The Silver (Album Release) with Wild Beyond + No Gods at MilkBoy
Saturday, June 27, 2026
Doors: 5:30 PM | Show: 6:30 PM
21+ with Valid Photo ID required for entry
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About The Silver
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An old oak pew stands, solitary in the darkness, positioned between two clouded mirrors, half reflecting, half obscuring the shape before them. Two candles burn, spilling sapphire across the scene, illuminating, just barely, the opposing panes, causing an endless reflection, the image thrown wildly in all directions, its pocks and scars seen from all angles, kaleidoscopic, infinite, image upon image overlaid, fragmented, deconstructed, stretched, torn to pieces, reformed. Do you know this place? This no-place, boundless, beneath the eyes? How many times have you found yourself there, creeping slowly toward it, seduced by its madness, compelled to gaze upon it, that frightful ecstasy from which you’re compelled to tear yourself away? For if you gaze too long.... Listen–the lonely hassock creaks and falls, beckons you to kneel, as the organ sighs, striking up a tune. The breviary, leather bound, creased and worn, waits for you: Looking Glass Hymnal Blue.
As the above suggests, The Silver’s sophomore effort, Looking Glass Hymnal Blue, delivers far more than a compelling listen; it is an invitation, an exercise in the sacred, a hand reaching out to pull you within your own depths. Lush, baroque riffing billows like the draperies of a derelict opera house, haunting, but deathly precise, a meticulous symphony offset by the incessant rattling from the basement, perhaps the faint wailing from worlds below, made manifest through the bitter black-metal shrieks of singer N. Duchemin which, bladelike, slash at the bilious bouquet unfolding above. And so follow the proceedings: an uncanny waltz on the edge of a blade, a breathtaking pirouette at once sublime, refined, and romantic, yet simultaneously spiraling forever downward through the most visceral, haunted, depraved corners of extreme metal. If 2021’s Ward of Roses set the stage with its emotive pairings of black and post-black metal, melodic riffing, and the flair of a vintage 80’s wine, The Silver's Looking Glass Hymnal Blue has arrived to fulfill Ward’s promise: dazzle its audience, incite tears of both ecstasy and terror to carry them far beyond this world, and stretch them nearly to breaking by the curtain’s fall.
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