Enya "Watermark" (1988)

 

A Day Without Rain made quite the impression, Watermark has a similar revelry in the sublime. Released twelve years prior, Enya's musical philosophy seems more remarkable for a decade often marred by cheesy Glam and cheap Synthpop. Her adoration of harmony through voice and traditional instruments plays out on contemplative compositions. Performed via keyboards, the production handles their synthetic nature expertly, one could be fooled into picturing her with an assemble of trained musicians orchestrating these deeply emotive songs.

Swaying from the imaginative, colorful throws of New Age, into cinematic scores of sentimental stirrings, Enya graces us with a range of humanist emotions. Evoking sentimental pondering, themes of beauty, love and warmth caress by. With ambience and a touch of gloom the scenes painted occasionally slip into a melancholic haze, a curious space of gently handled sorrows. So to our there flushes of exuberance as worldly sounds usher in colorful strides of adventurous melody.

Each idea feels nurtured and understood, expressed expertly as dense orchestrations of instruments play alongside lone piano pieces and minimal compositions. Through it all, her soft soothing voice sings as a guiding light. Occasionally drifting into the scenery itself, she becomes more of the melody than words uttered. Its a delight how she is always in equilibrium with the varying temperaments explored.

Then there is the case of Orinoco Flow, an explosion of exotic, tropical delight. This song was a huge hit and still sounds fantastic today, as if it exists in a space of its own. Interestingly, the dialed down, meditative ambience of River with its quirky bass aesthetic almost sounds like an echo of that track. Perhaps the link between these two songs lies in a similar aquatic sentiment felt.

Other highlights include the dramatic The Longships and a darkly epic Cursum Perficio. Giving the track listing a little more attention in my closing remarks, the oceanic theme seems all to obvious now. No doubt I'll give it more attention on future listens. This ones a gem I'm sure will only grow closer to the heart with time.

Rating: 8/10

Enigma "MCMXCa.D." (1990)

Catching my ear through the Spotify playlist shuffle, a curiosity was peaked given its early release date. This both felt and sounded like a missing link in the tapestry. A convergence of New Age and Worldbeat, at the alter of 90s drum machine aesthetics from the emerging House and Dance scenes. Before, I've covered similar evolved vibes from En Voice, Dead Can Dance and most keenly Delerium. This one swiftly clicked into place. Research revealing its position as a pioneering record, with surprise commercial success for these relatively unknown German-Romanian musicians.

The record has a trance like meditative presence. Easy listening, as its Dance rhythms gracefully drift through soundscapes of worldly atmosphere. Loaded with samples, spoken lyrics, Ethereal synths and keyboard instruments jostling New Age melodies. It forms an evocative collage of complimenting aesthetics suggesting deep and slightly esoteric themes about the human experience. Best of all, the inclusion of Gregorian Chants aids in playing up the ever present sense of spiritual significance.

Highlights include the mini epics Principles Of Lust and Back To The Rivers Of Belief. Both venture through lengthy song structures, packing a lot of intrigue as their powers hold over the listener. A shorter four minute piece, Callas Went Away, catches the ear with an even touch of plagiarism, as its subdued tom drums and lonely atmospheric synths clearly borrow from the timeless Phil Collins mega hit, In The Air Tonight.

The rest of the music falls into place around these key pieces. MCMXCa.D. is a soothing experience from start to end. One to return for, in need of these worldly spiritual vibes but with a touch of pace from its classic Dance drum machine patterns driving the music. I'm glad I stumbled onto it. It seems they had continued success with the following few records, which I may just check out next.

Rating: 7/10

Sabrina Carpenter "Man's Best Friend" (2025)

Striking while the iron is hot, Sabrina swiftly turns around another record. Leaning further into Country vibes with a competent arrangement of tracks, its the subject matter that dominates the albums tone. To a lesser extent, the cover art also provokes similar questions as to whats going on here. The devilishly flirtatious, mildly edgy nature of Short N' Sweet has its charms, elevated by fun instrumentals and joyous hooks. Man's Best Friend skews away from this chemistry. The Country roots less to my liking and its lyrical content slipping from cute and cheeky to crude and cringy.

Artistry is a curious interaction of intention and interpretation. In an attempt to be charitable, one could suggest a lack of context is available, however these things should make themselves self evident in the performance. I'm not sensing substance behind the provocative. No philosophy, food for thought or reflection thrust upon the listener to challenge perspectives. Sabrina's lyrics simply come off as shallow and childish, saying that which crosses the line simply to cross it. I'm all for artists challenging norms but there needs to be an actual reason behind it.

