Evil Sex Party – E.S.P.

Listening to E.S.P., the new album from US ambient noise weavers Evil Sex Party is like driving in the thickest uncompromising fog where mere inches of visibility toys with the imagination. Every second is fraught with the unknown; danger and unpredictability hiding along a highway once familiar but now an imposing relentless test on the senses. The exacting scrutiny offered by E.S.P. is the sonic equivalent, an instrumental exploration and examination of ears and imagination which never allows a moment for either to relax or find sanctuary in the safer realms of the psyche.

Submerging the listener in a smog of raw noise, ravenous drone, and dark ambience, Evil Sex Party is the latest project of Otto Kinzel, one half of Skin Drone as well as behind many other projects. If there are others involved in his latest adventure we have not discovered yet, but Kinzel has a pedigree of being involved in attention grabbing adventures and in discovering them as the former head of Bluntface Records and Evil Sex Party is no exception.

Like an aural interpretation of The Ring movie, the Japanese original, in that the sounds and imagination immersing qualities of E.S.P. keep coming at you with a dark and relentless intensity, the album devours the senses from the first touch of opener Commencement. Instantly a thick glaze of shadow bound sound engulfs ears, its mono tone creating a rapaciously textured wall with subtle changes creating ripples in its emotionally suggestive mirror. Swiftly thoughts and emotions are sucked into its devilry, a breeding ground for all imaginations to conjure and weave, as across all tracks, interpretations which are sure to be individual to each listener. Equally though, there is an infectiousness in its droning crawl, an almost meditative hue which rewards the closing of eyes and the removing of distractions from the world around with fresh explorations in each and every listen.

The far briefer and sonically harsher incitement of Tangle Of Flesh follows, its visceral touch and caustic air as seductive as they are corrosive leading to a climax of a handful of seconds which are pure antipathy before Liturgy lays its cosmic charms and darkwave nurtured noises upon thoughts. Spatial yet with a threatening intimacy which is almost occultist, certainly Crowley-esque in its other-worldly air, the track captivates as it infests a by now willing imagination for the release.

The Body And The Blood rises up next with a carnality in tone which scars and grates as magnetically as it entrances. The track’s drone nags the senses but again each subtle wave is an evolution on the last, pressing and flirting with its victim with a ravenous yet threateningly controlled appetite. Like a predator, its patience is unrelenting, its trespass undeterred before making way for the aberrant beauty of Transmogrification. Its melodies are a fusion of elegance and the grotesque, the former to the fore but carrying a sense of dark deceit which again has the imagination running with creativity.

The album concludes with firstly the sonic sacrament of Communion; pain and pleasure, violation and love clad deception at one within the track’s sinful secrecy and enticing hum, and lastly the melancholic temptation and low key but infectious swing of Retreat To Light. As the album overall, both tracks are a spark for thoughts and emotions and a testing enigma for increasingly welcoming ears.

Certainly Evil Sex Party and E.S.P. will be a challenge too far for many but a gateway into rich adventure for just as many with greater understanding of band, album, and one’s own inner shadow stalked psyche blossoming with each subsequent listen.

E.S.P. is out now @ https://evilsexparty.bandcamp.com/releases

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Pete RingMaster 04/07/2017

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Bloody Knives – I Will Cut Your Heart Out For This

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The tone of its title, I Will Cut Your Heart Out For This, pretty much sets you up for the emotional trespass and sonic attitude of the new album from Texan trio Bloody Knives. It is a dark invasive suggestion echoed throughout the eight tracks’ scarred nihilistic hearts and a sound which crawls over and smothers the senses. Equally, it comes fuelled by melancholy thicker than Victorian London fog which at times is just as oppressive and invasively enveloping as the caustically natured sounds and as compelling as the raw beauty also invading ear and imagination.

