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Virgin Steele – The House of Atreus Part I

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Country : USA

Label : T&T Records

Genre : Metal

Release Date : 1999

David Defeis [vocals/keyboard]
Edward Pursino [guitar]
Joshua Block [guitar/bass]
Frank Gilchriest[drums]
Kingdom of the Fearless (the Destruction of Troy)

Blaze of Victory (the Watchman’s Song)

Through the Ring of Fire

Prelude in A Minor (The Voyage Home)

Death Darkly Closed their Eyes (The Messenger’s Song)

In Triumph or Tragedy

Return of the King

Flames of the Black Star (the Arrows of Herakles)

Narcissus

And Hecate Smiled

A Song of Prophecy (Piano Solo)

Child of Desolation

G Minor Invention (Descent into Death’s Twilight Kingdom)

Day of Wrath

Great Sword of Flame

The Gift of Tantalos

Iphigenia in Hades

The Fire God

Garden of Lamentation

Agony and Shame

Gate of Kings

Via Sacra

The Word : GREATNESS

Upon the fields of epicness, they are many to stand. But if there should be only one…

I met Virgin Steele pretty randomly. I first saw them in a magazine. The name attracted my attention. Virgin Steele. That guy might have been either a great fan of Iron Maiden or a hater for they took the name before him. Then I had been told that the guy was singing like Manowar’s singer. Better and better… So that man, David DeFeis, was neither original in his band name nor in his voice style. Sad story. Bad luck for him, I would probably never had listened to Virgin Steele.

That was the moment when I went to the Metal shop. And I saw this pretty awesome cover, Greek Antiquity inspired, full of ancient energy: The House of Atreus, Act I. Damn it, it was Virgin Steele. So I was about to leave it there. But then before leaving the shop, my eyes got attracted again, by the power of the cover. That’s how this CD left the shop.

Then I met Virgin Steele. Brutally. The war horses’ hooves were beating the ground and raising dust, the urge to kill was growing loud and the swords were screaming in the wind.

Hum. So yeah I put the CD on. And Epicness flowed out from the player, filling every centimeter around me. Everything was so highly epic. Then came the voice. Yes, that sounded like Manowar. Manowar who would have opened history books and started to make awesomely well written songs about antiquity wars. The voice was indeed vaguely similar, but that is something you forget while the songs go.

It is a very long album made of twenty-two tracks, but not all of them are proper songs, sometimes instrumental, sometimes only atmospheric or just a couple of words that get you even deeper in the ambiance. As soon as starts the third song, You sink with no possibility of return from the Virgin Steele.

“Through the Ring of Fire”. The fire around and within you, the fire of life, of energy, the energy to fight. This fire, as the song, raises continuously until explosion, and your heart burns down and is born again. The ring of fire is the point of no return. And you are alive again. And you will live every second of the album like an adventure. You will hail the “Flames of the Black Star”, you will cry the “Child of Desolation”, and you will freeze, stunned, staring at the “Gate of Kings”, just before going home.

It is one trip that you will remember. A trip through time, thanks to great lyrics, a wonderfully well written epic music and a truly strong, sensitive and amazing voice. David Defeis is one of kind. And you will deeply feel it when you will choke of emotion listening to this album for the first time.

Danzig – Deth Red Sabaoth

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Country : USA

Label : The End Records

Genre : Metal

Release Date : 2010

Glenn Danzig [vocals/keyboard]
Jerry Montano [bass]
Johnny Kelly[drums]
Hammer of the Gods
The Revengeful
Rebel Spirits
Black Candy
On a Wicked Night
Deth Red Moon
Ju Ju Bone
Night Star Hel
Pyre of Souls : Infanticide
Pyre of Souls : Seasons of Pain
Left Hand Rise Above

The Word : BLACKNESS

I’ve never been a fan of Punk. Too happy. I like darker things. Of course I knew about Misfits, who doesn’t, with all those 14 years old  wannabe Emo kids wandering in shopping malls wearing Misfits t-shirts. And probably having never heard a single song from them. Or their fan base is fantastically huge.

But well, I knew the name, and as most people, the skull, without knowing anything else. But someday, shit happens, good or bad, I randomly found Misfits pictures. Pretty gruesome. In the best way possible. They were completely mean and horrific, each of them. I had to listen to that stuff.

Then finally I set my ears on some Misfits. Not that bad. Pretty damn good. Horror Punk got me. But then again, the same problem came up : still a bit too happy for me. But the voice. The voice was properly something incredible. I was falling for the voice, song after song. The voice of Danzig.

Danzig is a legend. Danzig does not have only a voice, he got so much charisma that people can’t just like him. Either you hate Danzig, or you absolutely worship him. Guess which side I’m on.

