Chorus Meridian by Mythikon

We decided for this album, *Chorus Meridian*, we needed to build more than just songs; we needed to forge a map. Not of places, but of the way belief shapes reality, the way a shared voice can literally bridge chasms. It felt like standing on a cliff edge, looking down into a storm, knowing we had to sing our way across.

The story unravels with a nameless cartographer, hand-picked by Hermes himself, tasked with charting the invisible threads between our world and Olympus. This isn't some dusty scroll affair. It's a maximalist myth-road opera, raw and clattering, kicking off with the drums of civil war, a rumble under your ribs. We wanted the music to mirror that journey: the bouzouki and lyra aren't just instruments here, they're compass needles spinning toward dread, tracing memory. The 8-string guitars roar like storm-tossed oars, dragging us through the Labyrinth’s whispers, past islands where forgotten names hum on the wind. It’s a sound that fuses the old Hellas swagger with molten riffs and booming war drums, all carefully designed to pull you deep into the narrative.

Every turn, every echo, reveals a deeper truth. We wrestled with the idea that maps aren't just lines on parchment, but something drawn in blood, memory, and every ragged breath you take. It gets personal, intensely so. Midway through, the cartographer’s own broken lineage crashes into the narrative—the uncharted shore he’s been mapping all along turns out to be himself, the father he refused to claim, the surname he buried. That moment, when a Delphic choir answers grief with this radiant symmetry, it’s a gut punch, a recognition that our deepest wounds can sometimes be the start of a new song.

We pushed what we thought an album could do. Imagine river-bridges appearing only when Greek and English voices rise in unison. That's not just a poetic flourish; it's a core idea, a living mythos where community song builds actual roads through chaos. We built parts of this record so you, the listener, become part of that chorus, pulling the line, weaving order out of panic. This isn't background music; it’s an invitation to lean in, to sing along, to become part of the myth itself. It's about finding salvation not in solitude, but in a shared, thunderous vow.

By the end, when the map is returned not as parchment, but as a hymn, and the whole polis replies in chorus, you realize the journey wasn't just outward exploration, but an inward transformation. We believe this is a record that demands attention, a sprawling, immersive experience that takes the ancient power of narrative and blasts it through a modern, progressive folk metal lens. It’s a statement, a testament to what happens when strangers learn to sing the same way home, and we're proud to have poured every drop of our fire into it.

From the ashes of Mount Olympus, we forge metal with folk's heart and prog's mind. Our songs? Living myths - Persephone's tears, Achilles' rage, all wrapped in bouzoukis and 8-strings. Headbang to the gods with us.