Review: Týr – The Lay of Thrym


2009’s By the Light of the Northern Star was a huge transition for Týr, the only band I know of from the Faroe Islands. No more slow, plodding, progressive folk metal. The band became a bit more aggressive, a bit faster… a bit more in keeping with the folk metal standard. It was still distinctly and undeniably Tyr; I can only fairly describe it as a change for the worse if I preface that it’s still better than most else out there. But for better or worse, it was something more like “heavy folk metal” than “progressive folk metal.” To sum up The Lay of Thrym in a nutshell, it takes the band’s new approach and improves on it.

In which case, you might say it’s pretty damn good. The opening track, Flames of the Free is just deliciously catchy, and, unlike Hold the Heathen Hammer High, it’s not so redundant that a dozen plays will demote it from enjoyable to obnoxious. Such a track does exist, unfortunately, in the form of Take Your Tyrant, but it is conveniently further in and thus easily skipped when it begins to wear on you. It is also followed by my favorite song on the album, Evening Star:

Which is a kind of unlikely contender. I mean, if you read these articles you have an idea of what I listen to by now. I’m not exactly into rock ballads. Tyr have always been their best at slower tempos though, in my opinion, and here they pulled off something completely captivating. I think it might be the most beautiful song they’ve written, and it is well placed to ease off of Take Your Tyrant.

The next track I want to highlight is the album’s second: Shadow of the Swastika. For a band as popular as Tyr (at least by folk metal standards), it’s a really ballsy inclusion. The song is a reaction to ignorant accusations that Tyr are racist for their Norse-centric lyrics and imagery. (The band’s logo includes an ancient runic symbol at one time employed by the Nazi party.) It simultaneously denounces anyone who thinks the modern generation should feel guilty about crimes committed 70 years ago and anyone who attempts to justify those crimes.

That might seem like common sense, but it’s something difficult to state. The critics who labeled Tyr racist in the first place are likely to interpret this song as saying “It’s time to get over the Holocaust” and have a field day, but obviously that’s not what Tyr are getting at, and I think they did an excellent job of making their case to anyone willing to hear it. The song is significant because they make no apologies. They aren’t saying “Please try to see that we aren’t racist,” they’re saying it should be obvious that they aren’t racist, and if you thought otherwise fuck off. Maybe some people will find it immature–will think that such accusations don’t deserve a response in the first place. But having made the choice to tackle a touchy subject, Tyr did it right.

You who think the hue of your hide means you are to blame, and your father’s misdeeds are his son’s to carry in shame: Not mine, I’ll take no part. You can shove the sins of the your father where no light may pass, and kiss my Scandinavian ass.

You who think the hue of your hide means you get to blame the black for your own faults and so bring humanity shame: Make sure you count me out of the ranks of you inbred morons with your sewer gas, and kiss my Scandinavian ass.

Pages of the past, how long will they last? A lie lost in the legacy of fools left us this parody unsurpassed. Pages of the past, how long will they last? The shadow of the Swastika by fools’ fears now for far too long has been cast.

I will leave you with the fifth track, Hall of Freedom. The album seems to stack its catchiest or otherwise most noticeable songs early on, with the final five requiring a bit more attention to hit home, thus I’ve only discussed and sampled the first half of The Lay of Thrym here. Regardless, it is a solid product nearly to the end (I could live without the bonus cover songs). My final verdict on The Lay of Thrym: It’s a big step up from By the Light of the Northern Star, which was a pretty decent album itself. Don’t expect the vibe of say, Eric the Red or Land on here, but it’s still no disappointment. To fans and newcomers alike I highly recommend it.

Song of the Day: Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood (performed by Santa Esmeralda)


Okay, two quick confessions.  First off, I really wanted to write this post in Spanish because it’s Cinco De Mayo but unfortunately, other than a few phrases I picked up from my mom, I don’t speak Spanish.  Secondly, I’ve done some research and I’ve discovered that the band featured here (Santa Esmeralda) is actually a French group.  So, despite the fact that Santa Esmeralda’s cover of Don’t Let Me Misunderstood is obviously influenced by Latin music, it’s still not exactly ideal for Cinco De Mayo.

But you know what?  When I first heard this song on the soundtrack for Kill Bill Volume One, I immediately fell in love with it and I forced my mom to listen to all 10 minutes of it and she loved it too.  And unlike me, my mom grew up speaking Spanish and actually had a very pretty singing voice.  She was also very proud of her heritage.  So, if this song was good enough for her, it’s good enough for me.

I have to admit, as well, that when I first heard Santa Esmeralda’s version, I assumed that the cover had been recorded specifically for the Kill Bill soundtrack.  Well, turns out I was not only wrong, I was way wrong.  This cover version was actually recorded way back in 1977.

