This is the ninth full length album.
Winter Always Returns now is complete as Appalachian Winter’s ninth full album! I’ll give you folks the links immediately following before blithering on about crap that most people won’t care about:
Edit: Download links for single songs no longer exist. Those three songs are still available in the full album .zip file (link below):
Darkness – Streaming
Coldness – Streaming
Entrancement – Streaming
OR get the whole album here (songs have been revised heavily since they were first posted and these versions are final): Streaming|Download. The individual downloads are going to be nuked anyways in a few days in favor of the full-album .zip file.
The official release date for Winter Always Returns will be the 9th of April; that’s when the physical release will become available for order. I’ll be sure to inform you of pre-orders if/when they become available.
I’ve made a channel on Minds here, so if that’s a way you’d like to follow what’s happening with Appalachian Winter, you’re welcome to subscribe.
Also, I’m looking into online distros that may help me get Appalachian Winter on places like Spotify, Rhapsody (is that still around?), iTunes, Amazon, and other places that might be more accessible than these scary-looking Mediafire links. I’ll always have this stuff free on Mediafire, so this is just about making the music more available to folks who want it through other channels. Of course, I’m going to clear this idea with NGR, who remain responsible for the physical portion of these releases.
For this album, Appalachian Winter went back to being a solo project. With luck, that won’t be permanent and Randy and Mike will be able to be back in the future. And, I think that previous statement will be a perfect teaser to the fact that I have albums (yes, plural) planned beyond this. It’s wild to think about, considering there was a time when I thought I’d be lucky to make it to five releases!
You’ll hear from me again as we get closer to April 9th. Until then, enjoy the new songs. And as always, thank you for your time and for listening. Thank you to all who share this stuff, who take the time to upload these things to YouTube or wherever, and who are out there writing reviews for an audience of zero or greater; it really means a lot to me.
Here’s what’s new:
Okay, “Into the Abode of Wolves” isn’t exactly new. In fact, last month marked the song’s ELEVENTH year – about five months before Appalachian Winter was founded – making that song older than the project itself. I figured, “Fuck it, try a new version and throw it on the album as a bonus track.” Forgive the presumptive “2019” affixment; that’s more to keep the song square for the projected year of the album release. Besides, 2018 really isn’t so long for the world at this point.
Desolation on the other hand? It’s fresh – so hot off the presses in fact that my throat still aches. Of course, if you’re listening to it as you read this, you might understand why. Here’s a fun fact (for you, not me – it hurts if you’re me!), typical vocal layers for an AW song with these God-awful roared takes can number as few as four and as many as eight. And it’s all done in one sitting per song. I love the sound that results, but how I still have a speaking voice is anyone’s guess.
Facebook, being the ridiculous fools they are, seem Hell-bent of driving away users form their site so I’ll drop links to other presences that will keep you somewhat abreast of what’s going on with this project. My Twitter account, which I recently discovered could be used for more than simply retweeting silly things I find amusing will be the most direct form. My YouTube presence will keep you informed of when a new album is done, but little else. My YouTube channel proper is here, but it will cover projects homed at Wilt Hollow Workhouse Studio, which are many more than just Appalachian Winter, so if you’re only here for AW, your best bet’s that first link. Also, a search for “Appalachian Winter” on YouTube, may yield more info and songs than what my channel accounts for, due to the gracious souls who have taken the time to upload my stuff to their channels. I also have a Gab account, but haven’t used it to post as of yet. I might well change that right now!
This post also marks that there are three songs left to go now before the album is all. It’s possible, but not the most likely thing that I’ll have anything else ready before the new year greets us, so please allow me to wish every one of you the best this season. It floors me that actual real people get a kick out of this stuff I do, even after all these years. If all else fails, see you in 2019!
All my best,
Beautiful – Streaming
Eternal – Streaming
That’s five down and four more to go! With a little luck, perhaps another one or two will be complete by the time we greet the new year.
As always, these are not final until the the whole album is done.
Cheers until next time!
Important things first – here follow the three new songs:
Endless – Streaming
Echoes – Streaming
Fierce – Streaming
They’re not final quite yet, but they never are until the album is all. Please do forgive me that.
These are all for the new album Winter Always Returns, which is now in progress. Since I usually top these things off at nine songs total, we’re already a third of the way home. As usual, Mike O’Brien will be doing MIDI replacements for the choirs and some of the orchestration, EVENTUALLY. Fucking guy’s not known for his timeliness. The only bit of bad news is that Randy Smith won’t be joining us as well this time around. He’s currently organizing his life in a new residence, so I’ll hope he can join us for what follows this album. No lie, I miss his guitar playing already. The Epochs that Built the Mountains and From the Cosmos to the Mountains would have been very different albums without him, and not in a good way.