Consisting of Preston Maddox (bass, voice, keyboards, samples, programming), Jake McCown (drums, noise, programming, art), and Jack O’Hara Harris (guitars, noise), Bloody Knives creates soundscapes which immerses the imagination in the darkest corners of life and emotion, into the harshest shadows within fiercest betrayals and deeds. Trying to accurately pin down their sound, lyrically and emotionally, is like trying to grab air, music and album simply a dense kaleidoscope of flavours and thought grasping dramas. The trio certainly find the coldest and rawest aspects of styles like dream pop, shoegaze, and psych pop to weave into intoxicating tempests also shaped by essences of post punk and industrially honed ethereal droning. It is a mesmeric and disturbing mix stealing attention instantly within the opener of the Maddox and Ian Rundell (Dead Space, Ghetto Ghouls, Xetas) recorded and Adam Stilson (New Canyons, Airiel, The March Violets) mixed and mastered I Will Cut Your Heart Out For This.

The album opens with Cystic, an instantly blistering nagging on the senses as guitars and keys sizzle venomously around the infectious stroll of the bass and Maddox’s morosely inviting and solemnly mellow vocals. Like a mix of My Bloody Valentine, The Jesus and Mary Chain, and Crispy Ambulance yet, as all tracks, something uniquely Bloody Knives, the song bites, grumbles, and entices with an inescapable virulence before it evolves into the following Blood Turns Cold. There is an even darker, almost desperation hued emotion and air to the second track, its character uncompromising and ravenous as icy melodies and melancholic vocals lace the transfixing drone of the encounter.

art_RingMasterReviewA bolder, antagonistic post punk undercurrent runs through the next up Reflection Lies, the bass leading those magnetic textures within another imagination sparking smog of sonic and melodic dissonance cast by guitar and synth, while Black Hole swings and rumbles with celestial and almost carnivorous washes of sound and emotion, each evolving and expanding in the ears with every passing minute. Both tracks majorly beguile and intimidate in varying ways and each ignites the senses, but the second of the two with its punk growl and techno flirtation within ravenous atmospheric explorations is especially irresistible.

Through the plaintive tone and sonic trespass of Static, where a great catchy Leitmotive like nagging emerges, and the dark, deranged almost funereal waltz of the instrumental —-, ears and thoughts continue to be potently challenged and eagerly involved whilst Poison Halo offers an even fiercer  wall of aural and emotional density. As ever the raw and suffocating hues of sound are expertly tempered by the coldly engaging delivery of Maddox and the often seemingly toxic melodies, the bass again sparking the contagiousness underpinning every song in one way or another.

Finishing with Buried Alive, a captivating assault of sonic and emotional discordance equipped with keenly edged scythes of guitars, psyche invading keys, and that ever successful rousing bass tenacity not forgetting the fiercely persuasive vocals, I Will Cut Your Heart Out For This is a thrilling confrontation and adventure. It takes the listener to new, invasive places in body and emotion yet rewards with spirit arousing challenges. With only the drums having their bite dulled by the swamp of sound around them as a minute niggle, I Will Cut Your Heart Out For This is simply one easy recommendation.

I Will Cut Your Heart Out For This is out now via Saint Marie Records @ https://saintmarierecords.bandcamp.com/album/i-will-cut-your-heart-out-for-this available digitally and on Vinyl limited to 500 (200 Black and 300 Ox blood / Electric Blue)

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Noise-A-Tron – Vast Arcane

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There is a video going around and hitting news stations over strange unearthly noises invading ears and psyche from around the globe. Is it terrestrial bred, alien spawned, or the earth groaning? No one knows but I would suggest the cause just might originate from the practise rooms of US duo Noise-A-Tron, because their new instrumental EP Vast Arcane is a doom spawned confrontation casting similarly portentous and haunting roars of sonic disturbance and apocalyptic seduction. It is also seriously compelling, an irresistible experiment of drone fuelled noise rock which magnificently challenges and ignites everything from ears to imagination.

Noise-A-Tron consists of drummer Jason Bledsoe and his wife Lea on synths and bass. The seeds of the band began with Florida band Bullhead in which Indiana bred Jason played. They released two EPs and in 2000 recruited Michigan born Lea Rudko into the line-up. Previously she had played in experimental noise project Terror Organ, a two piece with Angel Corpse singer/bassist Pete Helmkamp. Early 2002 saw the demise of those bands and the beginning of The Human Echo which went on to release a couple of well-received albums and undertake several tours. In 2005 Jason and Lea married and four years later the end of the band was the springboard for the rising of Noise-A-Tron. The pair released a well-received self-titled EP in 2010, its impacting presence and invention continuing through Vast Arcane in the same heavy imposing way but exploring even darker ravenous realms of sound and emotional menace through an invasive sonic bleeding of noise. It is a ravaging trespass of the senses and emotions but at times equally as anthemic and seductively potent in its enterprise and temptation.

