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When it comes to discerning the difference between doom and stoner metal, I subscribe to the Ned Flanders school of thought. While doom tends towards darker atmospheres at a slower pace, stoner metal generally grooves with a chiller vibe. Now, there are (at least two) exceptions, and it gets kind of tricky, one of which is the compound stoner-doom genre. This label nicely fits Druidess, who have become a staple of the UK doom and stoner scenes since the release of their 2024 EP, Hermits and Mandrakes. Two years later, this Newcastle upon Tyne quartet has finally dropped its independently-released debut LP, Trip Meadow. Whether a British stoner-doom scenester or a newcomer, you’re surely wondering whether Druidess’s musical trip feels like strolling through a meadow or slogging through a jungle.

Druidess travel through the crevices of Mount Doom and the streets of Stonerville, but they also haunt the alleys of Psychedelphia. Guitarist Daniel Downing powers this English engine, doling out an array of Sabbathian riffs that brood, gallop, and descend, often in the same song (“A Forest Witch’s Daughter”). Beneath Downing is drummer Sam Armstrong, who hits hard but sprinkles in peppery jazz accents, keeping things rhythmically dynamic (“Descended from Giants”). The highlight, however, is vocalist Shonagh Brown, who knows how to hold a straightforward verse and develop a sticky chorus (“Knightingales”). Brown claims Joan Jett (The Runaways) as a major influence, but I also hear Laura Donnelly (King Witch) in her penchant for effortless power.1 Draping Druidess’s stoner-doom core in a psychedelic haze is keyboardist James Hill, whose organ plinks owe a debt of gratitude to The Doors while recalling a contemporary band like Green Lung. If the presence of organ sounds insufficiently psychedelic, then you’ll be glad to hear that a saxophone occasionally moans melancholic melodies2 (“Trip Meadow,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). Aesthetically and performance-wise, Trip Meadow brings home the goods.

The songwriting, however, sometimes sails the Inconsistent Sea. The songs hovering around 4 minutes deliver memorable jolts of Iommian riffs and Jettian choruses (“Mandragora,” “The Hermit of Druid’s Temple”). Even when Druidess expand to the 6–7 minute range, they usually do a good job balancing subdued excursions and tempo shifts with solid songcraft (“The Forest Witch’s Daughter,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). A few tracks, however, could’ve definitely been pared down, the major example being the 10-minute title track. “Trip Meadow” opens with a sultry saxophone groove before reducing to an ominous organ line obliterated by a crushing doom riff. From there, it takes too long for the song to get to its good (not great) chorus. At around the 8-minute mark, however, Druidess goes off on gothic riff variations, variations that would’ve hit even harder were they to have come sooner.

I must also mention that Trip Meadow shares much in common with Druidess’s previous jaunt. Five of the album’s seven songs, in fact, appear on the Hermits and Mandrakes EP. Druidess does sonically improve these cuts for Trip Meadow, especially the vocal mix. Whereas Brown sits awkwardly atop the band on the EP, her voice feels prominent but porous on the LP, commingling with the fuzzy guitar tones while still carrying the tunes. It is disappointing, however, that roughly 70 percent of the material here exists on another release. The two new songs, though quite good, are not the strongest material on display. As discussed, “Trip Meadow” embodies enormous potential only partly realized. Meanwhile, “Descended from Giants” contains mighty fine bass-work, a neat pseudo-breakdown, and killer concluding wails, but it also retreads ground already covered.

Trip Meadow trips in a few ways, but ultimately, it’s a trip worth taking. If you’re already familiar with the Hermits and Mandrakes EP, the debut LP will probably feel like a tedious (albeit sonically improved) trek through well-worn terrain. If you’re like I was, however, ignorant of the EP and desiring of quality stoner-doom, then you should definitely take a stroll through Druidess’s comforting meadow of fuzzed-out riffs and fantastic vocals. At 41 minutes, Trip Meadow gets away with its redundancies because it sounds so good. If subsequent musical adventures tighten the songwriting while exploring experimentation under a cozy psych aesthetic, Druidess may find Greatness as a future destination.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: Instagram | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: June 26th, 2026

When it comes to discerning the difference between doom and stoner metal, I subscribe to the Ned Flanders school of thought. While doom tends towards darker atmospheres at a slower pace, stoner metal generally grooves with a chiller vibe. Now, there are (at least two) exceptions, and it gets kind of tricky, one of which is the compound stoner-doom genre. This label nicely fits Druidess, who have become a staple of the UK doom and stoner scenes since the release of their 2024 EP, Hermits and Mandrakes. Two years later, this Newcastle upon Tyne quartet has finally dropped its independently-released debut LP, Trip Meadow. Whether a British stoner-doom scenester or a newcomer, you’re surely wondering whether Druidess’s musical trip feels like strolling through a meadow or slogging through a jungle.

Druidess travel through the crevices of Mount Doom and the streets of Stonerville, but they also haunt the alleys of Psychedelphia. Guitarist Daniel Downing powers this English engine, doling out an array of Sabbathian riffs that brood, gallop, and descend, often in the same song (“A Forest Witch’s Daughter”). Beneath Downing is drummer Sam Armstrong, who hits hard but sprinkles in peppery jazz accents, keeping things rhythmically dynamic (“Descended from Giants”). The highlight, however, is vocalist Shonagh Brown, who knows how to hold a straightforward verse and develop a sticky chorus (“Knightingales”). Brown claims Joan Jett (The Runaways) as a major influence, but I also hear Laura Donnelly (King Witch) in her penchant for effortless power.1 Draping Druidess’s stoner-doom core in a psychedelic haze is keyboardist James Hill, whose organ plinks owe a debt of gratitude to The Doors while recalling a contemporary band like Green Lung. If the presence of organ sounds insufficiently psychedelic, then you’ll be glad to hear that a saxophone occasionally moans melancholic melodies2 (“Trip Meadow,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). Aesthetically and performance-wise, Trip Meadow brings home the goods.

The songwriting, however, sometimes sails the Inconsistent Sea. The songs hovering around 4 minutes deliver memorable jolts of Iommian riffs and Jettian choruses (“Mandragora,” “The Hermit of Druid’s Temple”). Even when Druidess expand to the 6–7 minute range, they usually do a good job balancing subdued excursions and tempo shifts with solid songcraft (“The Forest Witch’s Daughter,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). A few tracks, however, could’ve definitely been pared down, the major example being the 10-minute title track. “Trip Meadow” opens with a sultry saxophone groove before reducing to an ominous organ line obliterated by a crushing doom riff. From there, it takes too long for the song to get to its good (not great) chorus. At around the 8-minute mark, however, Druidess goes off on gothic riff variations, variations that would’ve hit even harder were they to have come sooner.

I must also mention that Trip Meadow shares much in common with Druidess’s previous jaunt. Five of the album’s seven songs, in fact, appear on the Hermits and Mandrakes EP. Druidess does sonically improve these cuts for Trip Meadow, especially the vocal mix. Whereas Brown sits awkwardly atop the band on the EP, her voice feels prominent but porous on the LP, commingling with the fuzzy guitar tones while still carrying the tunes. It is disappointing, however, that roughly 70 percent of the material here exists on another release. The two new songs, though quite good, are not the strongest material on display. As discussed, “Trip Meadow” embodies enormous potential only partly realized. Meanwhile, “Descended from Giants” contains mighty fine bass-work, a neat pseudo-breakdown, and killer concluding wails, but it also retreads ground already covered.

Trip Meadow trips in a few ways, but ultimately, it’s a trip worth taking. If you’re already familiar with the Hermits and Mandrakes EP, the debut LP will probably feel like a tedious (albeit sonically improved) trek through well-worn terrain. If you’re like I was, however, ignorant of the EP and desiring of quality stoner-doom, then you should definitely take a stroll through Druidess’s comforting meadow of fuzzed-out riffs and fantastic vocals. At 41 minutes, Trip Meadow gets away with its redundancies because it sounds so good. If subsequent musical adventures tighten the songwriting while exploring experimentation under a cozy psych aesthetic, Druidess may find Greatness as a future destination.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: Instagram | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: June 26th, 2026

When it comes to discerning the difference between doom and stoner metal, I subscribe to the Ned Flanders school of thought. While doom tends towards darker atmospheres at a slower pace, stoner metal generally grooves with a chiller vibe. Now, there are (at least two) exceptions, and it gets kind of tricky, one of which is the compound stoner-doom genre. This label nicely fits Druidess, who have become a staple of the UK doom and stoner scenes since the release of their 2024 EP, Hermits and Mandrakes. Two years later, this Newcastle upon Tyne quartet has finally dropped its independently-released debut LP, Trip Meadow. Whether a British stoner-doom scenester or a newcomer, you’re surely wondering whether Druidess’s musical trip feels like strolling through a meadow or slogging through a jungle.

Druidess travel through the crevices of Mount Doom and the streets of Stonerville, but they also haunt the alleys of Psychedelphia. Guitarist Daniel Downing powers this English engine, doling out an array of Sabbathian riffs that brood, gallop, and descend, often in the same song (“A Forest Witch’s Daughter”). Beneath Downing is drummer Sam Armstrong, who hits hard but sprinkles in peppery jazz accents, keeping things rhythmically dynamic (“Descended from Giants”). The highlight, however, is vocalist Shonagh Brown, who knows how to hold a straightforward verse and develop a sticky chorus (“Knightingales”). Brown claims Joan Jett (The Runaways) as a major influence, but I also hear Laura Donnelly (King Witch) in her penchant for effortless power.1 Draping Druidess’s stoner-doom core in a psychedelic haze is keyboardist James Hill, whose organ plinks owe a debt of gratitude to The Doors while recalling a contemporary band like Green Lung. If the presence of organ sounds insufficiently psychedelic, then you’ll be glad to hear that a saxophone occasionally moans melancholic melodies2 (“Trip Meadow,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). Aesthetically and performance-wise, Trip Meadow brings home the goods.