Thus Man's Best Friend tests once tolerance as mediocre Country music rubs up against a care free Sabrina dialing up her overtly sexual persona. Her words drift from cheeky to questionable. At times, this reach for shock value paints an unfavorable image of her values when it comes to relationships. If there is a point being made here, It went right over my head. Tears is the one track I'll come back for. Its Disco groove and comedic hook is crude but mostly plays as harmless fun. 

Rating: 4/10

Skepta & Fred Again.. "Skepta .. Fred" (2025)

The title along says all it needs too, advertising an enticing collaboration between two big UK artists. Dance/House producer Fred Again.. and veteran Grime MC Skepta, a voice I've not heard in some time. I was hyped but to be frank, this mostly feels like padding for the killer track Victory Lap. Hard hitting and obnoxious, its gritty groove rocks off the bold synth baseline and tight drums. Kicking off with a wild monotone hook, the fast vocals chop and change with Skepta filling in a pair of atypical verses.

 

With a sense of adventure, Fred transitions through the first four tracks. Starting with a dirty Grime beat, steadily blending in his signature vocal snippet tunes and touches of House atmosphere. These are tricksy, intricate instrumentals, layered with intimate textures. By Last 1s Left we are fully submerged into the club vibes, holding onto a mysterious urban darkness. 21 Years sheds that Grime hangover, while his partner in crime leans into the sound harder than ever. Its as if their ideas don't quite align.

For me, Skepta is the weak link here. His confident persona an entertaining one, yet his cutting flow and slang laden rhymes feel predictable and aged, lacking a spark of freshness or urgency. Its acknowledged on the aforementioned track, referencing the unchanged nature of this now classic London rhyme style. Aesthetically, the two have chemistry but the overall mood feel somewhat off bar the powerful Victory Lap.

 

Rating: 4/10 

Prince "Purple Rain" (1984)

With his legendary status firmly intact, jumping into an extensive discography such as Prince's can be daunting. Why not simply start at the peak? After all, Purple Rain is a frequent on top albums of all time lists. I have no excuses for how it took this long to get around to such a classic record but now, I am fully converted. I adore the genius that is Prince, a musical virtuoso channeling his extensive creativity for our pleasure.

 

Kicking off with Let's go Crazy, a clunky drum machine, soft organ keys and Hard Rock guitar licks whip one up into a feel good frenzy. Let your hair down and rock out! Immediately you'll sense eclecticism as each instrument plays like the lead, flashing its vibrancy through a range of influences that will only expand as the record grows.

 

Quite often Prince sings at equal measure to his instrumental pallet, becoming a part of the artistic canvas. His range of temperaments and techniques keeps each track feeling unique. However, he periodically finds apt moments to simply erupt and ascend to the limelight. His remarkable venture from soft tearful vulnerability to an outcry of raw passionate screams on The Beautiful Ones is just unforgettable.

Given my love of Metal, Compute Blue is an unsurprising favorite. Starting out with a plastic assemble of janky synth riffs and funk groove, its unusual charm suddenly pivots into a riot of slick metallic guitar shredding that ticks all my boxes. On paper, its quirky aesthetics and union of genres, including some Prog Rock vibes, shouldn't work. Its a common theme, Prince's compositions bend the rules of convention.

Darling Nikki is fascinating song. Toying with minimal elements, Prince lays out the thrills of his sexual escapade over bare instruments. Building to dramatic swells, his emotive singing follows suit, soaring into another screaming eruption of sensational energy. Alongside big synth stabs, a rapid fire double pedal drum groove rattles the cage. Another example of stitching oddities together with powerful persuasion.

 
A few more cuts roll by, delving into 80s moods better than most have done it. Its a notab aesthetic fit for the decade, however Prince's song writing survives the tropes and cliches. His musical indulgence into the range of these drum machines and chirpy synthesizers ascends through his fantastically adventurous and fun song writing.

Of course the record ends at the alter of an epic. Its title track Purple Rain needs no introduction, a nine minute embark into what I can only describe as beautiful sorrow, the sadness of great loss permeated by the subtly of its spiritual church organ tone. Crescendo' by his crooning howls and glorious guitar leads, the music eventually sees itself out through a wonderful deconstruction that has strings and pianos burying the moment. An epic conclusion to a remarkable record I'll adore for time to come.

