit.
- 1 – 2 Shit.
- 2 – 3 Not Bad Shit.
- 3 – 4 Pretty Good Shit.
- 4 – 5 Amazing Fucking Shit.
- 5 The Best Shit You Will Ever Hear.
