RAPTURE: Futile (Spikefarm 1999)
Soon the arms of desolation will lean out over you. Notice the fluttering shadows casting on the outer bend of that subside river formation? Notice the distant trees of grey? Your eyes must see that they're approaching. Draft death, spell mist, but nothing succeeds in evaporating the unseen faith and fathom. A delegation of grasshoppers grieves over the vanishing life, unable to remit the wrong moves, the lost gamble. The soil has turned into blue dust, the air covered with thick fog, you're the chosen one to portrait the atmosphere Rapture precedes. A non-existent decaying crow governs your mind, not one iota of crystallic water to cleanse the distress.
Futile is folded in blue, enigmatic shades, as the innards very much likewise entrust in the Holy Grail found by Katatonia. The irony would be overdone if Rapture covering a larger field of Swedes was comfort to see the light of the day, which fortunately, still performs to bypass. Is the world like me? Petri Eskelinen, vocalist of Rapture, do you have expectations that there's an individual in the world who doesn't opinion Futile resembling Brave Murder Day a lot more than a lot? Welcome mr. Eskelinen, commanding his vocabulary:
"As a matter of fact, it doesn't interest me. I am personally very satisfied with the album. We knew to expect these Katatonia comparisons already when recording the album. Of course, if you want to scurry the path of least resistance, it's easy to dismiss us as a Katatonia clone. Everyone has his own view to things and his own opinion."
The skill of playing is not what worries me in metal. Everyone can have their Trey Azagthoth, Yngwie Malmsteen or Chuck Schuldiner until the day they mold beneath the grass, but despite metal's glorious heritage of dazzling lead vocalists, it appears unreasonably exacting for all kind of hoarsers to stay in note with decent clean singing, instead of using the mundane deep grumble, familiar from countless Disney full-length family-favourites. What's Rapture's excuse for always passing proper styles of singing and in place join the 'look, I can handle the effect button' hordes?
"In our situation the blame from absence of clean singing can be fully addressed to the low self-confidence of the undersigned. You are right, the threshold for such activity is much higher than many even think. However, we decided to try a short snatch on Futile (the song) and we thought it worked pretty well indeed."
"Only, on that point of recording it was already too late to start to compose any new vocal melodies. The snatch used on the album was also one that developed completely by accident. The new material will however, I assume, include more variety also on the singing department, meaning there'll be more clean vocaling, too. Yet the old throat voice will probably not be thrown aside. Not by now at least."
The album, recorded in October and released in November - it didn't eat many a day to clip up the admittedly stylish package, as we see - there's no great vibe to it, not in my pantlegs at least. If only originality was the headstone.
Partaking in the above, some references blurted out alongside Rapture run Katatonia: Brave Murder Day, Paradise Lost: Gothic and Opeth: Orchid. Call it a cheesy flavour. That diverse, sincerely?
"Sure. Why not?"
Ahem. I could probably fabricate a dozen of ugly-pugly reasons, but, for once, I'll leave silent.
"That's nice... And if the album doesn't please you, sell it. Someone could even pay money for it. Still, I hope the record produces some joy on these cold winter days. I myself have got many street-respectable coasters out of bland black metal albums."
Mind you, reader, that in spite of everything said or unsaid, Futile is not an all-time low. Not nearly.
And they didn't even have a Gandalfic thank list.
(8) To take captive the cretan bull