The release opens with Intro, the track as its title suggests setting up the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere of the release but featuring as an individual proposal in its own formidable right too. Keys spin a haunting ambience from its first breath, an emerging spatial atmosphere punctuated by heftily swung beats from Jason. The imagination is swiftly alive with ideas and adventures sparked by the piece, thick sonic bellows and slow laboured roars alone enough bait to dark cinematic flights of fancy.

Vast Arcane cover   Following track Six, all songs consecutively numbered, has a lighter air, well in relation to its predecessor, but one again permeating the senses with creeping shadows of sound and intent. The 8-string bass flirtation from Lea is as transfixing as her skills on keys, a fascinating tangle of textures mixed live whilst mesmerising ears and air with startling invention. The track as the album is contagiously meditative, every sonic yawn and piercing intrusion as hypnotic as it is fearsome, and often equipped with infectious virulence. Even in its caustic and harshly aired finale there is a gripping essence which simply enthrals. Like a sub note to the stark narrative of the track, the brief inescapable lure of Six Point Five takes over next, bass and drums a riotous anthem of epidemic agitation and addictive enterprise. It is a festival compared to the dark climate of the previous sounds but still only offering a menacing tone and enticement at its heart.

Seven slips back into a lumbering gait and intensive examination of noise and listener, though its gaping sonic voice and physical consumption wraps around another lively incitement of rhythms. There is vastness to the piece of sound, though courted by the more intimate touches of drums, an exploration of depths which from the EP artwork hint is celestial but can just as easily be a flight into the unknown depths of earth and sea, or the darkest inescapable nightmares of the mind.

The erosive invasive beauty of the track continues into the epic closer Eight, near on fourteen minutes of rhythmic provocation immersed in a bracing sonic swamp thick in noise and intensity but breath-taking in its ever evolving scenery. As in all tracks, the textures crafted and spun out to startling impact are beautifully layered, each element given a clarity which defies the overall sweltering climate of the increasingly dark and imposing but always seriously giving soundscape.

The quite brilliant Vast Arcane and indeed Noise-A-Tron themselves are not going to be for everyone, the intensity and raw essence of their sound a challenge too far for many, but if any mix of bands like Morkobot, Dope Body, Godflesh, or Sunn O))) sounds like a great appetiser then the Seattle pair have an extraordinary treat in store for you.

Vast Arcane is available now via Bleeding Light Records digitally @ http://bleedinglightrecords.bigcartel.com/product/noise-a-tron-vast-arcane-download and on limited to 250 black vinyl.

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RingMaster 29/04/2015

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Twinesuns – The Leaving

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Mesmeric and disturbing, like the sinister soundtrack to an invasive inescapable dream, The Leaving is an encounter to equally fear and embrace. Consisting of five extensive examinations of the psyche, the debut album from Twinesuns explores the darkest haunting textures and depths through a fusion of drone and doom within just as imposing stark and ravenous ambiences. Surreally cinematic and corrosively evocative, the release is an experiment in thought provoking sound and cryptic emotion, a hallucinogenic nightmare devouring senses and imagination.

Twinesuns is the result of a union between C (NVRVD) and Thor Ohe (ex- Kinsai, DNAmplified), the pair coming together to play heavy music with no restrictions and that reflects their creative passion. The band says in the accompanying promo to the album, ‘The idea behind THE LEAVING, or more essentially in the foundation of Twinesuns, was to create music that basically allows it to be everything that both of us – as a band like. We wanted to break free from all these rules that dominate today’s heavy music. Why is there a need of rhythm or drums? Why can ́t there be mistakes on a record (since it’s a very natural habit to make mistakes)? Does heavy music need vocals? Why do there have to be different parts and always the same structures in music? Why can ́t we play the same riff for 10 minutes? We wanted to ignore all these guide lines and create something for us, something that would primarily fit our taste and understanding of music and art.’ The album also sees the addition of Abraham’s Renzo Tornado Especial providing moog designs within the caustic and distortion washed sonic incitement of the band. Mixed by NVRVD ́s bass player and C. ́s brother Stefan Braunschmidt, and mastered by Chris Johnson, The Leaving is the rawest, starkest, and most viscerally honest proposition likely to be heard this year.

