The mightiest doom band once again creating a monstrous castle to rise so solemnly above the grey clouds. Candlemass create fantastic visions of bleak fantasy without ever fully depressing the ears, instead their grim fairytale is often one of awe-inspiring dark magic and forlorn glory. Messiah Marcolin, one of the finest voices of melancholic metal drives the band on through the rainy forests and frosty landscapes as behind him his warriors of metal dish out layers of thick foggy doom, leadweight guitars that nod towards Sabbath but carve their own unique pathway. Tale upon tale echoed by the bells toll, the chills sweeping through the passages and solitude and mourning loitering behind every door. Candlemass are poetic doom, never relying on the dreary to enable their brand of metal, this is simply a wonderful piece of gloomy architecture constructed of eleven beautifully crafted songs which rarely plod but mesmerise in their unfathomable shadows. Candlemass are one of the chosen few bands who play this type of music and master it with ease. The mighty do not always fall...
8/10
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