"This is a vision of horror. That for the day. " REVEREND BIZARRE:" III - So Long Sucker "2007
He missed me a long time a soundtrack to my life recently. Of course, there were all my records, my precious patties Rock. Yet missing a group capable of expressing all the darkness, the sinking of our time. We had a group that translates into music all with the magic sensory 70s.
Reverend Bizarre I discovered a few years ago, the release of her debut album. Cantor of a doom-metal purist says he wants incantatory, and refers only to the first three albums, Black Sabbath, Saint Vitus and Pentagram, which diverts some images shamelessly. Reverend Bizarre is not alone, however, there is a real passion that charmed me. However, the titles of ten minutes without solid riffs punctuated, eventually get tired. Probably because I see in the solo, even minimalist, part of lyricism needed to take off the nightmare the darkest fantasies into a small clearing. Then I found interesting Reverend Bizarre, but without any measure with Sleep, Electric Wizard, Goatsnake and High On Fire. 
And then there was this disc. Has Sami Hynninen said Sir Albert Witchfinder "on bass and vocals, Kimi Kärki said" Father Peter Vicar "on guitar and Jari Pohjonen said" Mr. Earl Of Void "on drums, the trio decided to return Finland the sources of such doom and dice the late 90s. His integrity, his EP as long as their albums, its incredible prolixity, and his melancholy old-fashioned group did a mini-legend. 
when, in 2007, they decided to separate on a third album, claiming they had told all and that any other output discography would shaded their discography, they do not know how hard this is major. For it is an incredible foundation of heavy-metal black. First it is a double album. Incredibly dense, it is tamed after several plays. Unlike his predecessors, who saw Reverend Bizarre sometimes dwell on the long, rhythmic abusing pachyderms "III" is incredibly rich in its entirety.
It is a combination of impeccable riffs, a rhythm hover above reproach. And the song of Sir Albert Witchfinder seems touched by grace evil. And I can tell you it takes guts to start an album with a title of 29 minutes, which is more entitled, "They Used Dark Forces - Teutonic Witch".
This title is in itself a journey into the human soul. Mid-tempo, the first title queries, tireless. It is the soundtrack to these gloomy cityscapes that can be seen on a Paris highway. These large gray buildings, these sites decommissioned, these commercial areas out of sight. And the filth, the acrid smell that takes you by the throat. Everything you sick. Everything seems artificial. Cradingue these landscapes, the magical tree in the car, air conditioned office, laundry and sink clogged at home. All this feels the precast. Everything is formatted, you're not free, and this is a reality. 
So this first song is 29 minutes of a force deaf, as if the beasts of the underground world of HP Lovecraft were finally out of the ground to shred with the greatest ferocity jumble your boss, your colleague obsequious, or your stepmother. It is hoped this storm as one who cleans and foremost human stupidity, it is expressed by men or by their creations. The Vicar 
scrapes his Gibson SG with a haunting riff, angry. Sir Albert sings despair, fear. His voice, lyrical, bombastic German described the witch. The pagan myth of Pan-German legends, The Valkyrie, the bloody dog. And then behind, there are these black warriors, covered with metal armor, black leather and animal skins. Leather and their faces covered with a thick beard, Cruel eyes glisten in the moonlight. They are ready to attack. 
you, driving your old car sight threatening their silhouettes on the hill in the distance. They will charge, they are there to save us from our conditions of slaves, and there will be no quarter. They will use their occult powers to finally restore the balance of forces of nature, those that can not be challenged. There's echoes of paganism Norse, these fearsome warriors, barbarians aspects, but whose culture and understanding of the elements had an incredible advance on our poor ancestors and mediaeval Christians. obscurantism facing the religious understanding of life and the world around us. Reverend Bizarre is this. That is what doom deep, vindictive, visceral.
Once the adrenaline rush subsided, the rate goes up. Vicar, glaring lyrical chorus, a flight which is a tiny light puff of air against the deluge of fire. A
knee, this disc has already been through a thousand worlds swallowed. However, the arid "Sorrow" will not help you to regain your wits. 'They Used .... "Was a wild ride, this second title shot in the head. He is the Way of the Cross infernal man before his impotence. There is even a mirror. A reflection glacial bluntly. Sir Albert incantatory, serious, like a priest sordid, unwholesome. The riff heavy falls heavily on deep bass drums and apocalyptic. 
is a vision of horror. That of everyday life. That of the human misery that makes you end up in an office among an army of poor backgrounds whose only ambitionnels are football matches, a nice bike, a big car, big house comfortable, and respect sweating Submission of the rank of chief. All this set with model child and a woman sexually and always subject primed. Is this a result of this vision that the Vicar is roaring chorus icy, while feedback? But this disc is revenge, then in a final death rattle, the guitar gets angry. She begins to thunder, sip of thumping bass and drums relentless. Vicar triggers the storm, while sustain. We are not dogs, we have no right to be that. The rage in my heart, Reverend Bizarre illuminates the horizon of the victims. The sun glows even for those who love him. 
"Funeral Summer" drove the nail into his chest. Sinister, sarcastic, he is just playing with words in light appearances . Yet the hatred is there. "One Last Time" closes the chapter. It is a dismal spell, which ends in a procession of wah-wah and chorus epic that seems to recall that nothing is won. It's been going wrong, it's the worst that could happen, but it happens every summer. 
The second disc will see a succession of two large heavy-songs: "One Last Time" and "Caesar Forever", just an instrumental interspersed with crossed feedback and hate, between two long breathing unhealthy apnea in hell. Because these two songs are massive, powerful, granite. But unlike albums previous aridity is by no means a failure. It is an adrenaline despair. The first, a disappointment in love that goes into slow drive punctuated by shots of hate-hat sounding like the death knell. The second for an apology of a black dictator, who refers to many grim examples of flesh and bone. It is the translation of this terrible thirst for power leads only to destruction. 
"Caesar Forever" is an obelisk of heavy riffs that only accentuates the feeling of power, but also face crushing power. The introduction of "Anywhere Out Of This World "is minimalist. It is a bit like "Moonchild" by King Crimson. And then the riff sounds, powerful. It is reminiscent of "The Usurper" by Celtic Frost, a convoluted riff, dark, thrash, black as jet. Then it plunges back into a liquid melody, almost jazzy. Sir Albert's voice is almost a parody of Frank Sinatra. It's fun this obsession of the kings of riff heavy jazz. Black Sabbath, his time, loved to bounce in the jazzy improvisations, like breathing in the middle of hardened steel.
But here, everything is clean. No free demonstration, not imitation Django Rheinardt. Found again this climate Crimsonien the first album. Before plunging into the abyss. 
Yet even sang the bass seems to agreements metallic killing more heroic. There is a need for air, a desire to emerge from the mire. It feels worn, before we resume the anger, and erase all the latest hints of lucidity. Unless this is immense need of love, brotherhood, being with people you love, in whom you trust. As if that were ultimately not really within our reach. 
"Bonus Track" is a Drone conclusion of the whole. This title does nothing, except a scary buzzing. It is the catalyst of intense emotions experienced before. It is this violent return to reality, as the sound of vacuum cleaner or ventilation system wakes you in your deepest sleep. With this discomfort back to a reality too shabby 
For this album lifts you to a higher level of sensitivity. It is simply not possible to return free of such emotional journey. And casually, he became one of the cornerstones of the huge rock of the 2000s. As an obelisk. As a presence. All Rights 
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