Labels: Hinterzimmer
Review by: Alex Deller
Close your tired eyes and imagine, just for a moment, that for reasons known only to themselves David Tibet and Varg Vikernes are conducting a folk metal operetta starring the cast of Bagpuss. Yup, it’s fucking daft and awful all-round, and someone really should’ve told the people involved with this before things got so woefully out of hand. True enough, amongst the lute-plucking, bell-tinkling, faery-tampering fuckwittery and general emperor’s new clothes bullshit there’s the odd glimmer (or, to be more in keeping with their Lewis Carroll nonsense verse, “glymmer”) of a good idea but each and every one is snuffed out like the candles during a teenage ouija board freakout when the moronically high-pitched cartoon croons kick in, making it at best a folly-footed piss-take and at worst a complete and utter aberration.