"Хиус" - 2017

by Neverending Winter

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about

This album recording started at the end of 2016 and was completed by 2017. Lyrics again are inspired by both Siberian nature and the sense of life among these endless landscapes, indescribable views and constant colds in the hearts of people here.

If you'd like these songs please feel free to support band by spreading the word or by donating. Both ways are very appreciable.

Special thanks go to:

Art - Mr. Finn
Whistle at 3-rd track - Basile Faun
Mixing - Sergey Alekseev
Mastering - Will Killingsworth (Dead Air studio)
Samples & layers - Konstantin Rusanov

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released July 15, 2017

"The album is so creative and so captivating that it caused me to reflect again on the happenstance of location as it affects the global reach of a band or an album.

Neverending Winter are located in Tomsk in Siberian Russia. They lack the visibility that a substantial label or professional PR representation might provide. Because of their remote location and low public profile, it’s unlikely they would be able to mount tours across Europe, much less North America, and that in turn will likely make it even more difficult for them to attract the backing of organizations that could help expand the global reach of their music — although I have no idea whether they even have such ambitions.

Of course, they’re not alone in this respect. The world is full of excellent underground bands that few people know about, in part because they live in communities that aren’t the best launching pads for exposure across the globe. And of course even talented underground metal bands located in big cities in the consumerist West confront dozens of other problems in reaching an audience. But I have the strong instinctive feeling that if Neverending Winter happened to be located in North America or Western Europe, their fortunes would be soaring right now.

Other issues may also hamper the band’s success in finding the kind of large audience that this album would undoubtedly attract if only more listeners could discover it and devote a bit of time to listening. For example, the band’s name and the primitivist cover art may be misleading, especially if you know that black metal is an ingredient in their music.

Those outward visual aspects of the band’s persona, coupled with their location in Siberian Russia, might suggest to some people that the music will be a variant of atmospherically cold and depressive black metal, perhaps lo-fi in its sound, or perhaps heavily laden with drifting melancholy synthesizer ambience. Yet, to my ears, it’s one of the most vibrant and dazzling albums I’ve encountered this year.


I hesitate to drop such names as Ihsahn, Enslaved, Agalloch, and Ne Obliviscaris, but at different times over the course of the album, those names popped into my head — not so much because Neverending Winter strictly conform to the sounds of any of those other artists (there is, for example, no clean singing on Хиус), but because they display a similar talent for combining progressive metal and black metal and a similar knack for creating a rich and dynamic listening experience.

There’s a wonderful, organic sense of flow as the music unfolds over the course of the album, moving through differing shades of darkness and light, and ranging from loud, barbarically aggressive attacks to soft and completely mesmerizing interludes.

There are thundering gallops and rocking rhythms in the music, with riffs that jolt and swarm. Slashing storms of tremolo chords and bursts of blasting or somersaulting percussion get the blood rushing very effectively. But you’re just as likely to encounter beautiful instrumental digressions that are meditative or buoyantly playful.

While the music often has a primal, surging energy, it’s also often quite intricate, and the technical skill of the performers is revealed to be very impressive. Wisely, the band chose to give this music a very clean and clear production, facilitating the listener’s appreciation for every grinding bass note, every flight of darting and swirling fret acrobatics, and the force of every hammering riff.


There are two more important ingredients in this fascinating musical tapestry that should be mentioned. The first is that folk music (or at least folk-ish music) also plays a role in these songs. It’s far from dominant, but it provides pleasing surprises and adds to the album’s overall dynamic. And so you’ll find a flute melody paired with a rippling guitar in the second half of “By Snowridges”, a melodic interlude that features the use of a whistle in “Neverending Winter”, and the sinuous sound of violin strings in “Sib Ir” (though I guess it might just be an interesting guitar tuning).

That final song, “Sib Ir”, also includes a lilting piano-and-acoustic-guitar duet, which isn’t folk music but is one more example of the way in which the band have made this album into a collage of musical textures. Another example is the pairing of acoustic guitar and shimmering ambient keyboards during an interlude in the title track.

The final ingredient I’ll mention is that the vocals are explosively savage. Given the dynamic and contrasting nature of this music, it wouldn’t have been surprising to hear some clean vocals tossed into the mix, but I for one am glad they didn’t. These skin-flaying, jugular-ripping howls are just fine as they are.

As their name suggests, long and frigid winters may have inspired this band, but they have found grace and beauty, as well as darkness and tumult, in their conditions. This is an album that will stay with me for years. I hope it strikes a chord with you, too. And if it does, help spread the word."

- NO CLEAN SINGING

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Track Name: By snowridges (По застругам)
"By Snowridges"

Tottering down the snow ridges
Away from the lands seeded with grief
Away from the despair margents inhabited by the intruders
Through the shady grove into the arboreous coppice
Bypassing congealed arborets while raven sings its song

Away from here following the winds
Their embraces cool the hearts
Away to the lands where only the frost reigns
To the cradle of gelid creator

From the swamps to the abysms
Through the fens and ice-coated expanses
To the place where death awaits
And oblivion only reigns
Through the shady grove into the arboreous coppice
Bypassing congealed arborets while raven sings its song

Away from here following the winds
Their embraces cool the hearts
Away to the lands where only the frost reigns
To the cradle of gelid creator

"По застругам"

Дрожащей поступью по застругам
Прочь с земель, засеянных горечью
Краев беспроторицы, населенных гарипами

Сквозь лесистую рощу,
Да в тенистую заросль
Грудную грезнъ минуя
Пока гавран песнь допевает

Прочь отсюда, вслед за ветрами,
Чьи объятия остужают сердца
Долой туда, где мороз всем правит
В колыбель ледяного творца.