Danzig music is and had always been loud and heavy as a hammer. In 2010 he released his latest album, Deth Red Sabaoth, and as usual this album strikes the blackest of the beats, like only Danzig can. It starts like a ride to Hell and never let you escape. It’s like breathing a burning air, seeing only red everywhere. Songs are very different from one another, but still creating altogether this tornado that goes deep and deeper down still. The blackness gets darker on songs like “Black Candy”, which beats deep and hard, mercifully, or “Ju Ju Bone”, an electric sex magick track typically Danzig-like, in line with “The Devil’s Plaything” or “Lick the Blood off My Hands”. For Danzig can’t help it. His music is sexy as hell. And I swear you’ll sweat on this album like on older ones.

Danzig has an epic career behind him and many great albums. Metallers are purist, and, everyone knows it: things were better before. What things? All the things.

Well, sometimes, some things are just as good as they used to be.

I’ve never been a fan of Punk. Too happy. I like darker things. Of course I knew about Misfits, who doesn’t, with all those wannabee 14years old emo girls wandering in shopping mall wearing misfits tshirts. And probably having never heard a single song from them. Or their fanbase is fantasticly huge.

But well, I knew the name, and as most people the skull, without knowing anything else. But someday, shit happens, good or bad, I randomly found misfits pictures. Pretty gruesome. In the best way possible. Their were completely mean and horrific, each of them. I had to listen to that stuff.

Then finally I set my ears on some misfits. Not that bad. Pretty damn good. Horror Punk got me. But then again, the same problem came up : still a bit too happy for me. But the voice. The voice was properly something incredible. I was falling for the voice, song after song. The voice of Danzig.

Danzig is a legend. Danzig does not have only a voice, he got so much charisma that people can’t just like him. Either you hate Danzig, or you absolutely worships him. Guess which side I’m on.

Danzig music is and had always been a hammer. And this album strikes the blackest of the beats, like Danzig only can. It starts like a ride to hell and never let you escape. It’s like breathing a burning air, seeing red everywhere. Songs are very different one from another, but still creating all together this tornado that goes deep and deeper down still. The blackness gets darker on songs like Black Candy which beats deep and hard, mercifully, or Ju Ju Bone, an electric sex magick track typically Danzig-like, in line with The Devil’s Plaything or Lick the Blood on my hands. For Danzig can’t help it. His music is sexy as hell. And I swear you’ll sweat on this album like on older ones.

Danzig has an epic career behind him and many great albums. Metallers are purist, and, everyone knows it: things were better before. What things? All the things.

Well, sometimes, some things are just as good as they used to be.

Pretentious, Moi? – Pretentious, Moi?

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Country : England

Label : Self-Released

Genre : Gothic Rock

Release Date : 2010

Tim Chandler [vocals/keyboard/guitar/bass]
Rachel Iden [vocals]
Matt Helm [back vocals/keyboard/guitar/bass]
Gordon Young [keyboard/guitar/bass]
Christian Tonkin [guitar]
Better Late than Never
The Garden
Witchhouse
Malina
The Haunting
Faith and Reason Part Company
Chase is On
Sense in Segments
Now and Again
Astrid
Overdoom
Living Dead and Undecided
One Last Wish

The Word : HOPE

There I was, sitting at the back of my favorite Goth club, enjoying the music in the obscure light lavished by the colored spots. My mind, however, was far from being at rest. I was relentlessly and carefully studying the playlist, attentive to every single song, every texture of voice, every beat. When suddenly something different came on. Not EBM. No. Not Cold Wave, nor Depeche Mode. What was that? I had to know. I went to the Music Master to ask what was this strange musicality.

Pretentious, Moi?, said he. Pretentious, what? What a strange name for a band. But well, I won’t say I was not proud that half of the name was French. But that would not be enough, as my curiosity was aroused. So the quest began. Information I sought for, as Internet was my friend. Until finally, I heard a mystical voice whispering.

“The restless souls are out tonight …”

That is how the haunting begins. For Pretentious, Moi? creates haunting music. No wonder they made a song called “The Haunting”. The sound sharply raises up through your core self, and before you can understand what happens, magic particles penetrate your soul and never let it go, obsessively haunting your mind.

For obsessive is the word. Pretentious, Moi? plays some kind of modern Goth Rock, with something definitely hopeful and bright. The voice is deep, the atmosphere always strangely rising. The songs are purely amazing, bringing something fresh and never heard before, mixing elements of Dark Wave, Electronic and… Magic. There would be no other explanation for the composition of a song like “The Garden”, the truly most stunning song of this album. This song is pure condensed magic that shakes your brain and brings you back to life. The lyrics are brilliant, a hymn to life and decision making “Wake up, Wake up, Your world is just an illusion”. I was talking about Magic; tracks like “The Witchhouse” will not make me lie. Song after song you will feel overwhelmed by the dark addictive magic, as the spell keeps getting stronger.

Pretentious, Moi? released this eponym album in 2010, and I have to admit I have rarely seen such a strong personality in debut albums. They bring guitar to the synth, dark voice to the beat, all this is not new; but eventually they sound like no other. Their songs would be those of the Elvish Goths if ever they were some. Goth music that gives hope.