The songwriting, however, sometimes sails the Inconsistent Sea. The songs hovering around 4 minutes deliver memorable jolts of Iommian riffs and Jettian choruses (“Mandragora,” “The Hermit of Druid’s Temple”). Even when Druidess expand to the 6–7 minute range, they usually do a good job balancing subdued excursions and tempo shifts with solid songcraft (“The Forest Witch’s Daughter,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). A few tracks, however, could’ve definitely been pared down, the major example being the 10-minute title track. “Trip Meadow” opens with a sultry saxophone groove before reducing to an ominous organ line obliterated by a crushing doom riff. From there, it takes too long for the song to get to its good (not great) chorus. At around the 8-minute mark, however, Druidess goes off on gothic riff variations, variations that would’ve hit even harder were they to have come sooner.

I must also mention that Trip Meadow shares much in common with Druidess’s previous jaunt. Five of the album’s seven songs, in fact, appear on the Hermits and Mandrakes EP. Druidess does sonically improve these cuts for Trip Meadow, especially the vocal mix. Whereas Brown sits awkwardly atop the band on the EP, her voice feels prominent but porous on the LP, commingling with the fuzzy guitar tones while still carrying the tunes. It is disappointing, however, that roughly 70 percent of the material here exists on another release. The two new songs, though quite good, are not the strongest material on display. As discussed, “Trip Meadow” embodies enormous potential only partly realized. Meanwhile, “Descended from Giants” contains mighty fine bass-work, a neat pseudo-breakdown, and killer concluding wails, but it also retreads ground already covered.

Trip Meadow trips in a few ways, but ultimately, it’s a trip worth taking. If you’re already familiar with the Hermits and Mandrakes EP, the debut LP will probably feel like a tedious (albeit sonically improved) trek through well-worn terrain. If you’re like I was, however, ignorant of the EP and desiring of quality stoner-doom, then you should definitely take a stroll through Druidess’s comforting meadow of fuzzed-out riffs and fantastic vocals. At 41 minutes, Trip Meadow gets away with its redundancies because it sounds so good. If subsequent musical adventures tighten the songwriting while exploring experimentation under a cozy psych aesthetic, Druidess may find Greatness as a future destination.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: Instagram | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: June 26th, 2026

When it comes to discerning the difference between doom and stoner metal, I subscribe to the Ned Flanders school of thought. While doom tends towards darker atmospheres at a slower pace, stoner metal generally grooves with a chiller vibe. Now, there are (at least two) exceptions, and it gets kind of tricky, one of which is the compound stoner-doom genre. This label nicely fits Druidess, who have become a staple of the UK doom and stoner scenes since the release of their 2024 EP, Hermits and Mandrakes. Two years later, this Newcastle upon Tyne quartet has finally dropped its independently-released debut LP, Trip Meadow. Whether a British stoner-doom scenester or a newcomer, you’re surely wondering whether Druidess’s musical trip feels like strolling through a meadow or slogging through a jungle.

Druidess travel through the crevices of Mount Doom and the streets of Stonerville, but they also haunt the alleys of Psychedelphia. Guitarist Daniel Downing powers this English engine, doling out an array of Sabbathian riffs that brood, gallop, and descend, often in the same song (“A Forest Witch’s Daughter”). Beneath Downing is drummer Sam Armstrong, who hits hard but sprinkles in peppery jazz accents, keeping things rhythmically dynamic (“Descended from Giants”). The highlight, however, is vocalist Shonagh Brown, who knows how to hold a straightforward verse and develop a sticky chorus (“Knightingales”). Brown claims Joan Jett (The Runaways) as a major influence, but I also hear Laura Donnelly (King Witch) in her penchant for effortless power.1 Draping Druidess’s stoner-doom core in a psychedelic haze is keyboardist James Hill, whose organ plinks owe a debt of gratitude to The Doors while recalling a contemporary band like Green Lung. If the presence of organ sounds insufficiently psychedelic, then you’ll be glad to hear that a saxophone occasionally moans melancholic melodies2 (“Trip Meadow,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). Aesthetically and performance-wise, Trip Meadow brings home the goods.

The songwriting, however, sometimes sails the Inconsistent Sea. The songs hovering around 4 minutes deliver memorable jolts of Iommian riffs and Jettian choruses (“Mandragora,” “The Hermit of Druid’s Temple”). Even when Druidess expand to the 6–7 minute range, they usually do a good job balancing subdued excursions and tempo shifts with solid songcraft (“The Forest Witch’s Daughter,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). A few tracks, however, could’ve definitely been pared down, the major example being the 10-minute title track. “Trip Meadow” opens with a sultry saxophone groove before reducing to an ominous organ line obliterated by a crushing doom riff. From there, it takes too long for the song to get to its good (not great) chorus. At around the 8-minute mark, however, Druidess goes off on gothic riff variations, variations that would’ve hit even harder were they to have come sooner.

I must also mention that Trip Meadow shares much in common with Druidess’s previous jaunt. Five of the album’s seven songs, in fact, appear on the Hermits and Mandrakes EP. Druidess does sonically improve these cuts for Trip Meadow, especially the vocal mix. Whereas Brown sits awkwardly atop the band on the EP, her voice feels prominent but porous on the LP, commingling with the fuzzy guitar tones while still carrying the tunes. It is disappointing, however, that roughly 70 percent of the material here exists on another release. The two new songs, though quite good, are not the strongest material on display. As discussed, “Trip Meadow” embodies enormous potential only partly realized. Meanwhile, “Descended from Giants” contains mighty fine bass-work, a neat pseudo-breakdown, and killer concluding wails, but it also retreads ground already covered.

Trip Meadow trips in a few ways, but ultimately, it’s a trip worth taking. If you’re already familiar with the Hermits and Mandrakes EP, the debut LP will probably feel like a tedious (albeit sonically improved) trek through well-worn terrain. If you’re like I was, however, ignorant of the EP and desiring of quality stoner-doom, then you should definitely take a stroll through Druidess’s comforting meadow of fuzzed-out riffs and fantastic vocals. At 41 minutes, Trip Meadow gets away with its redundancies because it sounds so good. If subsequent musical adventures tighten the songwriting while exploring experimentation under a cozy psych aesthetic, Druidess may find Greatness as a future destination.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: Instagram | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: June 26th, 2026

When it comes to discerning the difference between doom and stoner metal, I subscribe to the Ned Flanders school of thought. While doom tends towards darker atmospheres at a slower pace, stoner metal generally grooves with a chiller vibe. Now, there are (at least two) exceptions, and it gets kind of tricky, one of which is the compound stoner-doom genre. This label nicely fits Druidess, who have become a staple of the UK doom and stoner scenes since the release of their 2024 EP, Hermits and Mandrakes. Two years later, this Newcastle upon Tyne quartet has finally dropped its independently-released debut LP, Trip Meadow. Whether a British stoner-doom scenester or a newcomer, you’re surely wondering whether Druidess’s musical trip feels like strolling through a meadow or slogging through a jungle.

Druidess travel through the crevices of Mount Doom and the streets of Stonerville, but they also haunt the alleys of Psychedelphia. Guitarist Daniel Downing powers this English engine, doling out an array of Sabbathian riffs that brood, gallop, and descend, often in the same song (“A Forest Witch’s Daughter”). Beneath Downing is drummer Sam Armstrong, who hits hard but sprinkles in peppery jazz accents, keeping things rhythmically dynamic (“Descended from Giants”). The highlight, however, is vocalist Shonagh Brown, who knows how to hold a straightforward verse and develop a sticky chorus (“Knightingales”). Brown claims Joan Jett (The Runaways) as a major influence, but I also hear Laura Donnelly (King Witch) in her penchant for effortless power.1 Draping Druidess’s stoner-doom core in a psychedelic haze is keyboardist James Hill, whose organ plinks owe a debt of gratitude to The Doors while recalling a contemporary band like Green Lung. If the presence of organ sounds insufficiently psychedelic, then you’ll be glad to hear that a saxophone occasionally moans melancholic melodies2 (“Trip Meadow,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). Aesthetically and performance-wise, Trip Meadow brings home the goods.

The songwriting, however, sometimes sails the Inconsistent Sea. The songs hovering around 4 minutes deliver memorable jolts of Iommian riffs and Jettian choruses (“Mandragora,” “The Hermit of Druid’s Temple”). Even when Druidess expand to the 6–7 minute range, they usually do a good job balancing subdued excursions and tempo shifts with solid songcraft (“The Forest Witch’s Daughter,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). A few tracks, however, could’ve definitely been pared down, the major example being the 10-minute title track. “Trip Meadow” opens with a sultry saxophone groove before reducing to an ominous organ line obliterated by a crushing doom riff. From there, it takes too long for the song to get to its good (not great) chorus. At around the 8-minute mark, however, Druidess goes off on gothic riff variations, variations that would’ve hit even harder were they to have come sooner.

I must also mention that Trip Meadow shares much in common with Druidess’s previous jaunt. Five of the album’s seven songs, in fact, appear on the Hermits and Mandrakes EP. Druidess does sonically improve these cuts for Trip Meadow, especially the vocal mix. Whereas Brown sits awkwardly atop the band on the EP, her voice feels prominent but porous on the LP, commingling with the fuzzy guitar tones while still carrying the tunes. It is disappointing, however, that roughly 70 percent of the material here exists on another release. The two new songs, though quite good, are not the strongest material on display. As discussed, “Trip Meadow” embodies enormous potential only partly realized. Meanwhile, “Descended from Giants” contains mighty fine bass-work, a neat pseudo-breakdown, and killer concluding wails, but it also retreads ground already covered.

