Chicago’s Sybris is a quartet of powerful grace, the sound of a battalion of Valkyries astride winged horses bound for Valhalla. The sweep of giant white wings in the wind, the creak of the saddle beneath the weight of warrior goddesses in full regalia, the dreamy, gauzy, glittery haze of the ghosts of the warrior dead behind them floating towards eternal glory. I mean, um, it’s not metal. Rock has got to reclaim all the cool Viking shit from metal. But Chicago winters can be as extreme as those in Nordic lands and Sybris carries all of that on their latest album, Into the Trees. Propelled forward by singer Angela Mullenhour's sugar coated knife-edge voice, a unique entity in itself, brimming with shattering potential and weighted with its own world-weariness, elegant, bruised but never defeated. In fact, the whole outfit is tough as shit, Chicago in a way nobody’s seen for awhile.
Into the Trees is the band’s second album, recorded with Grammy-nominated engineer John Congleton (Explosions in the Sky, Mountain Goats) in the backwoods of Minnesota at Pachyderm Studio. The supposedly haunted studio is the same one used to record Nirvana's In Utero and P J Harvey's Rid of Me. The album is also their first with new label Absolutely Kosher Records, following a 2003 self-released EP, A Time for Hollerin and their 2005 self-titled label debut on Flameshovel. Into the Trees explores themes of perception, relationships, and decay with a salt of the earth perspective that flows through the band both in demeanor, sound and appearance.