I don’t think I’ve reviewed music from a Polish band before. Huh. Anyway, the sounds of Wilga are haunting, mysterious and creepy in just the right way. It’s as if you’ve taken a wrong turning and found yourself in the deepest, darkest part of the woods. What’s that sound? Is it a wolf? Nope, it’s just some mildly terrifying guitars that have come to break up the tension a bit.
Even when the guitars begin to play a slightly lighter and livelier melody there’s still not a complete removal of the feeling the pricks up the hairs on the back of your neck and has your goosebumps doing a runner because they’re too scared to come out and let you know that you need a jacket. When the guitar does get going properly it really gets going and the drums begin to pound away relentless, scaring away any potential bears that are poised to attack or hunters who are holding their guns just a little bit too tightly because they too have let fear run cold through their veins.
Once the song ends and you exit this spot of sheer wilderness you’re left with one lingering question. Should I go back in? I reckon you should chance it.