The influential Wolves In The Throne Room deliver their latest black metal opus; Estuary.

WOLVES IN THE THRONE ROOM

Few bands have shaped the sound and the self-image of American black metal quite like Wolves In The Throne Room. Formed in Olympia, Washington, in 2002 by brothers Aaron and Nathan Weaver, who, according to band lore, held their very first practice in a cabin on an abandoned farm, they spent the following two decades proving that black metal did not have to be imported wholesale from Norway to mean something. Their version was rooted in the rain-soaked forests of the Pacific Northwest rather than frozen fjords, concerned with ecology and ritual rather than corpse paint and church fires, and it helped give rise to an entire regional strain that writers came to label Cascadian black metal. Estuary is their first new album in five years, and it arrives with an unusually vivid premise: a world one thousand years after our own has ended.

Their first release, in 2004, was a CD-R famously wrapped in fur and packaged with moss. Debut album Diadem Of 12 Stars was cut for little more than a thousand dollars in a San Francisco studio, before Southern Lord picked them up and the run of Two Hunters, Black Cascade and Celestial Lineage turned a cult concern into one of the most influential names in the genre.

A RESTLESS LINEAGE

Since then, they have never sat still for long. Celestite set drums and vocals aside entirely in favour of synthesisers and atmosphere; Thrice Woven brought Steve Von Till and Anna von Hausswolf into the fold; and 2021’s Primordial Arcana, their first full-length for Relapse, found them more focused and arguably more metal than they had been in a decade. The 2023 EP Crypt Of Ancestral Knowledge kept the flame alive in the meantime, but Estuary is the first full statement since then, and the five-year gap has only sharpened the sense of occasion.

What has always made the band matter, beyond the records themselves, is the worldview that came with them. Their early years were bound up with a back-to-the-land sensibility and a deep suspicion of modern industrial life, and that outlook gave their music a sincerity that much of the genre’s posturing lacked. Where second-wave orthodoxy looked inward, towards Satan and misanthropy, Wolves In The Throne Room looked outward, to old-growth forest, seasons, and the deep time of the natural world. Alongside the likes of Agalloch and Fauna, they made the Pacific Northwest one of the most fertile regions for atmospheric black metal anywhere, and a generation of bands across the globe have followed the path they cleared.

ESTUARY

Estuary takes that restless lineage somewhere new: into outright speculative fiction. “Our new LP ‘Estuary’ is set 1000 years in the future after the end of civilisation,” Nathan Weaver explains, picturing a landscape in which those who outlived the collapse scratch out an existence among the wreckage, and strange new faiths spring up in the wilds. Within that world, the estuaries themselves become sites of genuine power – “If wilderness overcame the cities in the future, the estuaries would be realms of power and magic,” in Weaver’s words. It is a natural evolution for a band whose music has always imagined a world beyond the human, and on Estuary that idea finally gets its own map, mythology, and history.

There is also something revealing in how calmly Weaver talks about this imagined collapse. “I’ve always felt such calm at the idea of humanity vanishing from the world, and nature reclaiming everything,” he says, and that serenity is the key to understanding the record. This is not doom-mongering or apocalyptic spectacle in the vein of a disaster movie. It is closer to a pastoral: a vision of an earth that has quietly moved on without us, rewilded and re-enchanted, where the rusting machinery of our age has become the raw material for new myths. For a band so long associated with the forest, it is a fascinating shift in perspective: the woods are no longer a refuge from civilisation but the thing that has outlived it.

THE WORLD WITHOUT US

The idea of a post-human world has a long cultural tail, of course. Alan Weisman’s The World Without Us famously imagined how quickly nature would reclaim our cities if humanity disappeared overnight, and the notion of rewilding has moved from the fringes into the mainstream of environmental thinking. What Wolves In The Throne Room add is the mythic dimension, the suggestion that in such a world, the survivors would not simply endure but would invent new gods, new rituals, and new stories from the debris of the old. It is a deeply black metal idea, in its way: a rejection of the present in favour of something older and wilder, simply projected forwards in time instead of backwards.