Recorded live in an eight hour session, the album opens with Epithome. Its emergence is enchanting as it slowly unveils itself from Twinesuns_Coverwithin a background of sonic whispers. A melancholic guitar caress tenderly strokes senses and thoughts initially, its repetitive sigh as magnetic as the twisting shadows creaking and unfurling their own bait behind it. The textures within the song continue to darken as they evolve sinister noir soaked and increasingly vocal temptations. The rapacious scenery of the track eventually consumes the beauty, sonic torches and distorted courting swamping ears and emotions as danger leers at their submission in every turn of sound and an electronic smothering. The track provides a suffocating and intensive realm for thoughts to interpret and explore though in many ways it is just the taster for the tempestuous torment of To Die, When It ́s Right To Die.

The second track reveals its doom sculpted muscle from the opening seconds, its throaty predation and sonic toxicity invading every synapse and thought. Within a breath the track has the listener in the belly of a cavernous leviathan of sound, its scenery drenched in a primal tenacity aligned to a carnivorous drone. It is a monstrous provocation, an unrelenting erosion of emotions but infectiously hypnotic as it lures in further examinations of ideation and emotions by the mind.

Neither Subsonic Prophets nor Like My Father Before Me, I Choose Eternal Sleep show any respite in the invasive potency of the album, the first casting an exhausting rabidity to its insatiable sonic scarring and ravenous low ended hunger whilst its successor explores the eye of the storm, investigating the creative jowl of the beast to bring another diverse and intriguing expanse to the release. With both though, as with all tracks, the pair of musicians add nuances and understated but open movements to the dragging journey of tracks to flirt and continually inspire re-evaluations of the narrative within the imagination’s canvas emotions.

     Die Drei Gesichter Der Furcht brings The Leaving to a close, its premise and haunting presence arguably the most compelling and distressing of all the tracks. Its ‘peaceful’ entrance is similar to that of the first song, and also like that eventually immerses the elegant if intimidating intrigue of sound with a predatory and intensive menace. It continues to stalk right through to its conclusion, never leaping at the distressed emotions and thoughts, just offering a repetition of emotive intimidation and sonic venom. It is a glorious end to an outstanding album.

Certainly The Leaving takes its pound of flesh as you stand within its at times almost too demanding consumption, but the rewards for mind and soul are constant and increasingly stimulating over each subsequent encounter. Twinesuns is a project breeding fearsome and fearful adventures, long may they continue.

The Leaving is available now from Hummus Records @ http://hummusrecords.bandcamp.com

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8/10

RingMaster 01/05/2014

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Conan – Blood Eagle

 

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    Conan’s second album Blood Eagle parades all the musculature and primal intensity you would expect from their literary namesake, its body a rippling drone tempest of doom dressed metal. The new six track leviathan from the band sculpts the heaviest ravenous riffs and ruggedly intimidatingly rhythms, aspects expected from the band after the casting of their debut album back in 2012, but brings it under a swamp of brutal oppressiveness and voracious atmospheres which sees the band at its most destructively creative yet. It is an album which tests and seduces the listener simultaneously, leaving emotions exhausted and satisfaction bloated.

     Formed in 2006 as a duo, Conan has seen numerous line-up changes across the subsequent years but it is fair to say that the trio of guitarist/vocalist Jon Davis, bassist/vocalist Phil Coumbe, and drummer Paul O’Neil has driven the band to its most impacting and vicious adventures as evidenced upon Blood Eagle. The band has persistently barged and demanded attention through their releases, the Horseback Battle Hammer EP of 2010 and that first album Monnos two years later notable onslaughts, whilst splits with Slomatics and Bongripper in 2011 and 2013 respectively, has only increased the presence, and certainly in the latter, the expectations of their second full-length. Released via Napalm Records and as their previous album Chris Fielding produced, Blood Eagle certainly feeds those needs and more, its battle field of sludge tarred monolithic riffs and threateningly captivating rhythms aligned to an exceptional dual vocal provocation, dangerously irresistible and ruinously enthralling.

