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Eluveitie / Wintersun / Varg By: Etiam
"Some artists are pure business on stage, others awash in theatrical gesture;
some look slyly amused by their fame, others jaded and maybe tired of the road. Jari Mäenpää, in a word, was joyous"Show Date: 12/11/2012
"When Hell freezes over." So the saying goes for impossible dreams or fates
forsworn. Flip the script (and thermometer) for a Chicago December without a single flake
of snow, and the stage is set for one such dream finally awaking. Not merely awaking—leaping
up from its slumber, sparkling with lightning, and striking off to conquer the world on
the solar winds of destiny. And why stop at the world? This conquest is boundless, cosmic,
eternal. This is Jari Mäenpää's Wintersun, the long-heralded arrival of 'Time', and
their first North American tour. Accompanying Wintersun on this tour were Varg, the rather punky pagan metalers from Germany, and the tour's ostensible headliners, Eluveitie. This Swiss collective, helmed by Chrigel Glanzmann, have been tireless bannermen for authentic folk metal since their explosion onto the scene in 2004 and toured the States numerous times, drawing ever more converts to their cause. Indeed, their legion of fans was out in force that night and the photo pit absurdly brimming with shutterbug journalists. But as for myself—and the majority of the crowd, judging by their response before and after the gig—Wintersun eclipsed all else. In the face of this singular focus, Varg opened the show with impressive commitment. Their name means 'wolf' in some Germanic languages and the stage was covered with corresponding imagery: snarling wolf faces silkscreened onto stage-mounted banners, metal-wrought pendants a foot across dangling from chains on pillars capped with barren skulls full of incisors. The band themselves were a tattooed and appropriately hirsute lot with faces striped in red and black paint. The pattern looked copped straight from Turisas, frankly, but the remainder of their aesthetic—cut-off black Ts, chains, middle fingers, etc.—fell more in line with Belphegor. The two poles make for a fair counterpoint and summation of the band, provided a healthy dose of Amon Amarth is thrown into the middle as a binding agent. Certainly Varg are less brutal than Belphegor and to my knowledge have never written a lyric about bondage, goats, zombies, or all three together. But the snarling rasp of vocalist Freki, often in his vernacular German, is not far off from Helmuth's own. Conversely, Varg don't dabble in the orchestral bombast or fur-lined armor of Warlord Nygård and his Turisas cohorts, but they do wend plenty of folksy melodies into their triple meter stomps and engage with the crowd in a comparably magnanimous fashion. An unexpected twist to their set was that the burly Freki delivered the higher, shriller rasps, while the slender bassist Managarm, his short hair parted to the side and shaved close around the ears, provided a muscular baritone roar in support. These two centered the action on stage, swapping places periodically and showing the most movement, while two impassive guitarists flanked them and churned out one pumping groove after another. The audience responded with thrown horns and respectable moshpits, while Freki's banter—classic "Canadia" bashing and an elementary German lesson—helped their half-hour set flash by faster than I would have guessed possible. Much of the material was drawn from their 'Wolfskult' and 'Guten Tag' records, but they did also acknowledge a back catalogue that dates to '07. And naturally, it wouldn't be a German metal band without at least one passage of whispered vocals, but even this was blended successful into their live presentation. On a broader note, I was also reassured to hear foreign language lyrics so readily embraced by an American audience. Although the ubiquity of English is directly relatable to metal's extraordinary reach, it's also inhibited the native expression of artists the world over; for all its manifold styles and subgenres, the accompanying words and their intonation are rather homogenized. If fans are so ready to explore new musical avenues, why not welcome lyrics that are similarly challenging? Skål and/or Prost to Varg for championing their roots; metal would be a richer world if more bands did the same. 
The ensuing layover was an anxious half hour made even more uncomfortable by the tide of
low frequencies swelling from the house speakers. At first I thougth someone's rig had
gone awry, since Wintersun uses Axe-Fx exclusively for their sound, eschewing live amps
and even using digital pitch shifting for one song. The tone—I hesitate to deem it a
'pitch', that being too tuneful—was persistent and so penetrating as to nearly chase
me from my second row spot, center stage. But on that verge a pattern of variations
suddenly became clear and I realized that nothing was broken—this was just Sunn O))).
