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Imaginaerum (2011)
In which Tuomas Holopainen eclipses every dream he has ever had about the concept of Nightwish, for better and definitely for worse. It’s a cornucopia of Dead Boy fetishes on display here, as Tuommy opens up his freaky little toy chest and throws every single thing to the wall. Enter the carnival…
Taikatavli is a beautiful, moody, Finnish intro that really sets the stage perfectly. I love Marko singing folk and I love it as an opener. Storytime gives us a pretty perfect Nightwish song on paper, but as the years go by I get sick of the chorus before the bridge even hits. The bridge is great, though, even with the slightly hamfisted transition back into the 17th chorus repetition. Also, fucking kill me with the Peter Pan shit. We’re back to AFF here with some of the cheesy lyrics. Ghost River has a killer main riff, a nice verse that lets Anette breathe and attempt to sing atonally…which lends mixed results. In general, Anette is far less effective on this album than on DPP, also because she is given less to do. Marko, once again, kills this song. He’s definitely the highlight so far (spoiler: this will not change). The chorus is oddly catchy, but again, why the fuck do we have to hear it a hundred times? Why is it doubled every time? Do we really need to repeat the exact melody with the children’s choir?! I’m not even opposed to the chorus of dead boys, it definitely fits the theme of the song, but holy hell couldn’t there be a different melody?!
Slow, Love, Slow might actually be my favorite song here because it’s easily the most unique track in the catalogue. Twin Peaks-style speakeasy jazzy blues is not what I expect from Nightwish and this is well done. Even Emppu’s meandering solo is cool. I Want My Tears Back is a great song, I truly can’t hate anything about it (except the amount of chorus repetitions), but I’ve just heard it so many times live that I have nothing to really say. I’m always a sucker for upbeat folk melodies on pipes. Scaretale is super interesting, but not as effective as I think Tuomas would hope. It’s fun to hear Anette do some Halloween acting and the song is certainly a more adventurous composition than most of the album, but all I’m here for is Marko being Tom Waits. Hands down the best part of the album. I’d listen to a whole song of just that part.
Arabesque is nothing. Turn Loose the Mermaids is another pretty song with a pretty melody that we are treated to about 493 times before the song is over. My only issue with this little ballad is the way Anette sings “eyyyyyez”. Rest Calm is a cool, heavy doomy number that would be way cooler if the chorus didn’t take up literally half its runtime. The dichotomy between heavy and quiet is cool, Marko steals the show, but it’s just too repetitive. Ope, there’s that dead boy choir again!
I always forget The Crow, The Owl and The Dove exists. Again, nothing wrong with it, it just doesn’t go anywhere beyond its two melody lines. Nice quiet singing between Anette and Marko, though. Last Ride of the Day is another great, typical Nightwish rocker that I very much enjoy, but have heard it so many times I have nothing more to say.
And then, the big kahuna, the giant ego-stroking (and literal stroking) Song Of Myself arrives…an ode to Tuommy written by Tuomas about Mr. Holopainen dedicated to The Dead Boy and inspired by the Ocean Soul. The first half is nothing special and is not even 1/10th as good as Poet and The Pendulum. The second half is so immensely awful, so ridiculously melodramatic and stupid that I don’t think I can talk about it. There aren’t enough curse words.
This album is, at its core, the folkiest album they’d ever write. Every song tells a story, the whole thing tells a story, and the melodies are woven so deeply into the songs that you can’t help but memorize them after only 1-2 listens. And that’s not necessarily a good thing. Every prominent melody on this album is insanely catchy, but unfortunately they are never given the chance to breathe. Every song beats you to death with the hooks, over and over and over again until, when the end finally cums your tears are cascading due to repetition. Conceptually, this might be Tuomas’ most ambition album ever, but instrumentally and compositionally it is definitely the simplest.
I had hoped that after years without hearing this album I would come to have a different view on it. But alas, I do not. In fact, I might dislike it more. There was literally nowhere to go after this album but to reinvent the band.
