There is a loam-like richness to the guitar tone and a brightness to the strings, especially the violin, that is almost verdant. Waldgeflüster expertly evokes the living, breathing wildness of an old growth forest, while also allowing enough space for a cold, plaintive wind to blow through in the form of the harsh, wraith-like vocals and steely electronic elements.
With so much shivering life in the instrumentation, it is the human voice, perhaps best captured on the hair-raising performance on "Wenn die Morgensonn...," that seems the most alien. While this is black metal that is much more rain-soaked and vine-choked than it is frostbitten, a cold wind still blows through the heart of Meine Fesseln. (Bindrune)