In chatting later with Wintersun's non-Jari guitarist, the equally flight-fingered Teemu
Mäntysaari, he explained that their road crew is largely Hungarian and all quite rabid for
Sunn O)))'s particular brand of drudgery. So now we know, though it seems an almost absurd
non sequitur in retrospect.Regardless, the drone eventually dimmed and was replaced with a soothing swirl of ambiance, faintly Asiatic chimes, and the orchestrated threnody of 'When Times Fades Away', the luxurious (and four-minute) intro track to 'Time I'. The crowd tensed in slow-motion, the lights dropped, and three men emerged onto the stage to pick up their parts alongside the backing track. These were Kai Hahto (drums), Jukka Koskinen (bass), and Teemu Mäntysaari (the aforementioned second guitarist). At last, Jari himself swooped in and the fury commenced. Some artists are pure business on stage, others awash in theatrical gesture; some look slyly amused by their fame, others jaded and maybe tired of the road. Jari Mäenpää, in a word, was joyous. Sporting black cargo shorts with a Wintersun patch and a quasi-Japanese short-sleeve, he didn't look like an average a guitar god, but his charisma was instantly affecting and his chops no less potent. With an exuberantly toothy grin plastered across his long face, he swept across the audience like a floodlight and his right hand thrust about like a conducting baton whenever free, lending an air of proclamation to his delivery. Riding an impeccable blastbeat from Kai, he attacked the microphone for the opening lines of 'Sons of Winter and Stars', the lead song from 'Time I' and heir to 'Beyond the Dark Sun' as the band's official call-to-arms. The audience responded, surging forward with fists raised, men and women both singing the words as confidently as if they'd been doing it for years instead of mere weeks. One especially animated fan in the front row flapped his arms during Jari's many references to flight, and the two girls front and center on the barricade clasped hands and pumped them triumphantly. Until this tour, Stateside fans of Wintersun could only ever experience Jari as a figurative presence perched beyond his mixing console somewhere and wrestling with grandeur. I myself was aware of the band's various gigs and festival appearances in Europe, but still never conceived of them as a live force. This performance blasted that notion away for good on all accounts. The entirety of Wintersun played with exceptional cohesion, utter conviction, and unimpeachable skill, front to back, left to right. Jari was naturally the center of attention, equally at ease performing tight palm-muted rhythms, his articulate and punchy growl, any number of lithe solos ('Battle Against Time' was especially savory), and his increasingly adventurous clean vocals. On 'Time I' these soar to new and more operatic heights than ever before, and I was duly impressed to see them equaled in the live setting. Jari has often cited Devin Townsend as a major influence, and though he shows little of Devin's demeanor on stage (really, could anyone else pull it off), it's clear that Jari's put great effort into developing this avenue of expression. But this performance would have been something of a dud if his cohorts hadn't been able to keep up, and that they did indubitably. Behind the kit Kai's expertise is assumed, and his history with Rotten Sound and Swallow the Sun would mark him a superstar even without the additional glow of Wintersun. On bass, Jukka has been a figure Finnish metal for more than a decade, including a lengthy tenure in Norther. His presence on stage was boosted (literally) by a pair of huge platform boots, but his aggressive attitude and background management of stage positions define the corners of Jari's colorful frame. Completing the portrait with accent and nuance is Teemu, a blossoming young guitarist who wrote to Jari soon after hearing the self-titled to propose himself as a companion. It was a bold move, but one backed by copious talent that Jari did well to recognize. Though not so giddy a performer as Jari, Teemu also looked mighty pleased to be on stage, sliding in and through solos with grace and occasionally cutting a few poses worthy of fellow Ibanez players Joe Satriani and Steve Vai. No doubt he's a lifelong student of those masters, the latter especially. On that gear note, all three instrumentalists were playing Ibanez—Jukka a 5-string wenge/bubinga Soundgear Prestige, Jari his custom 25.5" scale RGD (1" shorter than production models), and Teemu his old J-Custom, bought used years ago, and his resplendent new LACS RGA, replete with a 12th fret inlay of the Japanese character for 'Time'. The latter is a joy to look upon and a dream to play, brief though our encounter was before the show. With some current endorsers plumbing 7 and 8-string depths for ever chuggier forms of American prog/djent/quantize-core, Ibanez would do well to promote this pair as beacons of their enduring brand. Offstage hands directed the Axe-Fx channel-switching, which beyond just opening up the made song changeovers faster and also achieved a closer parity with the album arrangements—occasional acoustic emulation, more tones than just 'Drive' and 'Solo Boost', and so forth. Though I still am not sold on solely digital rigs, their convenience and reliability are undeniable, and the sounds they produce come dangerously close to the real thing. 'Land of Snow and Sorrow', for instance, is played in Drop-Bb, but the band was still able to play D standard guitars and just shift the output down the appropriate interval. Latency is negligible, and had Teemu not given me the rundown of their rig before the show, I doubt I'd have noticed the trick. But I would not call it trickery, since each member was still entirely responsible for his product on stage. Indeed, the nature of the mix may have even made it harder to hide mistakes: unlike the record, it favored combo instruments over orchestration and would split one guitarist's signal to cover both rhythm outputs when his counterpart took a solo. The band was companionable with the crowd, but spent little time reminiscing on past challenges or chatting us up. Most nights on this tour the members have been accessible to fans after the show, for those willing to wait, so better to let the music speak while on the stage. Their chosen script: 'When Time Fades Away', 'Sons Of Winter And Stars', 'Land Of Snow And Sorrow', 'Battle Against Time', 'Death And The Healing', 'Darkness And Frost', 'Time', 'Beyond The Dark Sun', and 'Starchild'. It was an unsurprising but satisfying setlist for this tour, and a deservedly lengthy one. Though they did not close the night, Wintersun were treated as headliners by the crowd and gave us the full-band bow as acknowledgement before snapping a group photo with the audience, a habit they've maintained through this tour and others lately that's endearingly unpretentious. And then they were gone, leaving us blitzed and euphoric. 
