Long Lone Among the Wolves is a decent and very interesting album, with songs definitely worthwhile listening, despite its apparently crude, common and monotonous beginning. With an aggressive outlook on the infinity of its more conspicuous and solemn melodies, Lord Ketil manages to deliver a somewhat intricate work of black art, that has on the epicenter of its frozen poetic sensibilities enough elements to captivate its audience. With some passages getting close to excellence on the verge of a silent stigma of perpetual desolation, Lord Ketil knows how to masterly explore redeeming, consistent and downward guitar lines on its favor, to build gray sceneries of dust and ephemeral splendor on the frame of its insanely bizarre glorious music.
A graceful and somewhat intelligent album, the virtues of Lord Ketil relies on its capacity of exploring wisely the poetic and sentimental elements of black metal, creating a panel of emotional grace and splendor over the dramatic aspirations of its music, draining in the perpetual winter of its sonorous eternal sanctuaries of melancholic stupor a consistent strength that revolves around the night of the soul, that will remain forever buried in the ignited flames of a dead heart.
Lord Ketil definitely has sensibility to create art over ashes, to engrave a poetic motif under the nothingness of dust, to inspire beauty in ugliness at the sincere vastness of emptiness. With a marvelous talent for easily showcasing the most gentle and sensible side of black metal, delivering genuine humane exasperations in an atmosphere of inherent hostility and rudeness, the French black metal duo definitely has created on this Long Lone Among the Wolves one of the most formidable contemporary black metal records ever to be created in the traditional segment of the genre.