Trip Meadow trips in a few ways, but ultimately, it’s a trip worth taking. If you’re already familiar with the Hermits and Mandrakes EP, the debut LP will probably feel like a tedious (albeit sonically improved) trek through well-worn terrain. If you’re like I was, however, ignorant of the EP and desiring of quality stoner-doom, then you should definitely take a stroll through Druidess’s comforting meadow of fuzzed-out riffs and fantastic vocals. At 41 minutes, Trip Meadow gets away with its redundancies because it sounds so good. If subsequent musical adventures tighten the songwriting while exploring experimentation under a cozy psych aesthetic, Druidess may find Greatness as a future destination.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: Instagram | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: June 26th, 2026

New Green Lung just dropped. (That sounds a bit wrong. 🙄)

"𝖂𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙… is there a more fitting subject for a Green Lung song than the Necropolis Railway, a real-life train line that carried corpses and mourners across London in the late 19th Century? Mix in some inspiration from 1972’s London Underground-set shocker Death Line, an unhealthy dose of stabbing Jon Lord-esque organ, and a Lung-speed record BPM of 180, and you have the second single from our fourth album - streaming on all platforms now, with a video premiering on our YouTube channel at 3pm BST. Art by Vaderetro."

https://greenlung.bandcamp.com/track/necropolitan-line-2

#GreenLung

New Green Lung just dropped. (That sounds a bit wrong. 🙄)

"𝖂𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙… is there a more fitting subject for a Green Lung song than the Necropolis Railway, a real-life train line that carried corpses and mourners across London in the late 19th Century? Mix in some inspiration from 1972’s London Underground-set shocker Death Line, an unhealthy dose of stabbing Jon Lord-esque organ, and a Lung-speed record BPM of 180, and you have the second single from our fourth album - streaming on all platforms now, with a video premiering on our YouTube channel at 3pm BST. Art by Vaderetro."

https://greenlung.bandcamp.com/track/necropolitan-line-2

#GreenLung

https://youtu.be/WYpktNeeLGM?is=awi8HMnNfA7AHpl8 #FridayJukeboxNight #GreenLung #doommetal #stonerdoom

https://youtu.be/WYpktNeeLGM?is=awi8HMnNfA7AHpl8 #FridayJukeboxNight #GreenLung #doommetal #stonerdoom

https://www.europesays.com/es/558111/ Green Lung presentan su cuarto disco con ‘Evil In This House’ #DoomMetal #Entertainment #Entretenimiento #ES #España #GreenLung #Music #Música #Noticias #NuclearBlast #Spain #video

If rock floats your boat you should give the new song by Green Lung a listen. 🤘🏻

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/gb/album/evil-in-this-house/1892398281?i=1892398371

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/1IpBvM8yVcFf5LBXxS2igg

#Music #Rock #GreenLung

If rock floats your boat you should give the new song by Green Lung a listen. 🤘🏻

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/gb/album/evil-in-this-house/1892398281?i=1892398371

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/1IpBvM8yVcFf5LBXxS2igg

#Music #Rock #GreenLung

GREEN LUNG (Regne Unit) presenta nou single: "Evil in this House" #GreenLung #Stoner #DoomMetal #Rock #Maig2026 #RegneUnit #NouSingle #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

New Green Lung album coming in September. One to look out for.

Update from the album promo:
A monumental portrait of the power of nature over the dreams and dominion of humankind, 𝕹𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓 is also a grand celebration of the occult lore, heavy music scene and Magnificent Seven Cemeteries of our birthplace as a band, the city of London.

Necropolitan - GREEN LUNG

https://greenlung.bandcamp.com/album/necropolitan-2

#GreenLung #metal

New Green Lung album coming in September. One to look out for.

Update from the album promo:
A monumental portrait of the power of nature over the dreams and dominion of humankind, 𝕹𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓 is also a grand celebration of the occult lore, heavy music scene and Magnificent Seven Cemeteries of our birthplace as a band, the city of London.

Necropolitan - GREEN LUNG

https://greenlung.bandcamp.com/album/necropolitan-2

#GreenLung #metal

New post: Nuclear Blast dives into tabletop gaming with Riffs & Realms series https://moshville.co.uk/news/2026/01/nuclear-blast-dives-into-tabletop-gaming-with-riffs-realms-series/ #BeastInBlack #Conjurer #GreenLung

DESERTFEST 2026 (Weekend Tickets) @ Various Venues, Camden - 15 May feat. Green Lung, The Sword, Earthless + more

#SESH #GreenLung #TheSword #Earthless

https://sesh.sx/e/1546137

🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on #BBC6Music's #CraigCharles

Green Lung:
🎵 Maxine (Witch Queen)

#GreenLung

https://greenlung.bandcamp.com/track/maxine-witch-queen

https://open.spotify.com/track/2wbfb2aLoDZMfX3kuuqYbt

🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on #BBC6Music's #CraigCharles

Green Lung:
🎵 Maxine (Witch Queen)

#GreenLung

https://greenlung.bandcamp.com/track/maxine-witch-queen

https://open.spotify.com/track/2wbfb2aLoDZMfX3kuuqYbt

#nowplaying #GreenLung Templar Dawn. https://youtu.be/WYpktNeeLGM?si=4Jv0RoGmcUb8-5Ws
Recently discovered them (I know, shameful) and boy, do they sound awesome. #StonerDoom

https://www.europesays.com/uk/441719/ Castle Rat – The Bestiary Review #2025 #3.0 #AmericanMetal #BlackSabbath #BluesFuneralRecordings #CastleRat #DoomMetal #Entertainment #GreenLung #HeavyMetal #music #NWOBHM #Purson #Review #Reviews #TheBestiary #UK #UnitedKingdom

Castle Rat – The Bestiary Review

By Saunders

New York’s Castle Rat generated buzz off the back of their impressive slab of fantasy-inspired doom rock featured on 2024s Into the Realm. A fuzzy, female-fronted doom act with sword and sorcery shtick and a theatrical, unabashedly old school bent, the debut featured tight, infectious songwriting and enough retro flair and heavy metal swagger to rise above the familiar, throwback nature of their craft. Of course, the debut had its detractors, with their theatrical antics, coupled with a not especially original sound, failing to match the hype for some listeners enamored with the heavily populated throwback doom rock/metal scenes. Striking while the iron’s hot, Castle Rat return in quick time with sophomore album, The Bestiary. A quickfire turnaround is a welcome thing, though creates a sense of trepidation of rushed work. Riley Pinkerton (aka The Rat Queen) and her fellow minions return full of fire and ready to cast their doomy spell for the second time.

Castle Rat hit the ground running with their warm and cozy retro sound intact, albeit featuring a livelier, louder and more propulsive reiteration of the sound established on the debut. Whether listeners find their whole deal too gimmicky or not, it’s tough to doubt the authenticity and passion for their chosen style. Castle Rat channel a ’70s psychedelic haze, prominent Black Sabbath influence, and share surface similarities with acts such as the underrated and enchanting Purson, and modern stoner doom merchants Green Lung. The Bestiary is an altogether harder-hitting and boisterous entity compared to the debut, jacking up the NWoHM and fantasy-inspired bombast for extra crunch. “Phoenix I” unfurls in a slow-burning, dramatic and deliberate fashion, setting the scene for Pinkerton and co to unleash their full fury.

The Bestiary’s increased gallop and fiery guitar work ignite around the poppier sensibilities and smooth central doom grooves and prevalently catchy vocal hooks. Although not the most distinctive frontwoman in the biz, Pinkerton’s silky vocal hooks and confident, commanding delivery continue to a key focal point. Right out the gate, Castle Rat stockpile big-hitting rockers, courtesy of the bluesy doom swagger and earworm hooks of rollicking gems, “Wolf I” and “Wizard.” “Siren” keeps the good times rolling, employing tense rhythmic builds and seductively sinister vocals to cast its spell. There is an easy-to-like simplicity and infectiousness to Castle Rat’s songwriting that shines when the band’s craftsmanship is at its best. Dialing up the epic-ness and adding extra crunch and pepper creates a burlier, higher-octane effort. Within the rowdier experience, Franco Vittore (aka The Count) belts out some blazing solos, while lending doomy weight to straightforward rockers (‘Serpent, “Dragon”) and a grinding, ominous touch to “Unicorn.” Castle Rat’s willingness to experiment outside their comfort zone results in an adventurous, though mixed bag. The softer material nails mysterious, foreboding atmospheres and changes pace, though these shorter pieces are generally less engaging than the album’s rockier fare.

Amidst The Bestiary’s endearing and infectious songwriting, drawbacks appear, tainting an otherwise enjoyable opus. The bricked mastering and loud production detract from the music’s warmth and endearing charms. This issue is felt in numerous areas. The drums lack punch, the mix is squashed and muddied, while dynamic shifts, such as acoustic forays, or the noisy, climactic cacophony on “Unicorn” and “Sun Song” are sapped of their power, dulling impact. Another notable change from the debut is the increased runtime, climbing to nearly fifty minutes, in contrast to its predecessor’s refreshing efficiency. There are momentum drops and pacing issues. These factors and the front-loaded nature of the album contribute to bloat. An intro, outro, mid-album instrumental piece (“Path of Moss”) and three decent, acoustic-driven folkier tunes have their merits but combined contribute to pacing issues and overall padding.