Sound-wise, this is a harder, grittier record than Primordial Arcana. The band themselves have been unusually forthright about the role of industrial noise on this album, and that adds a new kind of texture to their established palette – the tremolo-picked guitar storms, the hypnotic repetition, the synthesisers that Aaron Weaver has long used to open up space between the riffs. Where earlier albums often felt like they were drifting through mist and moss, these new songs carry a sense of corrosion and decay, as though the forest has grown up through the shell of a factory. It is still unmistakably Wolves In The Throne Room, but the edges are rougher, and the air is heavier.

AN INDUSTRIAL NOISE

Wolves In The Throne Room have always carried something of a punk self-sufficiency, from their fur-wrapped first release to building their own studio. Industrial noise, with its roots in abrasion and anti-polish, is in many ways a natural extension of that spirit rather than a betrayal of it. It also suits the subject matter: if Estuary is about the ruins of the machine age, it is only right that the music should bear a few scars and a little grime of its own.

The choice of estuaries as the album’s central image is a shrewd one, too, and not just for the band’s geography. Estuaries are places of meeting and mixing, where salt water and fresh water collide, where the river finally gives itself to the sea and they have a long history as sacred, liminal territory. Around Olympia, the southern reaches of Puget Sound are threaded with them, and the band’s own video for the title track lingers on a blue heron watching over one. It is a fitting emblem for a record so concerned with thresholds: between the old world and the new, between the living and the dead, between civilisation and the wild that waits to take it back.

WIND-BLOWN SHRIEKS

Vocally, the band look set to make the most of having more than one voice in the room. Nathan Weaver remains the lead, his rasping, wind-blown shriek as central to their identity as ever, but Keyworth, Baudhuin and Aaron Weaver are all credited with vocals in the current line-up, which opens the door to the layered chants, choral textures and call-and-response passages that suit an album so steeped in ritual. On a record about new religions forming in the ruins, a sense of collective, congregational voice would make perfect thematic sense.

Estuary opens the album with the title track, and as the most recent single, it also serves as the clearest statement of what this new era looks like. The self-produced video does a lot of the scene-setting, following otherworldly, myth-touched figures through a ruined landscape of broken concrete and buckled railway lines, the undergrowth already well on its way to winning. It is a striking visual shorthand for the album’s entire premise; our infrastructure reduced to scenery, and the song itself lives up to that framing. At around seven minutes, it is one of the more compact pieces on the record, but it does not feel rushed: it establishes the album’s mood and its sense of place with real confidence, and it makes for a commanding opening gambit. As a first chapter in a story told over close to fifty minutes, it is exactly the right length.

KNIGHTS OF TIAMAT

Knights Of Tiamat is the one I find most intriguing on paper. Its origin, by Kody Keyworth’s account, lies in a dream he had while the band were touring Germany, in which tiny tribes of the far future worshipped decaying wind turbine towers as sacred monuments. It is a brilliant image, the clean-energy cathedrals of our age reimagined as the ruined idols of another – and the title doubles down on it. In the Babylonian creation epic, the Enuma Elish, Tiamat is the primordial goddess of salt water, whose waters mingled with those of Apsu, the god of fresh water, to give birth to the first gods. In other words, the myth at the root of the song’s title is itself an estuary.

Whether by design or by happy accident, it ties the track to the album’s central idea beautifully. At well over eight minutes, there is plenty of room for the band to build that ritual atmosphere, and the fact that the band have named their European tour after it suggests they see it as one of the album’s pillars.

POST-HUMAN

Foretold In Reflections is the longest track on the album, running close to ten minutes, and sits at the record’s heart. Wolves In The Throne Room have always been at their most powerful in the long form, so think of the sprawling, patient structures of Two Hunters or Celestial Lineage, where songs unfold like weather systems rather than verse-chorus constructions – and I would expect this to be where the band stretch out most fully. The title suggests prophecy and divination, perhaps a glimpse of the future visible in still water, which would fit neatly within an album that is, after all, set in a world foretold. On a record this committed to its world-building, the longest piece is unlikely to be filler, and I suspect it will turn out to be the album’s emotional and musical centre of gravity.