    The initial breath of first track Crown of Talons instantly offers an intimidating presence, the near on ten minute journey NPR527 Conanthrough cavernous climes and thick textures not exactly laboured in its emergence but certainly taking its menacing time to envelop the senses. Riffs slowly entwine around the ears securing a ready submission to their bait before darkening and intensifying their immersive swamp of sound with firm rhythms punctuating every evolving twist and corner of the journey. As leaden and bulky as a mountain bred avalanche but with the centuries worth of patience within any kind of erosion, the track is a mesmeric pestilential consumption, an insidious rapture which simply seduces from start to finish.

    Its successor Total Conquest brings an even greater intimidating predation to its structure and touch, an almost visceral essence coating its every moment whether again smothering the senses with a steady trudge or raising its energy to scavenge with forceful voracity. The gruff vocals equally gain a richer growl and seeming impatience to accentuate the threat whilst rhythmically the track deceives with a hypnotically irresistible contagion which leads the listener further into the jaws of the ravaging.

    Foehammer is next to abrase and snarl against the ears, its excellent vocal offering an anthemic call within the less welcoming barbarous scourge of sound, both elements insatiably magnetic even with the bestially harsh and intensively weighted squall of the track around them. The shortest slab of ferocity on the release it leaves just as many lingering agreeable scars before the excellent Gravity Chasm unleashes its particular venomous waltz of exhaustive severity and vehemence. There is a swing and groove to the provocation which simply traps the passions, taking them on a hellacious dance of primal intensity aligned to captivating vocal rapacity, before throwing them to the always waiting carnivorous appetite of the behemoth sound. The best track on the album is followed by the masterful and enthralling heavy hum of Horns for Teeth, the track another to skilfully merge a catchy swagger and infection into a suffocating drone sculpted canvas of doom incitement. It is a glorious sonic dreadnought with a tempestuous suasion rivalling its predecessor for that top beast honour.

     The album is completed by the transfixing Altar of Grief; an almost shamanic rhythmic coaxing setting things off whilst being courted by a distorted nagging sonic drone. The entrance of the track infests and infects with impossible ease paving the way for the corrosive squall of sound that washes over and permeates every thought and emotion. Like the first song it is a demanding and unrelenting pillaging of the body, content to strip the senses layer by layer with its slow sandblast as it brings Blood Eagle to an immense conclusion. Conan makes you suffer and face multiple trials to get to the heart of its releases but as here the rewards are constantly worth every wound and scar.

Upcoming Conan Tour Dates:

14.03.14 UK – Nottingham / Stuck On A Name Studio

15.03.14 UK – Bournemouth / The Anvil

16.03.14 UK – Birmingham / The Asylum 2

17.03.14 UK – Glasgow / Audio

19.03.14 UK – Manchester / Kraak Gallery

20.03.14 UK – Cardiff / Full Moon

21.03.14 UK – Brighton / The Prince Albert

22.03.14 UK – London / Electrowerkz

09.04.14 BE – Liège / le Hangar

10.04.14 NL – Tilburg / Roadburn Festival

11.04.14 DE – Würzburg / Cafe Cairo

12.04.14 DE – Leipzig / Doom Over Leipzig

13.04.14 DK – Copenhagen / KB18

14.04.14 NO – Oslo / Revolver

16.04.14 FI – Jÿvaskÿla / Lutakko

17.04.14 FI – Helsinki / Kuudes Linja

18.04.14 FI – Tampere / Klubi

19.04.14 FI – Oulu / Nuclear NightClub

21.04.14 SE – Stockholm / tba

22.04.14 SE – Lund / Hemgarden

23.04.14 DE – Berlin / Jaegerklause

24.04.14 DE – Wiesbaden / Kulturpalast

25.04.14 NL – Groningen / Vera

26.04.14 DE – Hamburg / Droneburg Festival

27.04.14 DE – Cologne / Underground

21.06.14 FR – Clisson / Hellfest

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9/10

RingMaster 04/03/2014

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True Widow – Circumambulation

