The latest album to date from the father of American heavy rock. Drawing parallels with Alice Cooper's latest disc, one can't help but notice the ambition of seasoned dinosaurs to surround themselves with worthy young blood. What could be the reason?.. Well, never mind...
The film projector crackles... A fresh dose of transcendental darkness takes us on a journey through crooked alleyways where opium den doors exhale languidly into the night, and midnight wanderers cast glances full of predatory anticipation from beneath paper eyelashes. Welcome to a world where humans appear as crude wooden puppets, where the shadows of grotesque dwarves whisper in the language of the deaf, and where through the foggy void of a goblin labyrinth, His voice resonates: condemning, imperious, ferocious...
Rough sonic landscapes, rare glimmers of distant light on the surface of boiling tar of despair. Stories told in familiar words, yet recounting such otherworldly mirages that the ceiling presses against your skull... Something beautiful and audacious, black-and-white and terrifying, like the films of Boris Karloff.