Into the Realm was an impressive debut outing, signaling Castle Rat as a fresh force pedaling retro and fantasy-clad doom to strong effect. The Bestiary marks an ambitious, solid, if flawed follow-up. Significant production concerns and the aforementioned pacing issues, bloat, and an uneven backend detract from an album that reaffirms Castle Rat as a talented band with old school values and a vision to diversify their formula with intriguing results. While not everything hits the mark, there is still much to unpack, some killer tunes, and fun to be had. Hopefully Castle Rat can channel their creativity into a more consistent, tighter effort next time round.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 3 | Format Reviewed: 2304 kbps (Lossless)
Label: Blues Funeral Recordings
Websites: bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 19th, 2025

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Castle Rat – The Bestiary Review

By Saunders

New York’s Castle Rat generated buzz off the back of their impressive slab of fantasy-inspired doom rock featured on 2024s Into the Realm. A fuzzy, female-fronted doom act with sword and sorcery shtick and a theatrical, unabashedly old school bent, the debut featured tight, infectious songwriting and enough retro flair and heavy metal swagger to rise above the familiar, throwback nature of their craft. Of course, the debut had its detractors, with their theatrical antics, coupled with a not especially original sound, failing to match the hype for some listeners enamored with the heavily populated throwback doom rock/metal scenes. Striking while the iron’s hot, Castle Rat return in quick time with sophomore album, The Bestiary. A quickfire turnaround is a welcome thing, though creates a sense of trepidation of rushed work. Riley Pinkerton (aka The Rat Queen) and her fellow minions return full of fire and ready to cast their doomy spell for the second time.

Castle Rat hit the ground running with their warm and cozy retro sound intact, albeit featuring a livelier, louder and more propulsive reiteration of the sound established on the debut. Whether listeners find their whole deal too gimmicky or not, it’s tough to doubt the authenticity and passion for their chosen style. Castle Rat channel a ’70s psychedelic haze, prominent Black Sabbath influence, and share surface similarities with acts such as the underrated and enchanting Purson, and modern stoner doom merchants Green Lung. The Bestiary is an altogether harder-hitting and boisterous entity compared to the debut, jacking up the NWoHM and fantasy-inspired bombast for extra crunch. “Phoenix I” unfurls in a slow-burning, dramatic and deliberate fashion, setting the scene for Pinkerton and co to unleash their full fury.

The Bestiary’s increased gallop and fiery guitar work ignite around the poppier sensibilities and smooth central doom grooves and prevalently catchy vocal hooks. Although not the most distinctive frontwoman in the biz, Pinkerton’s silky vocal hooks and confident, commanding delivery continue to a key focal point. Right out the gate, Castle Rat stockpile big-hitting rockers, courtesy of the bluesy doom swagger and earworm hooks of rollicking gems, “Wolf I” and “Wizard.” “Siren” keeps the good times rolling, employing tense rhythmic builds and seductively sinister vocals to cast its spell. There is an easy-to-like simplicity and infectiousness to Castle Rat’s songwriting that shines when the band’s craftsmanship is at its best. Dialing up the epic-ness and adding extra crunch and pepper creates a burlier, higher-octane effort. Within the rowdier experience, Franco Vittore (aka The Count) belts out some blazing solos, while lending doomy weight to straightforward rockers (‘Serpent, “Dragon”) and a grinding, ominous touch to “Unicorn.” Castle Rat’s willingness to experiment outside their comfort zone results in an adventurous, though mixed bag. The softer material nails mysterious, foreboding atmospheres and changes pace, though these shorter pieces are generally less engaging than the album’s rockier fare.

Amidst The Bestiary’s endearing and infectious songwriting, drawbacks appear, tainting an otherwise enjoyable opus. The bricked mastering and loud production detract from the music’s warmth and endearing charms. This issue is felt in numerous areas. The drums lack punch, the mix is squashed and muddied, while dynamic shifts, such as acoustic forays, or the noisy, climactic cacophony on “Unicorn” and “Sun Song” are sapped of their power, dulling impact. Another notable change from the debut is the increased runtime, climbing to nearly fifty minutes, in contrast to its predecessor’s refreshing efficiency. There are momentum drops and pacing issues. These factors and the front-loaded nature of the album contribute to bloat. An intro, outro, mid-album instrumental piece (“Path of Moss”) and three decent, acoustic-driven folkier tunes have their merits but combined contribute to pacing issues and overall padding.

Into the Realm was an impressive debut outing, signaling Castle Rat as a fresh force pedaling retro and fantasy-clad doom to strong effect. The Bestiary marks an ambitious, solid, if flawed follow-up. Significant production concerns and the aforementioned pacing issues, bloat, and an uneven backend detract from an album that reaffirms Castle Rat as a talented band with old school values and a vision to diversify their formula with intriguing results. While not everything hits the mark, there is still much to unpack, some killer tunes, and fun to be had. Hopefully Castle Rat can channel their creativity into a more consistent, tighter effort next time round.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 3 | Format Reviewed: 2304 kbps (Lossless)
Label: Blues Funeral Recordings
Websites: bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 19th, 2025

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Castle Rat – The Bestiary Review

By Saunders

New York’s Castle Rat generated buzz off the back of their impressive slab of fantasy-inspired doom rock featured on 2024s Into the Realm. A fuzzy, female-fronted doom act with sword and sorcery shtick and a theatrical, unabashedly old school bent, the debut featured tight, infectious songwriting and enough retro flair and heavy metal swagger to rise above the familiar, throwback nature of their craft. Of course, the debut had its detractors, with their theatrical antics, coupled with a not especially original sound, failing to match the hype for some listeners enamored with the heavily populated throwback doom rock/metal scenes. Striking while the iron’s hot, Castle Rat return in quick time with sophomore album, The Bestiary. A quickfire turnaround is a welcome thing, though creates a sense of trepidation of rushed work. Riley Pinkerton (aka The Rat Queen) and her fellow minions return full of fire and ready to cast their doomy spell for the second time.

Castle Rat hit the ground running with their warm and cozy retro sound intact, albeit featuring a livelier, louder and more propulsive reiteration of the sound established on the debut. Whether listeners find their whole deal too gimmicky or not, it’s tough to doubt the authenticity and passion for their chosen style. Castle Rat channel a ’70s psychedelic haze, prominent Black Sabbath influence, and share surface similarities with acts such as the underrated and enchanting Purson, and modern stoner doom merchants Green Lung. The Bestiary is an altogether harder-hitting and boisterous entity compared to the debut, jacking up the NWoHM and fantasy-inspired bombast for extra crunch. “Phoenix I” unfurls in a slow-burning, dramatic and deliberate fashion, setting the scene for Pinkerton and co to unleash their full fury.

The Bestiary’s increased gallop and fiery guitar work ignite around the poppier sensibilities and smooth central doom grooves and prevalently catchy vocal hooks. Although not the most distinctive frontwoman in the biz, Pinkerton’s silky vocal hooks and confident, commanding delivery continue to a key focal point. Right out the gate, Castle Rat stockpile big-hitting rockers, courtesy of the bluesy doom swagger and earworm hooks of rollicking gems, “Wolf I” and “Wizard.” “Siren” keeps the good times rolling, employing tense rhythmic builds and seductively sinister vocals to cast its spell. There is an easy-to-like simplicity and infectiousness to Castle Rat’s songwriting that shines when the band’s craftsmanship is at its best. Dialing up the epic-ness and adding extra crunch and pepper creates a burlier, higher-octane effort. Within the rowdier experience, Franco Vittore (aka The Count) belts out some blazing solos, while lending doomy weight to straightforward rockers (‘Serpent, “Dragon”) and a grinding, ominous touch to “Unicorn.” Castle Rat’s willingness to experiment outside their comfort zone results in an adventurous, though mixed bag. The softer material nails mysterious, foreboding atmospheres and changes pace, though these shorter pieces are generally less engaging than the album’s rockier fare.

Amidst The Bestiary’s endearing and infectious songwriting, drawbacks appear, tainting an otherwise enjoyable opus. The bricked mastering and loud production detract from the music’s warmth and endearing charms. This issue is felt in numerous areas. The drums lack punch, the mix is squashed and muddied, while dynamic shifts, such as acoustic forays, or the noisy, climactic cacophony on “Unicorn” and “Sun Song” are sapped of their power, dulling impact. Another notable change from the debut is the increased runtime, climbing to nearly fifty minutes, in contrast to its predecessor’s refreshing efficiency. There are momentum drops and pacing issues. These factors and the front-loaded nature of the album contribute to bloat. An intro, outro, mid-album instrumental piece (“Path of Moss”) and three decent, acoustic-driven folkier tunes have their merits but combined contribute to pacing issues and overall padding.

Into the Realm was an impressive debut outing, signaling Castle Rat as a fresh force pedaling retro and fantasy-clad doom to strong effect. The Bestiary marks an ambitious, solid, if flawed follow-up. Significant production concerns and the aforementioned pacing issues, bloat, and an uneven backend detract from an album that reaffirms Castle Rat as a talented band with old school values and a vision to diversify their formula with intriguing results. While not everything hits the mark, there is still much to unpack, some killer tunes, and fun to be had. Hopefully Castle Rat can channel their creativity into a more consistent, tighter effort next time round.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 3 | Format Reviewed: 2304 kbps (Lossless)
Label: Blues Funeral Recordings
Websites: bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 19th, 2025

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Castle Rat – The Bestiary Review

By Saunders

New York’s Castle Rat generated buzz off the back of their impressive slab of fantasy-inspired doom rock featured on 2024s Into the Realm. A fuzzy, female-fronted doom act with sword and sorcery shtick and a theatrical, unabashedly old school bent, the debut featured tight, infectious songwriting and enough retro flair and heavy metal swagger to rise above the familiar, throwback nature of their craft. Of course, the debut had its detractors, with their theatrical antics, coupled with a not especially original sound, failing to match the hype for some listeners enamored with the heavily populated throwback doom rock/metal scenes. Striking while the iron’s hot, Castle Rat return in quick time with sophomore album, The Bestiary. A quickfire turnaround is a welcome thing, though creates a sense of trepidation of rushed work. Riley Pinkerton (aka The Rat Queen) and her fellow minions return full of fire and ready to cast their doomy spell for the second time.