Rating: 9/10

South Arcade "2005" (2024)

 

I can't get over how young and fresh faced this English four piece appear. Reminding me of how the years have gotten paste me, they look straight outta the alternative scene of my youth. 2005 is their only non-single release, a twenty minute EP who's title speaks to the sound and aesthetic their emulating. South Arcade look like post Tony Hawk's skater kids, birthed from a time capsule. I love it, my youth is cool again!

Aesthetic and appearance aside, South Arcades sharp ascension is based on merit. They have amassed almost a million monthly Spotify listeners off the back of this six track and a string of singles. A strong debut record could rocket them even further.

Its exciting and I'm hopeful they have it in them. Although influences are stark and obvious, even overtly stated through their intentionally imitating music videos, the band have enough individuality and expression of their own in the mix to define these songs as South Arcades'. Mainly a breed of Pop Punk, Nu Metal Alternative Rock, the fond influences of Linkin Park, No Doubt and Avril Lavigne are striking.

 Alongside its anthemic title track, Nepo Baby and How 2 Get Away With Murder have a similar magnetic pulls. Warm grooves and catchy hooks, with Harmony Cavelle's, note the name, easy voice leading a colorful aggressive charge. Powerful and poppy with these occasional dives into rapped lines, she seems like the magic ingredient.

The production style is loud and punch, fondly reminiscent of the heavier edged Ocean Grove. These bands actually share a lot of similarities. A tour together would be quite fitting. Tangents aside, South Arcade are a delight. Given their so young, the potential that comes with musical maturity is something to watch out for!

Rating: 6/10

Deftones "Private Music" (2025)

 
Now over thirty years deep, the Deftones' tenth record packs little novelty for old heads, yet will enthrall the recent surge of new TikTok fans. Private Music's carefully measured cuts of revelry delve into the many fractions of their motifs established over the past two decades. Handled with love and care, the band's production alongside Nick Raskulinecz delivers a gorgeous indulgent guitar tone. Dense and crooning, a chromatic aesthetic resonates full of expression. Its a foundation fit for Moreno to swoon in with his range of sensitive softness to shrill screams. Drums and bass fall into place around the duo, who in tandem make up a majority of the musical magic.

In peculiarity, its clearest reminiscent tracks seem to hit hardest. Cut Hands echo's Goon Squad pivoting act between meat head brutality and Moreno led emotive obscurity. Ecdysis' tight and choppy metal guitar riffs echo's moments on Ohms. The opening rhythmic spasm and atmospheric lunging riffs of My Mind Is A Mountain has that distinct familiarity too. Milk Of The Madonna strikes me as the standout track, sustaining tensions of its speedy tempo through transitions of bouncy grooves and power chord shoe gazing. It too is a welcome yet accustomed temperament.

Where the lines muddy, the band don't exactly encroach on new territory bar a few minutes of indifferent synth noodling. Enjoyable but not quite as memorable, they do emphasize how good this records texture is. Flicking back through the catalog, comparison highlights how each record felt like a step forward in aesthetic evolution. This time, the distance feels like a leap into an ocean of clarity. A dense and rich sound, including plenty of acoustic guitars. So to do the synth play a subtle yet pivotal role, weaving their grain into the mix, yet brilliantly breaking into the light on occasion.

Private Music feels like the bands yet classiest effort to date but fails to conquer fresh ground in terms of songwriting. Its the perfect record to satisfy fans old and new yet may loose it potency with time as a record like Gore did. I'm doubtful, my gut says this one will stick. I'm still really enjoying each and every spin!

Rating: 8/10 

Mudi Sama "Will I Make It Out Alive?" (2025)

Following up on a passonate live performance at Reading Festival, Mudi's tuneful appeal translates well to record. Although labelled as an album, its nineteen minute runtime and rough around the edges production feels much like a demo. With seven two to three minute tracks, we breeze through colorful songs built on conventional pop song structures, always illuminating its main hook between bright uplifting melodies.

 

Although his lyrics have a darker undercurrent of emotional struggle, the whole expression is felt as a sunny resolution to such turmoil. Each song works out its premise through this gorgeous assemble of warm empowering baselines, dreamy shoegazing leads and thick distortion guitar fuzz. Held together with tight percussive grooves akin to a drum machine, the experience takes on a soft wall of sound quality.