I also thought, before I started writing this post, that the song was originally performed by the Animals.  Wrong again.  The song was first written in 1964 by Bennie Benjamin, Gloria Caldwell, and Sol Marcus and it was originally performed by Nina Simone.  Then, in 1965, the Animals did their famous cover.  The Animals’ version of the song is the one that got stuck in my head when I was dating this guy who worked at Mervyn’s because, oh my God, it was playing all the freaking time in that store!

But the Santa Esmeralda version is my favorite and it is today’s song of the day.

Song of the Day: The Golden Path (performed by the Chemical Brothers and Wayne Coyne)


There’s no big story behind why I have selected this particular song for Song of the Day, beyond the fact that I love the Chemical Brothers and this song — The Golden Path — always brings me a certain amount of peace.  If nothing else, you must see the Chemical Brothers live at least once before you die.

Song of the Day: High Roller (performed by the Crystal Method)


A few days ago, I used to the song of the day feature to highlight the Crystal Method’s Trip Like I Do.  And in that post, I mentioned that Trip Like I Do makes me drive too fast.  Well, there’s another song off of the Crystal Method’s Vegas CD that I always make it a point to listen to while driving and that is High Roller.  If Trip Like I Do makes me slam down on the accelerator, High Roller makes me slow down and watch the world collapse around me.

(Clicking on the video below will redirect you to YouTube and the acual song.  I apologize for that — usually, I hate elitist, communistic bullshit like that but I really like this song.)

Song of the Day: When Your Mind’s Made UP (performed by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova)


It’s St. Patrick Day!  Now, I can’t speak for everyone but for me, this is the only holiday that matters.  For one thing, it gives me a convenient excuse to show off some of my Irish Folk Dance moves.  For another, it gives me an excuse to say things like, “I’m just a good Irish girl,” in the closest I can come to an Irish accent.  (Admittedly, that’s not very close.  My own accent tends to be kinda twangy and country.) 

Oh!  And there’s another great thing about St. Patrick’s Day.  It gives me an excuse to wear green and I look really good in green.  Today, I’m green from my eyeshadow to my underwear.

Anyway, with all that mind, it was pretty easy to pick today’s song of the day.  One of my favorite films of 2007 was a wonderfully romantic and charmingly low-key Irish film called Once.  The film’s soundtrack, which I’ve been listening to all day today, is one of my all-time favorites. 

One of my favorite songs on that soundtrack — and my pick for song of the day — is When Your Mind’s Made Up, performed by the film’s stars Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova.  As actors, performers, and as a real-life couple (awwwwwww!)*, Hansard and Irglova have this amazing chemistry and it’s on display in the video posted below.

(By the way, can I be like really, really sappy here without everyone rolling their eyes and getting all “Gaggggggg!” on me?  Sometimes, if I’m feeling really sentimental and silly, I think about how Jeff is like Glen Hansard and I’m like Marketa Irglova.  And then I start singing another song from the movie — the Oscar-winning Falling Slowly.  Or at least I sing a version of it because I have a hard time remembering lyrics.)

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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*According to Wikipedia, Hansard and Irglova are apparently no longer a couple. 😦

Song the Day: Trip Like I Do (performed by the Crystal Method)


Today’s song of the day is the original version of the Crystal Method’s Trip Like I Do.  I love driving to this song even though it’s been responsible for me getting pulled over a few times for speeding.  (Luckily, I’m a girl and I know how to make myself cry.)  This is also the song that, over the past few hours, has inspired me to leave a dozen or so “Oh my god, this is the best…” messages on my friend Evelyn’s voicemail. 

Song of the day: Every Day Is Exactly The Same (performed by Nine Inch Nails)


Hearing “The Hand That Feeds” playing in the background of the trailer for Red Riding Hood inspired me to go to my CD collection and dig out Nine Inch Nails’ Without Teeth (released in 2005 but not purchased by tone-deaf little me until 2007).  Originally, I was thinking of doing a post about “The Hand That Feeds” but as I listened, I rediscovered my favorite song from Without Teeth, “Every Day Is Exactly The Same.” 

Every time I listen to this song, I feel as if I’m back in 2007 and I’m hit by deluge of bittersweet memories.  I was still in college but I had reached the point where, for the first time, I realized that I would soon be graduating and I would actually have to start living the life that all of this education was supposedly preparing me to live.  In the back of my mind, I was slowly starting to understand that everything I had always assumed would forever be in the future was now sneaking up on me.  I can remember driving to and from school, listening to this song in my car and promising myself that I would never let every day be exactly the same.  A part of me laughs when I think about how naive and innocent that sounds today.  It’s hard to believe that it was actually little less than four years ago.

I guess I should also admit that listening to this song inspired me to break up with my then-boyfriend because, as I told him, “It’s just that every day with you is exactly the same.”  Yes, for some reason, I thought that he would see my point if I phrased it that way.