Castle Rat hit the ground running with their warm and cozy retro sound intact, albeit featuring a livelier, louder and more propulsive reiteration of the sound established on the debut. Whether listeners find their whole deal too gimmicky or not, it’s tough to doubt the authenticity and passion for their chosen style. Castle Rat channel a ’70s psychedelic haze, prominent Black Sabbath influence, and share surface similarities with acts such as the underrated and enchanting Purson, and modern stoner doom merchants Green Lung. The Bestiary is an altogether harder-hitting and boisterous entity compared to the debut, jacking up the NWoHM and fantasy-inspired bombast for extra crunch. “Phoenix I” unfurls in a slow-burning, dramatic and deliberate fashion, setting the scene for Pinkerton and co to unleash their full fury.

The Bestiary’s increased gallop and fiery guitar work ignite around the poppier sensibilities and smooth central doom grooves and prevalently catchy vocal hooks. Although not the most distinctive frontwoman in the biz, Pinkerton’s silky vocal hooks and confident, commanding delivery continue to a key focal point. Right out the gate, Castle Rat stockpile big-hitting rockers, courtesy of the bluesy doom swagger and earworm hooks of rollicking gems, “Wolf I” and “Wizard.” “Siren” keeps the good times rolling, employing tense rhythmic builds and seductively sinister vocals to cast its spell. There is an easy-to-like simplicity and infectiousness to Castle Rat’s songwriting that shines when the band’s craftsmanship is at its best. Dialing up the epic-ness and adding extra crunch and pepper creates a burlier, higher-octane effort. Within the rowdier experience, Franco Vittore (aka The Count) belts out some blazing solos, while lending doomy weight to straightforward rockers (‘Serpent, “Dragon”) and a grinding, ominous touch to “Unicorn.” Castle Rat’s willingness to experiment outside their comfort zone results in an adventurous, though mixed bag. The softer material nails mysterious, foreboding atmospheres and changes pace, though these shorter pieces are generally less engaging than the album’s rockier fare.

Amidst The Bestiary’s endearing and infectious songwriting, drawbacks appear, tainting an otherwise enjoyable opus. The bricked mastering and loud production detract from the music’s warmth and endearing charms. This issue is felt in numerous areas. The drums lack punch, the mix is squashed and muddied, while dynamic shifts, such as acoustic forays, or the noisy, climactic cacophony on “Unicorn” and “Sun Song” are sapped of their power, dulling impact. Another notable change from the debut is the increased runtime, climbing to nearly fifty minutes, in contrast to its predecessor’s refreshing efficiency. There are momentum drops and pacing issues. These factors and the front-loaded nature of the album contribute to bloat. An intro, outro, mid-album instrumental piece (“Path of Moss”) and three decent, acoustic-driven folkier tunes have their merits but combined contribute to pacing issues and overall padding.

Into the Realm was an impressive debut outing, signaling Castle Rat as a fresh force pedaling retro and fantasy-clad doom to strong effect. The Bestiary marks an ambitious, solid, if flawed follow-up. Significant production concerns and the aforementioned pacing issues, bloat, and an uneven backend detract from an album that reaffirms Castle Rat as a talented band with old school values and a vision to diversify their formula with intriguing results. While not everything hits the mark, there is still much to unpack, some killer tunes, and fun to be had. Hopefully Castle Rat can channel their creativity into a more consistent, tighter effort next time round.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 3 | Format Reviewed: 2304 kbps (Lossless)
Label: Blues Funeral Recordings
Websites: bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 19th, 2025

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Castle Rat – The Bestiary Review

By Saunders

New York’s Castle Rat generated buzz off the back of their impressive slab of fantasy-inspired doom rock featured on 2024s Into the Realm. A fuzzy, female-fronted doom act with sword and sorcery shtick and a theatrical, unabashedly old school bent, the debut featured tight, infectious songwriting and enough retro flair and heavy metal swagger to rise above the familiar, throwback nature of their craft. Of course, the debut had its detractors, with their theatrical antics, coupled with a not especially original sound, failing to match the hype for some listeners enamored with the heavily populated throwback doom rock/metal scenes. Striking while the iron’s hot, Castle Rat return in quick time with sophomore album, The Bestiary. A quickfire turnaround is a welcome thing, though creates a sense of trepidation of rushed work. Riley Pinkerton (aka The Rat Queen) and her fellow minions return full of fire and ready to cast their doomy spell for the second time.

Castle Rat hit the ground running with their warm and cozy retro sound intact, albeit featuring a livelier, louder and more propulsive reiteration of the sound established on the debut. Whether listeners find their whole deal too gimmicky or not, it’s tough to doubt the authenticity and passion for their chosen style. Castle Rat channel a ’70s psychedelic haze, prominent Black Sabbath influence, and share surface similarities with acts such as the underrated and enchanting Purson, and modern stoner doom merchants Green Lung. The Bestiary is an altogether harder-hitting and boisterous entity compared to the debut, jacking up the NWoHM and fantasy-inspired bombast for extra crunch. “Phoenix I” unfurls in a slow-burning, dramatic and deliberate fashion, setting the scene for Pinkerton and co to unleash their full fury.

The Bestiary’s increased gallop and fiery guitar work ignite around the poppier sensibilities and smooth central doom grooves and prevalently catchy vocal hooks. Although not the most distinctive frontwoman in the biz, Pinkerton’s silky vocal hooks and confident, commanding delivery continue to a key focal point. Right out the gate, Castle Rat stockpile big-hitting rockers, courtesy of the bluesy doom swagger and earworm hooks of rollicking gems, “Wolf I” and “Wizard.” “Siren” keeps the good times rolling, employing tense rhythmic builds and seductively sinister vocals to cast its spell. There is an easy-to-like simplicity and infectiousness to Castle Rat’s songwriting that shines when the band’s craftsmanship is at its best. Dialing up the epic-ness and adding extra crunch and pepper creates a burlier, higher-octane effort. Within the rowdier experience, Franco Vittore (aka The Count) belts out some blazing solos, while lending doomy weight to straightforward rockers (‘Serpent, “Dragon”) and a grinding, ominous touch to “Unicorn.” Castle Rat’s willingness to experiment outside their comfort zone results in an adventurous, though mixed bag. The softer material nails mysterious, foreboding atmospheres and changes pace, though these shorter pieces are generally less engaging than the album’s rockier fare.

Amidst The Bestiary’s endearing and infectious songwriting, drawbacks appear, tainting an otherwise enjoyable opus. The bricked mastering and loud production detract from the music’s warmth and endearing charms. This issue is felt in numerous areas. The drums lack punch, the mix is squashed and muddied, while dynamic shifts, such as acoustic forays, or the noisy, climactic cacophony on “Unicorn” and “Sun Song” are sapped of their power, dulling impact. Another notable change from the debut is the increased runtime, climbing to nearly fifty minutes, in contrast to its predecessor’s refreshing efficiency. There are momentum drops and pacing issues. These factors and the front-loaded nature of the album contribute to bloat. An intro, outro, mid-album instrumental piece (“Path of Moss”) and three decent, acoustic-driven folkier tunes have their merits but combined contribute to pacing issues and overall padding.

Into the Realm was an impressive debut outing, signaling Castle Rat as a fresh force pedaling retro and fantasy-clad doom to strong effect. The Bestiary marks an ambitious, solid, if flawed follow-up. Significant production concerns and the aforementioned pacing issues, bloat, and an uneven backend detract from an album that reaffirms Castle Rat as a talented band with old school values and a vision to diversify their formula with intriguing results. While not everything hits the mark, there is still much to unpack, some killer tunes, and fun to be had. Hopefully Castle Rat can channel their creativity into a more consistent, tighter effort next time round.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 3 | Format Reviewed: 2304 kbps (Lossless)
Label: Blues Funeral Recordings
Websites: bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 19th, 2025

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Messa – The Spin Review

By Carcharodon

We all slow down in our old age. Our own Steel Druhm is no exception. As he closes in on his third millennium, he finds himself overwhelmed more and more often.1 And so verily it came to pass that, to help out our tiring patriarch, Dolph and I agreed to double team his beloved Italian psych-doom weirdos, Messa.2 To be fair, this is no hardship. All three of Messa’s albums to date have been absolutely killer, from the drone-doom of debut Belfry (2016), through personal fav, the post-bluesy Feast for Water (2018) to progressive opus Close (2022). To say the band is enigmatic would be something of an understatement. The quartet, which has held together without any line-up changes for over a decade, seamlessly knit together a dizzying array of styles, modulating the focus on each release. Where will the dial land on fourth outing, The Spin?

If you’re looking to place The Spin in Messa’s discography, it’s probably closest in tone to Feast for Water. However, it’s a smoother experience. Rather like using a velvetiser to make your hot chocolate. It’s still hot chocolate. But it’s thicker, richer, and, well, velvet-ier. The Spin has been velvetised in two key ways. First, Sara’s smouldering, siren-like vocals have hit a whole new level, with the power on her sustains (“Fire on the Roof” and “Void Meridian,” in particular) imbuing The Spin with such a sense of power. Secondly, guitarist Alberto has leant harder into the progressive doom of Vanishing Kids, paired with the languid blues of his solo debut (Little Albert’s Swamp King), all buried in a guitar tone that Pink Floyd would be delighted by (“Reveal” and the gorgeous back end of “Immolation”). Where Feast had a slightly roughened, old-school Trouble or Pentagram edge to its haunting, crooning vibe, Messa are now operating in bigger, more expansive—and, frankly, more expensive-sounding—territories, recalling the likes of recent Green Lung (“At Races”) and Beth Hart (“Fire on the Roof” and “Immolation”).

