One could regard the recent preponderance of analogue obsessive neo-rockers as either a glaring admission that many contemporary musicians have all but given up on the idea of originality; or take the far less cynical approach and applaud their admission that, quite frankly, the Les Paul roar sounds far richer unmolested via pro-tool’s digital doo-dads, and simply go along for yet another nostalgic, Caftan-infested ride. It’s unfortunate that the label needed to elaborate that Blood Ceremony’s patent sound hearkens back to the long-forgotten likes of heavy psyche sorcerers Coven, Black Widow etc, as this is little to crow about, since said outfits’ value as musical entities are dubious at best, and their obscurity is due to a dearth of memorable songs, and the passage of 30 years does little to sweeten the stale resinous fug of mediocrity. Bucolic-sounding flutes and overdriven psychotronic guitars would seem egregious bedfellows, but...to their eternal credit, Blood Ceremony’s doomy and arcane medieval downer rock ranks alongside the equally somber and singularly authentic Witchcraft; Blood Ceremony is an exemplary, studied peon to heavy rock’s lugubrious, occultist past.
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