Anyway, it’s still a good song.

Song of the Day: Suspiria (performed by Goblin)


Suspiria is one of my favorite films for many reasons: the pre-Black Swan combination of horror and ballet, Dario Argento’s pop art-influenced direction, the infamous close-up of that beating heart, the “s is for snakes” conversation, and Alida Valli’s ferocious performance as the instructor from Hell.  (That said, I would have gladly taken lessons from her because I think she would have inspired me to be more disciplined about dancing.)

And, of course, I love the music.  As many critics have pointed out, the film’s soundtrack (composed by Goblin) provides this film with a structure that it might otherwise lack.  Plus, it’s one of the few film soundtracks that’s actually scary if you listen to it around 3 in the morning with all the lights turned out.  I speak from personal experience.

So, in honor of one of my favorite films of all time, today’s song of the day is Goblin’s brilliant Suspiria.

(The Suspiria soundtrack is apparently out-of-print in the U.S.  However, it’s included in Anchor Bay’s 3-disc, 25th anniversary DVD.  The DVD also comes with a featurette about the making of the soundtrack.  It’s actually pretty interesting.  Goblin’s Claudio Simonetti proves to be a charming and interesting interview subject.)

Song of the Day: Under Pressure (performed by David Bowie and Queen)


So, last night, me and Jeff were at the AMC Valley View to see The Adjustment Bureau (which I’ll be reviewing here either later tonight or tomorrow).  We ended up arriving for the movie a little bit late because, while in route to the theater, we got stuck behind the dumbfug toadsucker who was driving one of those goddamn box-like Smart Cars and, of course, he was so smart that apparently, he couldn’t bring himself to risk going over 30 mph. on a three-lane street.  So, we were stuck behind him like forever and then Jeff and I ended up getting into an argument about whether the driver was a woman (as Jeff claimed) or just some old hippie with long hair (as I claimed).  The driver also had decorated his car with a lot of political bumper stickers — “Obama in ’08,” “Impeach Bush,” “White For Governor,” “Jesus Was A Community Organizer,” “Jesus Was Not A Republican,” “Socialist And Proud,” “Trees Make the Air We Breathe,” and those are just a few of them.

(Personally, I would never put any bumper stickers on my car because, quite frankly, they’re a little bit too permanent for my taste.  I guess I’m too commitment-phobic to turn my car into a propaganda machine.  However, I was once tempted to at least order an “I’m Another Person Not Reading Your Crazy, Left-Wing Blog” bumper sticker and to place it on a life-sized poster of me extending my middle finger which I would have then sent to an ex-boyfriend.)

Anyway, we were stuck behind this guy for-freaking-ever and by the time we finally got around him, since both me and Jeff understand that  it’s actually more dangerous to go under the speed limit than to go over it, neither one of us had any sympathy for any of the political causes that the driver was trying to sell us on.  In fact, that driver came close to turning us into Sarah and Todd Palin.  (Don’t worry, we’re over it now.)  The lesson here, I think, is that if you’re going to turn your car into a moving advertisement for your political beliefs, make sure you can actually know how to drive.

Anyway, by the time we got in the theater, we were still kinda all like “RAWR!” about getting stuck behind that Smart Car but then we saw a trailer that soothed our nerves and calmed us down.  That trailer was for the upcoming Russell Brand film, Arthur

Now, don’t get me wrong.  The trailer looks awful and, having seen it, I now understand why so many people apparently can not stand Russell Brand.  (I liked him in Get Him To The Greek.)  Seriously, if not for one redeeming feature, the trailer for Arthur would hace to be the worst trailer since the trailer for Sanctum.

Playing in the background throughout the entire trailer was an old song from David Bowie and Queen, Under Pressure.  As long as we simply ignored Russell Brand and Geraldine James and just listened to the music, the Arthur trailer was not only bearable but actually enjoyable.  If nothing else, this song soothes our souls and brought both Jeff and me back onto the path of relative sanity.

Anyway, with all that in mind, how could I not devote a post to David Bowie and Queen’s Under Pressure?

A Quickie With Lisa Marie: These Boots Are Made For Walkin’ (performed by Nancy Sinatra)


These Boots Are Made For Walkin’ is one of my favorite songs, one of those that is perfect for making either an entrance or an exit.  There’s probably not a day that passes without this song playing somewhere in the back of my head.

Written by Lee Hazelwood, this song has been recorded by everyone from Jessica Simpson to Megadeth but I prefer the version that made it famous, Nancy Sinatra’s.

Plus, the video for Nancy’s version cracks me up because, if you look real closely, one the dancers has got a run in her hose. *

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*Actually, as I sit here typing this on my lunch break, so do I.