Mudi's voice acts as the glue, pulling this winning chemistry together around his lyrics. Each song is well written with Jealous Type, Let Go and End Of The World standing out to me. The latter highlights some of that rough production with its gritty baselines and lack of balance compared to other tracks. Maybe its part of the concept to sound a touch more Punk on this one, after all, its a downtrodden reprieval anthem.

 

Throughout it all tho, I got the impression that in the hands of a more experienced producer, the compositional ideas could be elevated to another level. There is a undercurrent of punchy pop appeal in his songs that would love a touch of shiny gloss. Either way, this record is a cracking start. Mudi is a bright talent with tones of potential. One to keep an eye on for sure!

Rating: 6/10

Travis Scott "Utopia" (2023)

Album four and the experience follows a now familiar form, another protracted stream of creativity lacking curation. Once again, sparks of genius emerge within a lengthy escapade touching deeper into the realms of Psychedelia, Ambient and Low-Fi.

Arranging unique aesthetics to conjure estranged and unconventional vibes that fit the trap formula, Travis dedicates a whole track to each idea, forging tame streaks of mediocrity between the bangers. The classic chicken or egg question emerges, as subdued beats devoid of percussive power tend to lull. One wonders if a little oomph from the drums is all that's needed to elevate, as the best numbers have the hardest grooves to propel his curious and distinct atmospheres forward, an unusual intersection of laid back, easy going energy entangled with dark and gritty tensions.

 

The record is star studded, a huge cast of big names reaching beyond his immediate scene on a couple occasions. Despite getting two shots to shine, The Weeknd doesn't have best tracks here, a trend I've noticed with his sublime guest appearances. It speaks volumes to a sense that these features just fill out the space between Scott's unimpressed raps and auto tune tangents. Lyrically, little stuck out within its lengthy runtime, a throwback to the CD filling days where bands would pack out a disc with plenty of filler. That's what most of Utopia was for, tone setting aesthetics with a lack of impetus.

 

Rating: 4/10 

My Saturday At Reading Festival 2025

 
Having finally made it to a Reading Leeds festival, I can now spend even more time pining over old lineups I *could* have gone too... Anyways, I loved it! Awkward to get to but worth the long walks as the smaller venue scales well with the fasciitis. No queuing for water a blessing! Such things are probably not even a thought for a majority of the young audience. It seems the GCSE right of passage tales are true! Here are my highlights from the day among many more bands and artists I saw.

Mudi Sama
A raw and youthful performance from an unknown talent on the BBC Introducing stage, Mudi's fusion of Alternative Rock, Indie and Shoegaze melodies was an easy win over. Catchy hooks, warm uplifting tunes tackling emotions we all struggle with, there is a universal appeal here executed endearingly.

Sunday (1994)
Given the year, its no surprise to find this group reveling in 90s nostalgia. Led by the powerful resonance of Paige Turner, her body swaying presence on stage pulles one into the music invitingly. Straddling Dream Pop with Shoegaze and soft touches of Alternative Rock, their delicate, easy paced songs made for a relaxing indulgence in the shade of the tent. 

Rifle
Consisting of short unhinged scuffles of raw Punk noise, these Anarcho-Punkers blew me away. Rough and ragged, their instruments hit full tilt, hard and fast, led by uncompromising shouts of loud mouthed working class agitation. A vitriolic power blast, ignited by a front mans relentless energy and fiery shouts of anger. Top notch.

South Arcade
One to keep an eye on, this young and youthful act have potential in droves, ascending to the mainstage without an album under their belt. Their punchy take on Pop Metal and Pop Punk owes a lot to the likes of Linkin Park and more recently Bring Me The Horizon. Harmony Cavelle has a fantastic stage presence and the bands whole aesthetic throws back to my generation. All the pieces are in place, their songs are decent but with some maturity this band could have a broad appeal.

Origami Angel
A dynamic duo of a diversified internet generation, this pair pull influences from Punk, Emo, Indie and Post-Hardcore, throwing them into a unrestrained mix up. Driven by time signature shake ups, jostling heavy moments between lighter singing refrains, the diversity flowed with quirky fruity loop interludes breaking up their songs. Great show!

Limp Bizkit

My main pull to the festival served up exactly what I wanted. Moshing, jumping and shouting along! I've never let go of that now nostalgic fascination in me, the thirteen year old self watching Bizkit on MTV after school. It still gets me to this day. At this point I've seen them over a dozen times and still adore the show. Great to see lots of young people enjoying it too. The only thing I could I've asked for was more of Thieves. This rendition was cut all to short. I also loved the memes up on stage! Oh, and then there is the case of Ruth, what a sweet moment. Fred pulls out a fan from the crowd, a teenage fan with the red cap back. She must of had the time of her life up there on stage with the band. Good vibes all around.

