MY ARMS, YOUR HEARSE

The sky is dark and dismal, rain plummeting as if to cover every surrounding inch of earth. Soon, a lone piano enters to fully flesh out the mood. A few melancholic chords are played, and the scene is set. From the distance, a crescendo of cappella vocals gets stronger? stronger? stronger?

...and from this point forward, Opeth would rewrite the blueprints of progressive metal for the next decade.

My Arms, Your Hearse was a turning point for the Swedish metal act. It's the very reason we were able to have masterpieces like Still Life and Ghost Reveries in the first place, as it's the opus that cemented Opeth's standing as one of extreme metal's titans and foremost innovators. But beyond just its legacy, My Arms, Your Hearse still stands strong as its own powerful creation because of its near-seamless blend of death metal, black metal, progressive rock, folk, jazz, and blues into one cohesive offering. The twin guitar attack exhibited by Mikael Akerfeldt and Peter Lindgren got more fluid, and while Johan De Farfalla was sadly absent from this point onward, Akerfeldt himself filled in the cracks nicely on bass. On top of that, we also got a new longtime addition to the group with drummer Martin Lopez, whose musical chemistry with the rest of the band is staggering on this release (and most subsequent releases, I might add).

Whereas predecessors Morningrise and Orchid often seemed like a bunch of great ideas strung together in an arbitrary fashion, My Arms, Your Hearse builds upon much more conceptual and coherent groundwork. Because of this, the songwriting is often incredibly flowing and focused, with each idea progressing into the next in a logical way. This also makes for a lot of emotional peaks and valleys, especially when the band sways between death metal savagery and folk-like contemplations. Some of the quartet's finest moments of melancholy and sheer melodic catharsis are on display here, such as the mindblowing finales of "When" and "Demon of the Fall." But the reason these moments work so well is the balance of moods and dynamics on offer. For instance, the decision to have the reflective acoustic folk ballad "Credence" after "Demon of the Fall" provides a contrast that's as beautiful as it is stark. The way it calmly rests as a lonesome trench between two of the album's heaviest tracks provides a nice moment to sit back and rest before the brutality comes back. And even the brutality is multi-faceted in its own unique way, right from the jazzy a cappella chord that kicks off "April Ethereal" to the densely layered guitar chords in the doom metal portion of "The Amen Corner."

Speaking of layering, the production values are spectacular. Frederik Nordstrom captured the essence of a raw extreme metal recording while letting each instrument move and breathe as if having a life of its own. The "clear-meets-murky" approach was a great choice, retaining just the right amount of melodicism and accessibility while still letting the sheer intensity of the heavy moments shine through. Case in point: during the chugging one-note riff in "April Ethereal," check out how those lead guitars are playing at two separate octaves above the simple riff. The combination of the eerie leads and the crushing nature of the breakdown is exquisite, and the same goes for the complex riff patterns that cover a good chunk of "Demon of the Fall." The harmonies are bleak and depressing, a good fit for the relentless guttural vocals and the aggressive rhythm guitar assault. There's even some jazz influence in the guitar chords during its finale! Really, the only criticism I'd level at the record is that "Karma" and "Epilogue" weren't quite the best pieces to end on. "Epilogue" feels like it could have been cut in half, and "Karma"'s death metal sections get a bit overlong and bland, particularly during its ending.

It's fascinating to think we'd eventually (arguably) get an even more brilliant album with Still Life, but I like to consider My Arms, Your Hearse the album that made it possible in the first place. This was the true stepping stone, the record that brought Opeth to a new level in both their music and their acclaim as one of Sweden's most promising metal acts at the time. My Arms, Your Hearse is a masterwork steeped in brutality and despair, and it hasn't aged one bit with time.