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The multi-layered instrumental overture "Something Wicked This Way Comes" sets a deceptively calming view to a thrill - and that thrill is "Fallen", where, take it from me, metal finds new sharded razor-edges that glisten in new-found light. Thixatropic yet creatively mobile Norse legend accelerates zero to 150 in nano-seconds - and that's before it goes straight off the edge of the cliff, and Tucker's solo in the outro is a creamer. Like, it's been days since first hearing...and I'm still having trouble sleeping. "Dream a Dream" leads to Tower of Angels which is lyrically vast and highly figurative - the dream is of gods and angels - a Boys' Own melodic voyage in a thunderous guitar universe.
Three bars into "Torre de Angeles", it's a no-go area for mommas' boys Bon Jovi, this street's built of granite-hard but harmonic rock that follows you to a dark car-park to slug the back of your skull with a foot and a half of scaffold tube... and motivates your feet like a helium mainline, over a monolith, slab foundation of electric guitar massif riffed valley that shakes the pyramids to dust. It takes a certain modus operandi to carry this stuff off convincingly - allegoric old-testament mythical rock - but here, it sounds effortlessly easy. "Death From Above", apocalyptic vision of rained-down oblivion, an acid hard rain's gonna fall prophesy, a seamless, pulsing lead / second electric guitar adventure. "Stone Cold" chills on a white-out Arctic blizzard of wailing metal. Opening deceptively with sweet, light-of-touch, eloquent bluesy flamenco 12-string picking, "Of Time and Stars" reveals itself as an intense thumper.
Musically, of its genre, this album uplifting and praise-worthy, with earth-shattering vocals throughout. As a package, this is a gothic artifact that must make the boys justifiably, if quietly, proud - the metal grail, indeed.