Opeth is the band that sounds like a candlelit medieval banquet suddenly interrupted by a demon politely asking if anyone minds some death metal. They glide effortlessly from acoustic beauty to growls from the abyss, sometimes within the same song, sometimes within the same breath. One moment you’re floating through misty Scandinavian forests, the next you’re being gently but firmly dragged into a sonic dungeon, and somehow it all feels… tasteful.

They’re famously allergic to genre boundaries. Metal, prog, folk, jazz, classic rock, sorrow, introspection, and the vague feeling of staring at a lake and questioning your life choices all coexist in Opeth songs that routinely pass the ten-minute mark and still feel justified. Frontman Mikael Åkerfeldt delivers vocals that range from angelic croon to subterranean roar, often followed by dry, dad-level stage banter that completely undercuts the drama. Opeth is heavy music for people who like their brutality served with elegance, their sadness poetic, and their riffs capable of both hugging you and haunting you for weeks.