I could have left satiated at that point, but as some wandered back from the barricade,
sweaty and spent, others in Eluveitie garb took their place. The official headliners had
yet to hit the stage, and I was inclined to observe what changes had been wrought since I
last saw them in 2008. Though I can't report any impression to equal that left by
Wintersun, after Eluveitie's night-closing set I was glad to have stayed. Few metal bands
have committed so completely folk instrumentation and ideology without falling prey to
camp, and Eluveitie may be foremost among them.For this tour the band is playing their latest album, 'Helvetios', in its entirety. This itself is an hour-long proposition, which the band then followed with a lengthy encore heavy on old fan favorites ('Inis Mona') and demo-days material like 'Lament' and 'Divico'. Bringing this all to the stage, be it on this side of the Atlantic or any other, Eluveitie bring out a full crew of participants—eight in all, with three folk instrumentalists added onto the typical constitution of two guitarists, bassist, drummer, and vocalist. Chrigel handles nearly all lead vocal duties, but beyond that plays an array of pipes and fretted folk instruments. When he takes one up, dreadlocks falling about his shoulders, fingers glittering with heavy rings, and his flashing palms branded with Celtic-patterned tattoos, it's obvious that the heathen heart of Eluveitie is true. The unfortunate consequence of this folk-forward style is that the metal component almost invariably suffers. And though the two guitarists (old hand Ivo Henzi and touring member Rafael Salzmann) were capable and enthusiastic, their performances felt quite tame. Too, after about 45 minutes of material—hardly half the total set performed—most songs began to fall into the same sort of sing-songy sway. Another 20 minutes of Chrigel's evenly measured growls, open-neck black button-up, and Gothenburg-style drumbeats and one begins to wonder just how much inspiration they've taken from Dark Tranquillity over the years. But whereas Mikael Stanne's presence and voice are ageless (as yet), Chrigel's is increasingly weary and breathy. His growls were never too hefty, though, and a set of this length would drain any performer, much less one who plays other wind instruments when not singing. So let it never be said that Eluveitie do not give up their all to the audience. Aside from Chrigel's dominating presence, Eluveitie's top podium is rounded out by two diminutive brunettes: Meri Tadic on fiddle, Anna Murphy on hurdy-gurdy and vocals. The former smirks and swirls her hair from afar; the latter beams and hands out flowers. But Anna is capable of more than charm: her almost-a cappella rendition of the lament 'Scorched Earth' was unhinged pathos, leagues beyond the recorded take on 'Helvetios'. A couple other passages smacked a little too much of Evanescence—'A Rose for Epona'—but altogether the ancient spirits won out over the alternative. Throughout it all Chrigel and company showed great gratitude to the crowd at every opportunity and their fans responded in kind, if not quite as maniacally as after Wintersun's set. Naturally, that piqued frenzy is expected when a band of this stature debuts on foreign soil, putting the more traveled Eluveitie at a bit of a disadvantage. But it is a testament to their ongoing success that they commanded such a crowd until the very end. As for Wintersun—they were purely a pleasure. Utterly professional, and no shadow of bitterness over lost years, only elation and passion for the experiences made today. To do elsewise would admit defeat in their battle against time—a doom unacceptable to the Sons of Winter and Stars, whose 'worlds will never die'. Amen. Now where's my celestial steed? Those cosmic winds are calling.... [Other Maximum Metal Columns]
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