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Open the doors, and enter the morgues... vibrant, reverberations from the frenetic impulse to survive demise to the ethereal traffic and overwhelming flow of misplaced energies. Fantastic, vital stuff oozing unstoppably from the subterranean, and further unknown depths wherein these mortifications arise. A certain sense of logic leads us to Prayer perhaps. Why not? Worth a try, before you... The mocking laughter is for standing hopefully on the threshold of inevitability. An even more fervently vibrant piece of sound construction. Immense flow of redemptive energy, after all, if you are going to throw your lot in (even if it is at the last divide!-). Already we encounter the Final Journey. Hands up who thought Hell was the easy option:)... release into the exquisite joy of eternal torture, forever falling. Just keep falling onwards... Witch presents the listener with a wonderful milieu of evil/live. Beautiful in its cold practicality, and undoubted efficacy. As for the soul, pure intensity, with no frills... just deliciously dark thrills! Next for some astral animalism. Corpus astrae. Dynamic, motivated. Vampires sets an attractive scene, another expression of our lack of understanding of the darkness that permeates our very physical constitution, and all that arises therefrom. An alternative taste of the terror of eternity. Ideally formed and slotted into this overall view from the other side of the veil. Very reasonably, Voice of Angels, proffers angelic representation amongst the dead souls. There is something more militant and controlled within this framework. The chaos of constant subversion in other hierarchies, less tolerable here. Moving on to Valley of the dead, enter a space full of aeons of astral ephemera. All back in the mix ultimately, transmigrated accordingly and variously. We are beyond the valley of 1984, with the next terminus set to 2012... see you there. Mushroom of the Shaman presents a very acceptable rendition of a whirling dervish interacting with chemical shortcuts to places he could have visited anyway. The 'chosen ones' always in the upper echelons. Nominally, some associations are turning me cold, whereas the less particularised tracks are wonderful. I have never liked mushrooms, and all I see is hierarchy and control. Again, The Wolf presents a form of spiritualism that I have never been able to readily assimilate. I can imagine there are some listeners who will revel in this kind of thing. Having said, that Radio Noiseville fills all the gaps in an exemplary way, even if I don't care for the mythology as such. In this particular case, I think my confusion over different world-views, past and present (possibly future?) is discolouring my enjoyment of this artists undoubted ability to 'set a scene'. Whereabouts that confounding of plausibilities leads me to 'The hell'. And so it is, within this version of a 'hell', I discover my own eternal problematic hell. Fitting. Too many wavelengths being received, with an assumption that if enough goes in something reasonable should emerge the other side. Enough assuming for now. Let it go, let it finish. With the Songs of the dead, another beginning in itself. There's no rush, I can wait. Great stuff as usual, though I don't 'love' it (which in itself is a hell of frustration!!!!)

nice dark atmosphere. Prayer is nice. I like this atmosphere like teatr yada or majdanek waltz. Nice work. thanks.