Из болот да в пучину.
Через топь и обледеневшую гладь.
Туда, где ожидает кончина,
И царит забвения власть.

Сквозь лесистую рощу,
Да в тенистую заросль
Грудную грезнъ минуя
Пока гавран песнь допевает

Прочь отсюда, вслед за ветрами,
Чьи объятия остужают сердца
Долой туда, где мороз всем правит
В колыбель ледяного творца.
Track Name: Neverending winter (Бесконечная зима)
"Neverending Winter"

Spines are bent down to earth by the meaningless labor
Spreading the apathy obscurity will settle down in the hearts
By the shadow of erstwhile majesty

Under the wings of black birds there are blizzards and fury of snowstorms
Snow isn't melting in the hands and no ice can be thawed in the hearts
We will stay here forever to overwinter in this rusty cage of humanity

Belief in humankind seems to be dead evermore
And God will show its duplicity
Will a three-finger blessing save us? Will we survive?

Under the wings of black birds there are blizzards and fury of snowstorms
Snow isn't melting in the hands and no ice can be thawed in the hearts
We will stay here forever to overwinter in this rusty cage of humanity

Spines are bent down to earth by the meaningless labor
Spreading the apathy obscurity will settle down in the hearts
By the shadow of erstwhile majesty

Cold wind and ice stay with this winter forever
Basking in a single spark we close all our feelings inside
Blinded by whiteness, wrapped up in snowfall
We keep the darkness of eternity

"Бесконечная зима"

Спины гнуться к земле от бесполезного труда,
Повсеместно распространяя безразличие.
В сердцах навсегда поселиться тьма, тенью былого величия.

Под крыльями черных птиц пурга и враждебность вьюг.
В ладонях не тает снег, в сердцах не растопить льда.
Мы остаемся зимовать навсегда.
В ржавой клетке человечества.

Вера в людей, похоже, умерла навсегда
А бог еще покажет свое двуличие.
Лишь троеперстием осенив себя,
Спасемся ли? Выживем ли?

Спины гнуться к земле от бесполезного труда,
Повсеместно распространяя безразличие.
В сердцах навсегда поселиться тьма, тенью былого величия.

Под крыльями черных птиц пурга и враждебность вьюг.
В ладонях не тает снег, в сердцах не растопить льда.
Мы остаемся зимовать навсегда.
В ржавой клетке человечества.

Холодный ветер и лед в гостях у этой зимы навсегда.
Греясь лишь от искры, мы скрываем все чувства внутри.
Ослепнув от белизны, укутавшись в снегопад.
Мы оставляем себе лишь бесконечности мрак.
Track Name: Heeus (Хиус)
"Heeus"

Along the song of the winds
Passing these bottomless fens
Through the debris and midwoods
Following the sun that brings only the darkness

Following the sun that shares only the darkness

Along the song of the winds
Passing these bottomless fens
Through the debris and midwoods
Following the sun that brings only the darkness

My lord is my indifferentism
My credo is my imprudence
Here i am again on the crossroads
Where the heeus* awakes the winds

*heeus - (Russian "Хиус") is a very strong kind of a wind that mostly common for the winter seasons.

"Хиус"

Под песнь ветров
Пробираюсь сквозь бездонные топи,
Через дебри и чащи
Вслед за солнцем несущим лишь тьму

Вслед за солнцем несущим лишь тьму

Под песнь ветров
Пробираюсь сквозь бездонные топи,
Через дебри и чащи
Вслед за солнцем несущим лишь тьму

Мой хозяин - мое безрассудство
Мое кредо - мое безразличие
И я вновь на распутье трех дорог,
Где лишь хиус пробуждает ветра
Track Name: Sib Ir
"Sib Ir"

Down the woodlands and to bywater
Wading through the branches that freezed in a motion
Our chamber is a burden of our unconcern
That were doomed to carry

Let the ever sleeping eaves be opened by a running sough
The humble spirit will awake the call from the hazy mountains

Every new sunrise brings us the world
That is covered with snow white shroud,
Where only the frizzing wind blows on the dead palm

Let the ever sleeping eaves be opened by a running sough
The humble spirit will awake the call from the hazy mountains

"Sib Ir"

Вдоль полесья, и до поречья.
Пробиваюсь меж виц, что застыли в мгновеньях.
Наша клеть - нашей беспечности бремя,
Нести которое мы обречены.

Да откроет вечно спящие веки по листве пробегающий шорох.
Дух смиренный разбудит сполох, раздающийся с гор.

Новый брезг нам открывает мир, укутанный пеленой,
Где морозящий ветер в омертвелую дышит ладонь.

Да откроет вечно спящие веки по листве пробегающий шорох.
Дух смиренный разбудит сполох, раздающийся с гор.