And yet, Messa are still unmistakably Messa. From the yawing electronica that opens The Spin on “Void Meridian,” through The Gathering-meets-psychedelic-lounge-jazz of “The Dress” to the oppressive, brooding heaviness of closer “Thicker Blood,” the constantly shifting sonic palette draws on soundscapes that are familiar from each record in the band’s back catalogue. At the same time, The Spin is more anthemic than previous albums, with almost-nailed-on song o’ the year “Fire on the Roof” leading the way, its huge, trad doom chorus a thing of beauty, while the smoky, mesmerising verses find Sara almost chanting. In fact, “Fire…” is the start of a three-track run that, for me, is pretty well the best material Messa has written, as it leads into the fragile keys and bluesy, cathartic build of “Immolation” before “The Dress” hits. It is this that sets The Spin slightly apart from previous Messa albums, which have an organic flow to them, where this latest offering feels slightly more like a collection of songs.

While The Spin does feel less like a single, flowing composition than previous Messa records, it doesn’t lack cohesion, and the massive, standout highs offer plenty of compensation for that slight loss in flow. This may be explained by the fact that, unlike Close, the band chose to record this album separately, across several locations and periods, with (apparently) a lot of rearrangement of the material to get to the finished record. Messa also focused on simplifying and stripping back the song structures, which makes them more digestible. Although there are no weak songs on The Spin, opener “Void Meridian” lacks bite and never quite hits its stride, while penultimate cut “Reveal” feels like it belongs on an earlier Messa album, particularly in its chugging middle passage. I touched above on the beautiful guitar tone that Alberto and Mark Sade have found, so thick and meaty you can practically bite into it. Apparently, the band focused on using as much original 80s equipment as possible, which could have something to do with it.

At this point, it’s becoming apparent that Messa basically can’t miss. Whatever they turn their hand to, they manage to retain their identity, while writing diverse, interesting and, most importantly, absolutely banging albums. The Spin is no exception, from the bright, propulsive energy of “At Races” to the stark beauty of “Immolation,” Messa have done it again. At a tight 43 minutes, this album races by and, when it finishes, the only reason I don’t simply start it again is that I usually want to listen to “Fire on the Roof” a couple of times first. Less challenging and more immediate than previous records, but no less beautiful for it, The Spin perhaps shows the influence of bigger label Metal Blade on the band. I hope it earns them some deserved dollar bills.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: messa.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/MESSAproject
Releases Worldwide: April 11th, 2025

Dolphin Whisperer

My brother-in-law loves metal, and I don’t think he’d be offended if I were also to say that he’s not particularly invested in finding new metal to listen to in the modern scene. However, on one ride in the car, I had Messa’s 2022 opus Close on at a moderate volume, prompting him to investigate what exactly was enchanting his ears. After that outing, he and my sister returned to their home, another five-plus hour drive, and she sent me a text saying that they binged Messa’s discog a couple times on the way back; he was in love. You see, despite the quirks that give Messa their mystical air, the crafty Italians possess the secret to all great rock music: volume-scaling power, a unique and soaring vocal presence, and big, fat hooks. The Spin, of course, is no exception.

In that regard, Messa follows their own lineage by never delivering the same album twice. The journey from post/drone atmospherics of Belfry to the heavier occult/doom worn Feast for Water to the MENA jazz-loaded snake charming Close, each entry in their catalog serves as an ode to their inherent tendency to experiment while holding true to a base of doom weight and rock attitude. Vocalist Sara Bianchin has transformed alongside Messa’s journey too, with her earliest performances reflecting the youth of her experience in rawer mic reflections. But The Spin leans on sounds from the ’80s, and, in turn, Bianchin’s now studied attack runs recklessly through swirling and swelling layers of echo and shrill serenade. Elsewhere, chorus pedal abuse, gothy reverb, and low-end synth propulsions mark The Spin’s throwback dance in the Messa stride—Disintegration-echoing bass leads (“Void Meridian,” “At Races”) crashing against Tears for Fears brooding throbs (“The Dress,” “Thicker Blood”) running through call-and-response guitar lead explosions (every. song.). It’s easy to fall prey to the sense of nostalgia that such sounds stimulate.

However, in a sense of reverence for the past, not just a wistful longing, The Spin weaves its own home in familiar textures. Messa finds a comfort in dreamy textures indebted to foundational post-punk works—those of The Sound or Joy Division—while still injecting a metallic edge of heavyweight chord drives and aggressive rhythms (“Fire on the Roof,” “Thicker Blood”). Doom anchors the drama, as always, in slow builds and syllable stretches that crawl and lurch against Messa’s chosen palette of Roland-modulated simmers and proto-shoegaze dissonance (“Void Meridian,” “The Dress”). And, of course, Messa lives life in the fast lane switching and melding identities on a dime, with late album cut “Reveal” pairing a heavy blues twang, frantic bursts of blast beats, and Bianchin’s wailing narrative for an anachronistic detour that both upends and upholds The Spin’s playful historical lens.

As Messa’s shortest album to date, The Spin’s seven cuts go down smooth but lacking in the kind of wholeness that other works have held. On one hand, it’s easy to work in The Spin to whatever length of time allows—a quick hit or two of your favorites as you dress for the day ahead, a longer commute as the sun moves from straight in the eyes to waving from the side, a jog around the neighborhood with canine companions. Movement, or rather transience, sits at the core of Messa’s themes here after all: the chase for meaning in a strained world (“Void Meridian”), the weight of choice that can’t decide a push or pull (“Immolation”), and accepting what lurks around the corner (“Thicker Blood”). And so The Spin demands more as an encapsulation of wandering, but it’s a human quest that’s easy to indulge as you see fit.

Neither a slow-burn nor a peel out, The Spin saunters at a breathing, bustling pace that manages to hustle ahead of a growing movement gazey and hazey doom wielders. I, too find solace in genre cousins like the jazzy and equally textured Moths or the pleading missions of Slumbering Sun, but Messa continues to find ways to wield weaponized guitar heroism, fat-bottomed tones, and sultry synthesis in a way that feels true to their growing discography while reaching to new fans and new sounds. Music this powerful stands ready to inspire binge listening, tone envy, and, with any luck, another generation hopelessly addicted to six strings screaming at unadvisable volumes.

Rating: 4.0/5.0

#2025 #40 #Apr25 #BethHart #Blues #DoomJazz #DoomMetal #Eagles #GothicRock #GreenLung #HeavyMetal #ItalianMetal #JoyDivision #LittleAlbert #Messa #MetalBladeRecords #Pentagram #PinkFloyd #postPunk #PsychedelicRock #Review #Reviews #TearsForFears #TheCure #TheGathering #TheSound #TheSpin #Trouble #VanishingKids

Where‘s @Trantor? Last thing I know is he was about to see #GreenLung and now - silence.
Where is the hooray? Where are the photos? 🧐

Gig Review: Satan’s Satyrs / Unto Others / Green Lung – The Garage, Glasgow (20th February 2025)

On a crisp evening in Glasgow, the air was thick with anticipation as fans gathered for the much-awaited Heathen Neverland show, featuring the formidable acts of Unto Others and Green Lung. The

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#TesseracT, #Leprous, #GreenLung and #Sungazer among others announced for this year's #ArcTanGent. Tempting 😬

#TesseracT, #Leprous, #GreenLung and #Sungazer among others announced for this year's #ArcTanGent. Tempting 😬

#TesseracT, #Leprous, #GreenLung and #Sungazer among others announced for this year's #ArcTanGent. Tempting 😬

#TesseracT, #Leprous, #GreenLung and #Sungazer among others announced for this year's #ArcTanGent. Tempting 😬

#TesseracT, #Leprous, #GreenLung and #Sungazer among others announced for this year's #ArcTanGent. Tempting 😬

Sergeant Thunderhoof – The Ghost of Badon Hill [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Saunders

Back in 2022, a sneaky filter piece alerted me to the existence of UK progressive, psych-drenched stoner rock/metal band Sergeant Thunderhoof and their wonderfully written fourth album, This Sceptred Veil. It nabbed a well-deserved spot on my year-end list, remaining in solid rotation since its release. November 2024 saw Sergeant Thunderhoof return with their highly anticipated follow-up to that game-changing album. Dropping midway through the month, conceptual album The Ghost of Badon Hill took a few listens to sink its teeth in. Meanwhile, as the year rapidly drew to its conclusion, it didn’t quite garner the level of attention it inevitably deserved to properly consider for list season. With their signature style and inventive songwriting on full display, Sergeant Thunderhoof delivered a finely crafted offering and differing beast to its immediate predecessor.

Despite its epic, slightly bloated length, This Spectred Veil was a more immediate, punchy album, featuring epic progressive compositions and a swaggering, hard-rocking immediacy, particularly on such boisterous, rollicking numbers as “Devil’s Daughter,” “Woman Call,” and “Show Don’t Tell.” In comparison, The Ghost of Badon Hill is a more subdued, measured affair, exemplified by brooding, slow-burning opening cut “Badon,” a haunting, acoustic heavy offering that builds satisfyingly to a sludgy, psych-doom-addled climax. It’s the kind of tune that takes a handful of listens to fully appreciate, rewarding repeat listens. “Blood Moon” contains a similar vibe to the straightforward rocking material from This Spectred Veil. Groovy, punchy riffs, emotive leads, and a typically gritty, yet soulful singing performance from immensely talented frontman Dan Flitcroft defines another well-crafted, hooky rocker in the Thunderhoof repertoire. “Salvation for the Soul” demonstrates their bread-and-butter knack of throwing down thick, burly stoner-doom riffs, fat grooves, and irresistible hooks within tightly coiled, progressive frameworks.

Conceptually delving into the history, mysticism, and folklore of Somerset (set in the 4th Century AD), The Ghost of Badon Hill possesses a darkly enchanting, melancholic atmosphere, dripping with their trademark moody and emotive delivery. Sergeant Thunderhoof’s muscular progressive tendencies amidst the album’s restrained approach, are given platforms to gradually unfurl and develop on the stirring longer form epics (“The Orb of Octavia,” and heart-wrenching closer “Beyond the Hill”). Shifting effortlessly through dynamic arrangements, moods and textures, earwormy hooks, and melodies are never far from the surface, as skilled musicianship, excellent vocals, and exemplary guitar work cuts deeply. The highs may fall short of its predecessor, however, The Ghost of Badon Hill wins points for its interesting concept, cutting emotional resonance, and compact duration (sporting a significantly shorter runtime than This Spectred Veil). Each song comes uniformly well-constructed, nuanced, and deceptively infectious.

