Roosters crow. A goat’s bell jangles. Alpine winds sweep through the edelweiss. On the crags above, an ancient evil rises, casting shadows over a peaceable horsecart rumbling along the cobbles of the village street. In Ungfell’s Switzerland, the quaint and the terrifying coexist. This is less Calvin’s Switzerland than that of Paracelsus, where the natural and supernatural are inextricable. On Es grauet (which means “it dawns” or “dawn breaks” but can also connote horror), Ungfell’s third full-length, the listener gets a tour of the Confœderatio Helvetica as likely to evoke the Balrog (see the album art) as pastoral life. This … Continue reading REVIEW: UNGFELL – ES GRAUET