C+
In which Tuomas Holopainen eclipses every dream he has ever had about the concept of Nightwish, for better and definitely for worse. It’s a cornucopia of Dead Boy fetishes on display here, as Tuommy opens up his freaky little toy chest and throws every single thing to the wall. Enter the carnival…
Taikatavli is a beautiful, moody, Finnish intro that really sets the stage perfectly. I love Marko singing folk and I love it as an opener. Storytime gives us a pretty perfect Nightwish song on paper, but as the years go by I get sick of the chorus before the bridge even hits. The bridge is great, though, even with the slightly hamfisted transition back into the 17th chorus repetition. Also, fucking kill me with the Peter Pan shit. We’re back to AFF here with some of the cheesy lyrics. Ghost River has a killer main riff, a nice verse that lets Anette breathe and attempt to sing atonally…which lends mixed results. In general, Anette is far less effective on this album than on DPP, also because she is given less to do. Marko, once again, kills this song. He’s definitely the highlight so far (spoiler: this will not change). The chorus is oddly catchy, but again, why the fuck do we have to hear it a hundred times? Why is it doubled every time? Do we really need to repeat the exact melody with the children’s choir?! I’m not even opposed to the chorus of dead boys, it definitely fits the theme of the song, but holy hell couldn’t there be a different melody?!
Slow, Love, Slow might actually be my favorite song here because it’s easily the most unique track in the catalogue. Twin Peaks-style speakeasy jazzy blues is not what I expect from Nightwish and this is well done. Even Emppu’s meandering solo is cool. I Want My Tears Back is a great song, I truly can’t hate anything about it (except the amount of chorus repetitions), but I’ve just heard it so many times live that I have nothing to really say. I’m always a sucker for upbeat folk melodies on pipes. Scaretale is super interesting, but not as effective as I think Tuomas would hope. It’s fun to hear Anette do some Halloween acting and the song is certainly a more adventurous composition than most of the album, but all I’m here for is Marko being Tom Waits. Hands down the best part of the album. I’d listen to a whole song of just that part.
Arabesque is nothing. Turn Loose the Mermaids is another pretty song with a pretty melody that we are treated to about 493 times before the song is over. My only issue with this little ballad is the way Anette sings “eyyyyyez”. Rest Calm is a cool, heavy doomy number that would be way cooler if the chorus didn’t take up literally half its runtime. The dichotomy between heavy and quiet is cool, Marko steals the show, but it’s just too repetitive. Ope, there’s that dead boy choir again!
I always forget The Crow, The Owl and The Dove exists. Again, nothing wrong with it, it just doesn’t go anywhere beyond its two melody lines. Nice quiet singing between Anette and Marko, though. Last Ride of the Day is another great, typical Nightwish rocker that I very much enjoy, but have heard it so many times I have nothing more to say.
And then, the big kahuna, the giant ego-stroking (and literal stroking) Song Of Myself arrives…an ode to Tuommy written by Tuomas about Mr. Holopainen dedicated to The Dead Boy and inspired by the Ocean Soul. The first half is nothing special and is not even 1/10th as good as Poet and The Pendulum. The second half is so immensely awful, so ridiculously melodramatic and stupid that I don’t think I can talk about it. There aren’t enough curse words.
This album is, at its core, the folkiest album they’d ever write. Every song tells a story, the whole thing tells a story, and the melodies are woven so deeply into the songs that you can’t help but memorize them after only 1-2 listens. And that’s not necessarily a good thing. Every prominent melody on this album is insanely catchy, but unfortunately they are never given the chance to breathe. Every song beats you to death with the hooks, over and over and over again until, when the end finally cums your tears are cascading due to repetition. Conceptually, this might be Tuomas’ most ambition album ever, but instrumentally and compositionally it is definitely the simplest.
I had hoped that after years without hearing this album I would come to have a different view on it. But alas, I do not. In fact, I might dislike it more. There was literally nowhere to go after this album but to reinvent the band.
C+