I expect this new album to release sometime next year, mid to late.
Until the next song (or batch),
Cheers from my beautiful mountains in Pennsylvania,
It wasn’t exactly ten years ago today when it happened. It was something I came to slowly.
I like to put the exact founding of the project of Appalachian Winter to when I got the name in my head. Likely, that means it was sometime in March of 2008 when I somehow generated the name “Appalachian Winter” in that eternally empty vacuum cleaner bag I call my mind. Knowing me (which I do very well), it would have been a very short time after which I emailed my good buddy Jason with a logo request, and you can feel free to judge for yourself how that went by having a look at every release cover to this project’s name.
But it wasn’t as simple as saying “Hey, I’m going to do a black metal project. Once I have a name and a logo, all the rest will just fall into place.” The song “Into the Abode of Wolves” had been written before in – if memory serves me right – November of 2007. The writing of that song, which I remember as being a sudden and explosive happening, ended a really bad point in my life, musically. Back then, when I was doing music on my own (I’ve always had projects and bands with friends, and my solo stuff was alongside those), I was going under my name, D.G. Klyne, or D. George Klyne. I had until recently at that time planned three separate solo albums, and all of them fell apart.
Those weren’t my first failures, and they won’t be the last. But three of them on top of each other was a hefty kick in the face for me. The truth is, my solo stuff under my own name was always quite sub-par. These three albums – when I realized they had no future – would have been a step down even from what I finished before then. God, one of them was going to be a generic prog-metal effort that was trying to deal with shit like String Theory. Seriously, what the fuck was I on about with pretending I was smart like that? So that shit had no soul nor reason for existing to begin with. Another was a generic black metal album which may at least have been important in turning me towards what would later become Appalachian Winter, but the imagery and themes were generic and unfocused, meaning that it too would be soulless and without need of existence. A third would have been an acoustic album, and while that one had the best music and the most focus, it would have required a good singing voice which is something I do not at all have.
So, there I was with three legally dead albums that I had put time and blood into. That was the worst I had ever felt about my musicianship in my life, and I’ve never had a healthy relationship with my own music (I still don’t). Seriously, if my music was an actual person, I’d have some kind of psychotic co-dependent relationship with it, because I’m always stuck between being awe-struck that I can do anything with a musical instrument and then hearing other people’s music and saying, “No, everything I do is rat-fuck garbage.” The point being, I wanted out of the music thing. I wanted to sell all my shit and never have to worry about the pressure of putting an album together again. That is how the story of my musicianship almost ended.
But, by some miracle, it didn’t. Looking back, it was all too obvious what was happening. The albums I tried to make were unfulfilling and meaningless because I was doing it all for the wrong reasons. I was trying to be something I was not, doing music for somebody who was an abstraction, and doing things that would have called abilities greater than what I have down from the realm of Platonic Perfection.
Shortly after everything fell apart, “Into the Abode of Wolves” happened. It’s weird to say that about something you’ve written, like it happened to me instead of it being myself that affected change, but I’ve always had a sense that I don’t write music. Instead, it feels like I’m some vessel through which music is written. Anyway, all I knew when it was done was, “This is it. This has to be it. I finally found it, right? What my whole life as a musician has been leading up to?” The only thing that stole absolute certainty from me in the roaring high that followed the completion of that song was the track record of THREE ALBUMS FAILING ON ME SIMULTANEOUSLY. But my friends verified it. They all said things which could be boiled down to, “Yeah, I think you’ve found what you’re meant to do,” or “Yeah, this one’s different somehow, and it looks like this is the right way for you.”
I may not be smart enough to write about String Theory, but I can Goddamned write about these mountains in whom I’ve been nestled my whole life. I may not have enough abstract thought to perceive what a large audience might want and try to write for them, but I can sure as Hell write something that will make me, myself proud (kinda). I may not be able to sing well, but I can howl like a raging storm, and I’ve dealt with enough frustration that I can really put some force behind such a thing as well.
This is Appalachian Winter. It’s the best I have. It’s the top of my musicianship, the best of my poetry, and the whole of my soul.
While I do this for myself, and Appalachian Winter would exist even in a vacuum, to those of you who also enjoy this stuff along with me, you have all of my respect and gratitude. Always remember, the downloads are free and with my blessing.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
-A silly boy named Danny