Labels: Southern Lord
Review by: Alex Deller
Three low-level stretches into the ether. Wavering sonic displacements and undulations like hands reaching into thunderclouds and calmly pulling silver lightning bolts down in their white-knuckled grasp. Mutated bass groans and churning sub-sonic manipulations that are somehow both tranquil and unsettling, like being smothered with your childhood comfort blanket. Acid-Casualty-turned-Pagan-mysterion Julian Cope lends his voice to the malevolent ebb of ‘My Wall’ and helps create a masterpiece with nervous, skittish prose etching out a distorted paean to Viking lore and Ragnarok that is indeed as unhinged as it sounds on paper, but at least provides something solid to cling to in an otherwise intangible, spectral world.