The writing is never less than engaging and the hooks penetrate deeper with subsequent listens. Following initial reservations, The Ghost of Badon Hill developed into an increasingly addictive listen, a genuine grower, demonstrating the band’s continued growth and maturity and standing tall alongside higher profile contemporaries, such as Green Lung. The Ghost of Badon Hill is a richly rewarding platter of groovy, proggy, emotive delights, reinforcing Sergeant Thunderhoof as an elite and unappreciated heavyweight in the hazy realms of psychedelic, progressive and stoner-influenced rock/metal.

Tracks to Check Out: “The Orb of Octavia,” “Salvation for the Soul,” “Sentinel”

#2024 #GreenLung #HeavyRock #PaleWizardRecords #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #SergeantThunderhoof #StonerMetal #TheGhostOfBadonHill #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024

Sergeant Thunderhoof – The Ghost of Badon Hill [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Saunders

Back in 2022, a sneaky filter piece alerted me to the existence of UK progressive, psych-drenched stoner rock/metal band Sergeant Thunderhoof and their wonderfully written fourth album, This Sceptred Veil. It nabbed a well-deserved spot on my year-end list, remaining in solid rotation since its release. November 2024 saw Sergeant Thunderhoof return with their highly anticipated follow-up to that game-changing album. Dropping midway through the month, conceptual album The Ghost of Badon Hill took a few listens to sink its teeth in. Meanwhile, as the year rapidly drew to its conclusion, it didn’t quite garner the level of attention it inevitably deserved to properly consider for list season. With their signature style and inventive songwriting on full display, Sergeant Thunderhoof delivered a finely crafted offering and differing beast to its immediate predecessor.

Despite its epic, slightly bloated length, This Spectred Veil was a more immediate, punchy album, featuring epic progressive compositions and a swaggering, hard-rocking immediacy, particularly on such boisterous, rollicking numbers as “Devil’s Daughter,” “Woman Call,” and “Show Don’t Tell.” In comparison, The Ghost of Badon Hill is a more subdued, measured affair, exemplified by brooding, slow-burning opening cut “Badon,” a haunting, acoustic heavy offering that builds satisfyingly to a sludgy, psych-doom-addled climax. It’s the kind of tune that takes a handful of listens to fully appreciate, rewarding repeat listens. “Blood Moon” contains a similar vibe to the straightforward rocking material from This Spectred Veil. Groovy, punchy riffs, emotive leads, and a typically gritty, yet soulful singing performance from immensely talented frontman Dan Flitcroft defines another well-crafted, hooky rocker in the Thunderhoof repertoire. “Salvation for the Soul” demonstrates their bread-and-butter knack of throwing down thick, burly stoner-doom riffs, fat grooves, and irresistible hooks within tightly coiled, progressive frameworks.

Conceptually delving into the history, mysticism, and folklore of Somerset (set in the 4th Century AD), The Ghost of Badon Hill possesses a darkly enchanting, melancholic atmosphere, dripping with their trademark moody and emotive delivery. Sergeant Thunderhoof’s muscular progressive tendencies amidst the album’s restrained approach, are given platforms to gradually unfurl and develop on the stirring longer form epics (“The Orb of Octavia,” and heart-wrenching closer “Beyond the Hill”). Shifting effortlessly through dynamic arrangements, moods and textures, earwormy hooks, and melodies are never far from the surface, as skilled musicianship, excellent vocals, and exemplary guitar work cuts deeply. The highs may fall short of its predecessor, however, The Ghost of Badon Hill wins points for its interesting concept, cutting emotional resonance, and compact duration (sporting a significantly shorter runtime than This Spectred Veil). Each song comes uniformly well-constructed, nuanced, and deceptively infectious.

The writing is never less than engaging and the hooks penetrate deeper with subsequent listens. Following initial reservations, The Ghost of Badon Hill developed into an increasingly addictive listen, a genuine grower, demonstrating the band’s continued growth and maturity and standing tall alongside higher profile contemporaries, such as Green Lung. The Ghost of Badon Hill is a richly rewarding platter of groovy, proggy, emotive delights, reinforcing Sergeant Thunderhoof as an elite and unappreciated heavyweight in the hazy realms of psychedelic, progressive and stoner-influenced rock/metal.

Tracks to Check Out: “The Orb of Octavia,” “Salvation for the Soul,” “Sentinel”

#2024 #GreenLung #HeavyRock #PaleWizardRecords #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #SergeantThunderhoof #StonerMetal #TheGhostOfBadonHill #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024

Sergeant Thunderhoof – The Ghost of Badon Hill [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Saunders

Back in 2022, a sneaky filter piece alerted me to the existence of UK progressive, psych-drenched stoner rock/metal band Sergeant Thunderhoof and their wonderfully written fourth album, This Sceptred Veil. It nabbed a well-deserved spot on my year-end list, remaining in solid rotation since its release. November 2024 saw Sergeant Thunderhoof return with their highly anticipated follow-up to that game-changing album. Dropping midway through the month, conceptual album The Ghost of Badon Hill took a few listens to sink its teeth in. Meanwhile, as the year rapidly drew to its conclusion, it didn’t quite garner the level of attention it inevitably deserved to properly consider for list season. With their signature style and inventive songwriting on full display, Sergeant Thunderhoof delivered a finely crafted offering and differing beast to its immediate predecessor.

Despite its epic, slightly bloated length, This Spectred Veil was a more immediate, punchy album, featuring epic progressive compositions and a swaggering, hard-rocking immediacy, particularly on such boisterous, rollicking numbers as “Devil’s Daughter,” “Woman Call,” and “Show Don’t Tell.” In comparison, The Ghost of Badon Hill is a more subdued, measured affair, exemplified by brooding, slow-burning opening cut “Badon,” a haunting, acoustic heavy offering that builds satisfyingly to a sludgy, psych-doom-addled climax. It’s the kind of tune that takes a handful of listens to fully appreciate, rewarding repeat listens. “Blood Moon” contains a similar vibe to the straightforward rocking material from This Spectred Veil. Groovy, punchy riffs, emotive leads, and a typically gritty, yet soulful singing performance from immensely talented frontman Dan Flitcroft defines another well-crafted, hooky rocker in the Thunderhoof repertoire. “Salvation for the Soul” demonstrates their bread-and-butter knack of throwing down thick, burly stoner-doom riffs, fat grooves, and irresistible hooks within tightly coiled, progressive frameworks.

Conceptually delving into the history, mysticism, and folklore of Somerset (set in the 4th Century AD), The Ghost of Badon Hill possesses a darkly enchanting, melancholic atmosphere, dripping with their trademark moody and emotive delivery. Sergeant Thunderhoof’s muscular progressive tendencies amidst the album’s restrained approach, are given platforms to gradually unfurl and develop on the stirring longer form epics (“The Orb of Octavia,” and heart-wrenching closer “Beyond the Hill”). Shifting effortlessly through dynamic arrangements, moods and textures, earwormy hooks, and melodies are never far from the surface, as skilled musicianship, excellent vocals, and exemplary guitar work cuts deeply. The highs may fall short of its predecessor, however, The Ghost of Badon Hill wins points for its interesting concept, cutting emotional resonance, and compact duration (sporting a significantly shorter runtime than This Spectred Veil). Each song comes uniformly well-constructed, nuanced, and deceptively infectious.

The writing is never less than engaging and the hooks penetrate deeper with subsequent listens. Following initial reservations, The Ghost of Badon Hill developed into an increasingly addictive listen, a genuine grower, demonstrating the band’s continued growth and maturity and standing tall alongside higher profile contemporaries, such as Green Lung. The Ghost of Badon Hill is a richly rewarding platter of groovy, proggy, emotive delights, reinforcing Sergeant Thunderhoof as an elite and unappreciated heavyweight in the hazy realms of psychedelic, progressive and stoner-influenced rock/metal.

Tracks to Check Out: “The Orb of Octavia,” “Salvation for the Soul,” “Sentinel”

#2024 #GreenLung #HeavyRock #PaleWizardRecords #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #SergeantThunderhoof #StonerMetal #TheGhostOfBadonHill #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024

Sergeant Thunderhoof – The Ghost of Badon Hill [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Saunders

Back in 2022, a sneaky filter piece alerted me to the existence of UK progressive, psych-drenched stoner rock/metal band Sergeant Thunderhoof and their wonderfully written fourth album, This Sceptred Veil. It nabbed a well-deserved spot on my year-end list, remaining in solid rotation since its release. November 2024 saw Sergeant Thunderhoof return with their highly anticipated follow-up to that game-changing album. Dropping midway through the month, conceptual album The Ghost of Badon Hill took a few listens to sink its teeth in. Meanwhile, as the year rapidly drew to its conclusion, it didn’t quite garner the level of attention it inevitably deserved to properly consider for list season. With their signature style and inventive songwriting on full display, Sergeant Thunderhoof delivered a finely crafted offering and differing beast to its immediate predecessor.

Despite its epic, slightly bloated length, This Spectred Veil was a more immediate, punchy album, featuring epic progressive compositions and a swaggering, hard-rocking immediacy, particularly on such boisterous, rollicking numbers as “Devil’s Daughter,” “Woman Call,” and “Show Don’t Tell.” In comparison, The Ghost of Badon Hill is a more subdued, measured affair, exemplified by brooding, slow-burning opening cut “Badon,” a haunting, acoustic heavy offering that builds satisfyingly to a sludgy, psych-doom-addled climax. It’s the kind of tune that takes a handful of listens to fully appreciate, rewarding repeat listens. “Blood Moon” contains a similar vibe to the straightforward rocking material from This Spectred Veil. Groovy, punchy riffs, emotive leads, and a typically gritty, yet soulful singing performance from immensely talented frontman Dan Flitcroft defines another well-crafted, hooky rocker in the Thunderhoof repertoire. “Salvation for the Soul” demonstrates their bread-and-butter knack of throwing down thick, burly stoner-doom riffs, fat grooves, and irresistible hooks within tightly coiled, progressive frameworks.

