You don’t listen to Opeth. You get lost in them. The albums they produce are like rich worlds of energy and inspiration. Sure, the vocal style is jarring at first, but keep listening. These aren’t your average death growls. In fact, this isn’t death metal at all. I don’t know what you’d call it. Picture someone as dark and husky as Tom Waits, but who can croon as incredibly well as Maynard James Keenan. The music is huge and ambitious, having more in common with jazz or classical in it’s variety and technical fireworks than metal. These aren’t songs, they’re compositions. Blackwater Park is a journey. It’s heavy and monstrous at times, and at other times it seduces you into sweet oblivion. In the middle of the album, at its heart if you will, is one of my favourite songs, entitled “The Drapery Falls”. The song is so haunting and catchy it gives me chills every time I hear it. It’s the kind of song that makes you play an album over again when it’s finished, even if it’s over an hour long, just to repeat that feeling: “Pull me down again and guide me into pain…”
There aren’t many albums I own two copies of, but when I saw that there was a Limited Edition of this one I couldn’t resist.