The Orca Cliffs anchors the album firmly in its home waters. Orcas are one of the defining animals of the Salish Sea, and the title paints a picture of a coastline where the killer whales have reclaimed the shoreline as their own, the cliffs above them perhaps the last remnants of some coastal city. At just under eight minutes, it is another expansive piece, and there is something irresistible about the idea of the band soundtracking this particular corner of their post-human Pacific Northwest. If any track on Estuary is going to bring back the oceanic sweep of the band’s most atmospheric work, it seems likely to be this one, and I expect it to make full use of Aaron Weaver’s synthesiser work to evoke that sense of vast, cold depth.

WRETCHED SPIRITS

Ghosts Among The Obelisks, throughout all my listens, remains the most complete track of the record and its story is brought to life in a video the band made themselves, tracking a lone warrior’s pilgrimage, in the band’s phrase, “from the lowlands of the old world to a mountain sanctuary,” through a wasteland where the dead have never quite left. It is classic Wolves In The Throne Room in its scale and patience, but there is a martial, purposeful edge to it as well, the song moving with the determination of its protagonist rather than drifting with the tide. The image of obelisks, monuments whose original purpose has been forgotten, now standing as haunted relics in the wilderness feels like a perfect encapsulation of the album’s themes, and it is one of the most effective storytelling exercises in the band’s catalogue.

Wretched Spirits, Land Of Light closes the record and, at a little over six minutes, is the shortest track on the album. The title holds the album’s central tension in a single line: the restless dead on one side, a landscape bathed in light on the other. After the warrior’s pilgrimage in Ghosts Among The Obelisks, it is tempting to read it as the arrival, the sanctuary reached or at least glimpsed, and the band have always had a gift for closing records on a note of exhausted transcendence.

UNEASY PEACE

If it lands as it should, Estuary will end not in catastrophe but in a kind of uneasy peace. This is precisely where Weaver’s calm vision of a post-human world seems to point, bringing the album full circle: a record that begins at the water’s edge, among the ruins, ending somewhere higher and brighter, the tide of history having finally gone out on our age and left something stranger and more beautiful behind.

Taken as a whole, the shape of Estuary is a telling one. Six tracks, almost all of them pushing past the seven-minute mark, with nothing resembling a radio edit in sight, this is a band confident enough in their craft to let their songs take as long as they need. Combined with the self-production, the analogue recording methods, and the church-room drums, it suggests a record made very much on the band’s own terms. That has always been their way, of course, but there is a particular boldness in returning after five years with an album this conceptually ambitious and this unapologetically long-form.

A GENUINE CHANGE

The industrial elements the band have been talking up are a genuine change in direction, and whether they enrich the band’s established sound or sit awkwardly beside it will be the make-or-break factor for long-time fans. Wolves In The Throne Room have never lacked courage, and Celestite proved that.

There is also the matter of expectation. Primordial Arcana was warmly received, and five years is a long time in which anticipation can harden into something unrealistic. Estuary will inevitably be measured against Two Hunters and Celestial Lineage, records that have taken on near-mythic status,. It would be unfair to expect any band to recapture the shock of the new that those albums delivered.

What Estuary appears to offer instead is something arguably more valuable at this point in their career: evidence of a band still pushing at the edges of their own sound, more than two decades in, rather than simply refining a formula. That matters more than it might seem. Plenty of bands from black metal’s mid-2000s boom have either stalled or settled into comfortable self-repetition, and the fact that Wolves In The Throne Room are still asking new questions of their music – about genre, about technology, about the future is a quiet rebuke to that kind of inertia. Even if Estuary does not land every blow, an album that tries this much is worth more than one that risks nothing.

EVOLVING LANGUAGE

That restlessness is what has always set Wolves In The Throne Room apart. At a time when atmospheric black metal can too easily become a stock aesthetic – the misty forest photos, the long tremolo passages, the vague nature mysticism – they continue to treat it as a living, evolving language, capable of addressing ecology, myth, technology and the deep future all at once. Estuary takes that conviction to its most ambitious conclusion yet: a black metal record that imagines not the end of the world, but what grows in its place.

Estuary looks set to be a significant addition to one of the most important catalogues in modern black metal, and for a band that returns after five years with a fully realised post-human mythology, a church-recorded rhythm section and a song inspired by a dream about wind turbines is clearly not running out of ideas. The tide, it seems, is still coming in.

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