Conceptually delving into the history, mysticism, and folklore of Somerset (set in the 4th Century AD), The Ghost of Badon Hill possesses a darkly enchanting, melancholic atmosphere, dripping with their trademark moody and emotive delivery. Sergeant Thunderhoof’s muscular progressive tendencies amidst the album’s restrained approach, are given platforms to gradually unfurl and develop on the stirring longer form epics (“The Orb of Octavia,” and heart-wrenching closer “Beyond the Hill”). Shifting effortlessly through dynamic arrangements, moods and textures, earwormy hooks, and melodies are never far from the surface, as skilled musicianship, excellent vocals, and exemplary guitar work cuts deeply. The highs may fall short of its predecessor, however, The Ghost of Badon Hill wins points for its interesting concept, cutting emotional resonance, and compact duration (sporting a significantly shorter runtime than This Spectred Veil). Each song comes uniformly well-constructed, nuanced, and deceptively infectious.

The writing is never less than engaging and the hooks penetrate deeper with subsequent listens. Following initial reservations, The Ghost of Badon Hill developed into an increasingly addictive listen, a genuine grower, demonstrating the band’s continued growth and maturity and standing tall alongside higher profile contemporaries, such as Green Lung. The Ghost of Badon Hill is a richly rewarding platter of groovy, proggy, emotive delights, reinforcing Sergeant Thunderhoof as an elite and unappreciated heavyweight in the hazy realms of psychedelic, progressive and stoner-influenced rock/metal.

Tracks to Check Out: “The Orb of Octavia,” “Salvation for the Soul,” “Sentinel”

#2024 #GreenLung #HeavyRock #PaleWizardRecords #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #SergeantThunderhoof #StonerMetal #TheGhostOfBadonHill #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024

Sergeant Thunderhoof – The Ghost of Badon Hill [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Saunders

Back in 2022, a sneaky filter piece alerted me to the existence of UK progressive, psych-drenched stoner rock/metal band Sergeant Thunderhoof and their wonderfully written fourth album, This Sceptred Veil. It nabbed a well-deserved spot on my year-end list, remaining in solid rotation since its release. November 2024 saw Sergeant Thunderhoof return with their highly anticipated follow-up to that game-changing album. Dropping midway through the month, conceptual album The Ghost of Badon Hill took a few listens to sink its teeth in. Meanwhile, as the year rapidly drew to its conclusion, it didn’t quite garner the level of attention it inevitably deserved to properly consider for list season. With their signature style and inventive songwriting on full display, Sergeant Thunderhoof delivered a finely crafted offering and differing beast to its immediate predecessor.

Despite its epic, slightly bloated length, This Spectred Veil was a more immediate, punchy album, featuring epic progressive compositions and a swaggering, hard-rocking immediacy, particularly on such boisterous, rollicking numbers as “Devil’s Daughter,” “Woman Call,” and “Show Don’t Tell.” In comparison, The Ghost of Badon Hill is a more subdued, measured affair, exemplified by brooding, slow-burning opening cut “Badon,” a haunting, acoustic heavy offering that builds satisfyingly to a sludgy, psych-doom-addled climax. It’s the kind of tune that takes a handful of listens to fully appreciate, rewarding repeat listens. “Blood Moon” contains a similar vibe to the straightforward rocking material from This Spectred Veil. Groovy, punchy riffs, emotive leads, and a typically gritty, yet soulful singing performance from immensely talented frontman Dan Flitcroft defines another well-crafted, hooky rocker in the Thunderhoof repertoire. “Salvation for the Soul” demonstrates their bread-and-butter knack of throwing down thick, burly stoner-doom riffs, fat grooves, and irresistible hooks within tightly coiled, progressive frameworks.

Conceptually delving into the history, mysticism, and folklore of Somerset (set in the 4th Century AD), The Ghost of Badon Hill possesses a darkly enchanting, melancholic atmosphere, dripping with their trademark moody and emotive delivery. Sergeant Thunderhoof’s muscular progressive tendencies amidst the album’s restrained approach, are given platforms to gradually unfurl and develop on the stirring longer form epics (“The Orb of Octavia,” and heart-wrenching closer “Beyond the Hill”). Shifting effortlessly through dynamic arrangements, moods and textures, earwormy hooks, and melodies are never far from the surface, as skilled musicianship, excellent vocals, and exemplary guitar work cuts deeply. The highs may fall short of its predecessor, however, The Ghost of Badon Hill wins points for its interesting concept, cutting emotional resonance, and compact duration (sporting a significantly shorter runtime than This Spectred Veil). Each song comes uniformly well-constructed, nuanced, and deceptively infectious.

The writing is never less than engaging and the hooks penetrate deeper with subsequent listens. Following initial reservations, The Ghost of Badon Hill developed into an increasingly addictive listen, a genuine grower, demonstrating the band’s continued growth and maturity and standing tall alongside higher profile contemporaries, such as Green Lung. The Ghost of Badon Hill is a richly rewarding platter of groovy, proggy, emotive delights, reinforcing Sergeant Thunderhoof as an elite and unappreciated heavyweight in the hazy realms of psychedelic, progressive and stoner-influenced rock/metal.

Tracks to Check Out: “The Orb of Octavia,” “Salvation for the Soul,” “Sentinel”

#2024 #GreenLung #HeavyRock #PaleWizardRecords #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #SergeantThunderhoof #StonerMetal #TheGhostOfBadonHill #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024

It's #GreenLung o'clock!

https://youtu.be/15cbXHjC9oM

#MaxineWitchQueen #StonerDoomRock #LeylinesAndShit

Right now is the time you need to hear MAXINE, WITCH QUEEN by #GreenLung :

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#HammerHorror #LatePsych #EarlyMetal #WickerManLOLs

Festival Review: Bloodstock 2024 – Sean M’s Review (Thursday / Friday)

Another year, another Bloodstock! Looking back I can’t believe this one has been my ninth festival. I’ve been going

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#GigReviews #AcidAge #Bloodstock #Clutch #DesertStorm #Disposable #GrandMagus #GreenLung #Hellripper #Igorrr #LethalEvil #Opeth #PopUpPuppetCinema #RottingChrist #SouthOfSalem

Festival Review: Bloodstock 2024 – Sean M’s Review (Thursday / Friday)

Another year, another Bloodstock! Looking back I can’t believe this one has been my ninth festival. I’ve been going

https://www.moshville.co.uk/reviews/gig-review/2024/08/festival-review-bloodstock-2024-sean-ms-review-thursday-friday/

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Festival Review: Bloodstock 2024 – Sean M’s Review (Thursday / Friday)

Another year, another Bloodstock! Looking back I can’t believe this one has been my ninth festival. I’ve been going

https://www.moshville.co.uk/reviews/gig-review/2024/08/festival-review-bloodstock-2024-sean-ms-review-thursday-friday/

#GigReviews #AcidAge #Bloodstock #Clutch #DesertStorm #Disposable #GrandMagus #GreenLung #Hellripper #Igorrr #LethalEvil #Opeth #PopUpPuppetCinema #RottingChrist #SouthOfSalem

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#louder
“These shamans are about to bewitch metal’s mainstream”: Green Lung prove they’re the next big thing at awe-inspiring London show

https://www.loudersound.com/reviews/green-lung-secret-show-review-2024

#GreenLung #MetalHammer #StonerMetal #DoomMetal

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#MetalInjection
10 Extremely Underrated Doom Metal Albums
Good grief.

https://metalinjection.net/lists/10-extremely-underrated-doom-metal-albums

#DoomMetal #UnderratedAlbums #WoodsOfYpres #KingWoman #Lychgate #MournfulCongregation #Salome #Warhorse #GreenLung #Wormphlegm

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#MetalInjection
10 Extremely Underrated Doom Metal Albums
Good grief.

https://metalinjection.net/lists/10-extremely-underrated-doom-metal-albums

#DoomMetal #UnderratedAlbums #WoodsOfYpres #KingWoman #Lychgate #MournfulCongregation #Salome #Warhorse #GreenLung #Wormphlegm

Festival Review: Hellfest 2024 – Day 1

Hellfest 2024 was the second edition I ever attended, this time as press. It's been a privilege to have been granted an accreditation for the four days and I intended to honour my commitments from the day I received this e-mail. I then checked out the bands that would talk to me the mos

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#GigReviews #AllThemWitches #Brujeria #GreenLung #Morne #Sylvaine

Festival Review: Hellfest 2024 – Day 1

Hellfest 2024 was the second edition I ever attended, this time as press. It's been a privilege to have been granted an accreditation for the four days and I intended to honour my commitments from the day I received this e-mail. I then checked out the bands that would talk to me the mos

https://www.moshville.co.uk/reviews/gig-review/2024/07/festival-review-hellfest-2024-day-1/

#GigReviews #AllThemWitches #Brujeria #GreenLung #Morne #Sylvaine

Festival Review: Hellfest 2024 – Day 1

Hellfest 2024 was the second edition I ever attended, this time as press. It's been a privilege to have been granted an accreditation for the four days and I intended to honour my commitments from the day I received this e-mail. I then checked out the bands that would talk to me the mos

https://www.moshville.co.uk/reviews/gig-review/2024/07/festival-review-hellfest-2024-day-1/

#GigReviews #AllThemWitches #Brujeria #GreenLung #Morne #Sylvaine