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One of the strongly anticipated albums to be unveiled this year, Circumambulation the new release from US band True Widow, is just a masterful alchemy of shadows and light filtered through equally enveloping sounds. Towering in intensity, seductive in beauty, and consuming in atmospheric toxicity, the eight track album leaves the listener exhausted, invigorated, and submerged in its and their own emotional depths for a full aural and mental exercise.

The third album from the band has a sound which defies labelling, though True Widow themselves term it stonedaze. The trio merge a stirring mix of drone, post-rock, and shoegaze but continue to add further unique additives as their creativity evolves. The new release breeds further the essences of the likes of My Bloody Valentine, Baroness, and Earth into their own distinct flavour but into the brew also incorporates the pop warmth of a House Of Love and delicious distortions of a Sonic Youth. It is an irresistible alchemy that takes the listener on a journey musically and emotionally, a mesmeric and at times gnarly trip that explores the textures and extremes of thoughts and experiences.

The Relapse Records release in many ways follows on in the same vein of previous albums True Widow (2008) and As High As circumambulation_1400The Highest Heavens And From The Center To The Circumference Of The Earth (2011), but there is also a sense that the trio from Dallas is refining their imagination from deeper depths within their rich invention. As soon as opening track Creeper emergences from a destructive ambience with a wiry guitar groove twisting around the ear soon joined by the plodding thick bass call and crisp rhythms, the drift into undiscovered sinister realms is an evolving fresh encounter. The track is a slow stalking evocation teasing and intimidating around that almost fifties like groove call whilst the vocals of guitarist Dan Philips and aside him bassist Nicole Estill, bring a hue and warmth to the melodic persuasion that the senses just revel in. As the drums of Timothy Starks drive and cage the portentous breath of the guitar alongside the tenebrific air of the song wrapped in sultry heat and devouring ominousness, the track lies as a riveting contagion that works on every pore, sense, and thought.

The following S:H:S has a tall order to live up to the might of its predecessor but as the distressed ambience slowly swarms around scuzz lined guitar teasing and rhythmic evocation the band again has its recipient falling into a rich and thick weave of tempered aural fire. It is not as dramatic as the first song but walks the same plateau of temptation and potency as it creatively explores its sonic narrative on the way towards the best track on the album.

From its first sizzle of guitar beckoning there is a sweltering heat to Four Teeth. The song accosts the senses whilst simultaneously guiding them into a rapture which is truly ignited when the wonderful tones of Estill take the vocal lead and kiss the ear with harmonic beauty against the resonating flumes of sonic vapour pouring from every guitar note. It is a scintillating steamy embrace with roughened skin to its molten touch that simply leaves you lost in a pop inspired stifling haze. Another song which impacts on every facet of the emotions and body, it is a perfect slice of finely crafted inspirational rock pop brilliance.

As the imposing Numb Hand with its slowly burning grunge tinged labour and the equalling lumbering but darker brooding Trollstigen declare their testing intent and hypnotic stances, the album just sinks deeper and firmer into the passions, the second of the pair a predacious crawl into the psyche with the vocals of Estill again a merciless temptress. It uses repetition and doom spawned ambience as ripe sonic fruit within its bait and towers as another caliginous pinnacle on Circumambulation.

From the more than decent instrumental I:M:O, the release closes with the sweltering climes of firstly HW:R, a track coasting through southern rock heat with a tropical surf rock coaxing and melodic elegance, and finally the consuming and dense Lungr. The song slips into the darkest corners of mind and heart but lights the way with a beacon of melodic majesty and reverberating sonic imagination that leaves the listener immersed in enthrallment.

Circumambulation is sensational and though it arguably lacks the hunger to go to the very darkest places it is one of the most rewarding and thrilling albums to enwomb the senses this year.

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9/10

RingMaster 23/07/2013

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