Everyone who ever played at What The Heck fest:
(with lots of broken links)
Wyrd Visions
Wyrd Visions, Half-Eaten Guitar (Blue Fog Recordings, 2006)
My knowledge of music is far from comprehensive. I am no expert on anything. I pick up snippets of information and then fill in the rest with imagination. In my imaginary knowledge of the music world, ‘black metal’ necessarily means shrieking and thin buzzing guitars, even if the ‘lyrics’ might be reverently evoking dark deep wooden pagan sacredness. I always found a contradiction here, which was a bummer because I wanted to live in that world all the time; I wanted more and more music that felt like a dark northern bog at twilight. This record by Wyrd Visions (a reclusive dude from Toronto) was the first time I felt this vibe through sounds that made sense to me. I don’t think he was actually trying to do that, or that he considers it black metal-related or anything, but that’s how I heard it and I still love that world he created—ceremonial and dreamy and stark. — Phil Elverum
