What was it that many in the good ole “snail-mail and no-internet” underground said about Sigh and Master’s Hammer? Avantgarde? Heck no.
The way I remembered it, they were just admired for being truthful to their lyrics and image and for creating music like no other fucker does to top it all off.
It’s good to know that they are still doing exactly the same thing throughout the years. Even with all those theatrical trumpets, timpani, violins, cellos and samplings galore, I can still feel the darkness of the musicians oozing through every track.
As experience has always shown, real ‘darkness’ can never be limited by stupid categories. And this is darkness, undisputed.
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