Do you feel like you need something meaningful? The newest album of Dynfari, The Four Doors Of The Mind, is very complex and weaves gracefully between black metal and post-rock. It also proves that music written from the bottom of the heart will pull the right strings in the listener. So breathe in, go and get mesmerized by Dynfari.
It´s June 10th. A bit more than two years has passed and I’m waiting again for another important moment in the history of Dynfari. The release show of their 4th album The Four Doors Of The Mind kicks off in only a few minutes. Could it take place in a more proper space than Gaukurinn? The answer is: no. I’m standing there close to the curtain, which divides bar and gig zone, and I´m feeling almost like being on the other side of the mirror. Excitement of beginning my journey through The Four Doors Of The Mind increases. Dynfari will offer you such a guiding service that most likely happens only once in a lifetime.
This four-piece has firmly established itself as one of the best on the Icelandic metal scene for the past 7 years. As much as you can enjoy them in the darkness with candles and joss sticks, I can honestly say their new album is also a mind-blowing soundtrack for white night walks along the shore, when at 2.30 a.m. you are not sure whether it´s still bright or rather bright again.
The Four Doors Of The Mind opened at Gaukurinn to show the ways of coping with pain. It’s dark and the voice of Jóhann Örn guides me to The 1st Door: Sleep the way the narrator does when he knows exactly what will happen next. Calm and melancholy surround me as soon as I step into their inner world. Leading guitar rocks you to sleep so you could soak into oblivion and reboot yourself. Close your eyes and surrender the melody. Follow the light. Dynfari manages to create such an atmosphere that I didn’t even notice when I’m lead by the hand through the doorstep of Forgetting.
After hitting you with black metal influences, Dynfari captivates with flowing guitar sounds enwinding around rhythm section with such a solid bass spine shaped by Hjálmar Gylfason. One of the guitars takes care of your inner peace, doesn’t let you quit a state of wondering, being on the surface of sleep. The other makes all the colours scream. For a short moment when I open my eyes during this show I realize that in this sonic frenzy the drummer Jón Emil needs only one move to unleash the storm. With a poker face, as if nothing has just happened.
I woke up after entering The 3rd Door: Madness. Dynfari can go crazy with the intensity and that’s what I’m looking for in music – such an intensity that makes you discovered you are a damn relentless waterfall while hearing this tremolo. Such intensity that grabs a rotten potato in your chest and pulls out. A hypnotizing moment full of magic.
When the mind falls deep into madness and stops controlling own processes, the last door opens. The door of death. In the final composition Dynfari spins you around like in a loop to slowly but steady reach a furious climax. It’s like fighting against something that you don’t really understand. Afterwards you’re out of energy but you feel relief. Are you still sure that both your body and mind were at Gaukurinn? I dare to think that Dynfari just sent your mind far away that evening. Creating such a mood, they don’t need any fireworks to cast a spell. Just let them play.
To my astonishment the utterly absorbing show of Dynfari is over, although it feels like they just started. Fortunately, the band comes back with two more compositions from the older records. When we went together through sleep, forgetting, madness and death, only hopelessness is left (Vonleysi). Let yourself find peace… or wait for next such complete works of Dynfari.