this band may be problematic but Peter Steele is dead and I am still alive
this album and it’s melodic vocals, medieval references and environmental soundscapes embody a duality of joy and ecstasy, but also of madness and frenzy just like the god bacchus
released 5 years after the end of the Cold War, political sentiments mixed with classical orchestral instruments, organs straight out of the 70s, and a classic late 90s grunge nihilistic attitude, this album has become a psychedelic time machine placebo
this album sounds like how the sun feels on your skin and makes you overwhelmingly aware of the shadows you cast on the pavement
