Opeth - Still Life

After the groundbreaking (and I don’t use the term lightly) My Arms, Your Hearse, Opeth returned a year later with new bassist Martin Mendez, and a new album: Still Life. Their fourth album is an interesting one in that I don't see it as a full progression… more of a side-step. That's not to say it's bad, it just happens to be sandwiched between two superior albums. Now many of the Opeth fanbase list this as their favorite, but I've always thought there was a bit of a hipster street-cred to favoring the album BEFORE the one that the majority tout as the band’s finest hour.

The issue with Still Life is difficult to pinpoint. In many ways, it feels like more of a logical progression from Morningrise, while My Arms, Your Hearse is a more believable precursor to Blackwater Park. Part of the reason is the somewhat softer feel of Still Life. The urgency of the Hearse album is missing and the slower, methodical approach of Morningrise has returned. The guitars have lost their bite, the drums, their punch. "The Moor" takes about 5 minutes before it really kicks in, and even then, it tends to wander - an interesting pick for an opening track. "Benighted" and "Face of Melinda" are beloved, but neither of them can hold a candle to Hearse's "Credence," or Park's "Harvest." Akerfeldt's voice in the aforementioned tracks has an annoying whispery quality to it which I don't quite understand, or really enjoy.

Still Life is not without it's strongpoints. The move from complex arrangement to complex riffs begins here. That is to say, long phrases within riffs - some as long as 8 measures at times. So an 8 measure polyphonic phrase with countermelody within the guitar work is a thick soup, and for progressive metal fans, it is delicious stuff. In my mind, the album's centerpiece, and still one of my favorite tracks from the band, is "Godhead's Lament." Within the context of this work, it is lightning in a bottle - beautiful melodies, kickass riffs, growls and perhaps Mikael's most impassioned clean-vocal performance to this point.

A real notable step forward is Akerfeldt's death growl - it is absolutely beastly on this record, stronger than ever before. At times, almost a stark contrast to the somewhat mellow riffage beneath it. "Serenity Painted Death" is the other standout here, but even its most sinister riffs lack the bite they would've had on the last effort's production. "White Cluster" is a bit piecemeal, but I do rather enjoy the fractured jam through the last half of it.

Maybe it bears mentioning that this album was my official introduction to the band, but I’m not sure that has a major impact on my view of it now. Still Life is an important step in the bands development, but it actually feels more experimental than its predecessor while being less of a drastic step in a new direction. Their composition skills drop a notch as they explore how far they can stretch their sound in this new direction. Their finest lineup is now set - like Megadeath on Rust in Peace, or Death on Human, these four guys have a unique chemistry and each member fills his roll better than anyone before or after him in this band. Bring on the Park.