Becky Hill
Admittedly I had to watch this one from a far. The tent was rammed, I spent my time devouring chips and chicken. All that moshing gave me a ravenous appetite. Becky's voice was a powerhouse overtop an easy listening fusion of Dance and Drum n Bass. It was such a good vibe, I spent the drive home listening to her tracks. Such a strong and harmonious tone, It was impressive watching her do it live.

Bring Me The Horizon

I hadn't given it much thought. I'd seen them plenty of times over the years but this was something special! Building out a big show for the mainstage, they went to another level. The stage started out as a sinister church of evil yet underwent some mind bending changes through the songs. Toying with themes around viruses, doomsday and AI, interludes addressing the audience referenced video game culture, creating a brilliant mix of elements. Better yet was the use of live transformative AI. What starts of as some manic manipulation of the main video feed, has Olli transformed into some demonic creature live before our eyes, his movements matching the wild animations. It was just an effective use of technology but shows the band have the mind to create an even bigger experience. Its been a while since a band had me enjoying such things alongside a banging set of songs.

BABYMETAL "Metal Forth" (2025)

Round five and were back on form with the triumphant Metal Forth! Not their fourth, unless your counting "metal" in the record title. Anyways, this latest installment is a lean thirty five minute, ten track blitz focused on creative collaboration. The likes of Poppy, Slaughter To Prevail, Polyphia and Spiritbox appear among other big names, lending their characteristic for a true crossover experience, something Metal has sorely lacked for decades. There's only three solo tracks Babymetal and one could be forgiven for thinking the closing White Flame featured Sabaton. Its a blazing roar of Power Metal might, executing all the tropes, practically a tribute to the sub-genre.

Interestingly, the remaining two solo tracks feel flat, recycling ideas the band have burned through before. That's why Metal Forth's merits rest on the synergy of its alliances. The creative partnerships genuinely cross a divide between sounds and birth a unique middle ground. Of course this all boils down to banging riffs and stomping grooves. The record fires on all cylinders in its stride but the point remains just how much freshness these uncommon unions provide. This is no "featured artist" but a firm commitment to integrating each others identities and it works so well.

Highlights include My Queen as the two bands jostle their heaviest aesthetics back and forth. Song 3 is another banger where the exchange yields a curious callback to Slipknot with its unhinged pinch harmonics and brutal riffage. RATATATA will likely stand out as a fan favorite. Electric Callboy's brand of tongue in cheek party meme metal a fun fit for the J-Pop influences. In a way it summarizes the overall mood, just a fun record about pumping out animated compositions embraces obnoxious grooves and lively melodies. Cracking record, falling just shy of something truly great.

Rating: 7/10

Enya "A Day Without Rain" (2000)

 

Enya! A name known far and wide across the musical realm, yet for why I wouldn't of been able to tell you, until recently. Hearing Orinoco Flow again, for the first time in decades, that sublime imaginative piece turned me onto her genius. Learning this record is one of the millenniums best selling, I've been set loose on a new journey.

A Day Without Rain strikes me as a union between classical instrumentation and modern convention, her voice arriving as an added dimension of charm, chiming in among the cast of apparatus making up an orchestra. Its mostly the staccato strings offer a melodic focus, as Classical grandiose arrangements are simplified into repetitive sections mimicking Pop music's verse chorus structure. The rest of the aesthetic range nestles into soothing ambiences, soft and gentle, giving space for the character of her subtly understated yet powerful voice to breath its life.

At times her exquisite tone takes on temperaments akin to a lead voice in traditional church music, hymns and psalms evoking rural echo's of Ireland and Wales. In these songs a deeply human empathy and sense of natural beauty emerges. One can almost see the rolling green hills of endless countryside and rural life that comes with it. Somehow, these moments flow perfectly with another half. Voice and instruments take on an adventurous, playful quality, exploring into fantastical spaces.

I couldn't talk about this record without mentioning Tempus Vernum. Led by Timpani drums and cold bells, Its cautious venture into stormy temperaments yields a danger from this orchestral setup I simply adore. This explains a curious bridge to the fantastical realms of war and darkness explored by the likes of Emperor's keyboard section and Glenn Stafford's medieval battle music heard on Warcraft II.

On some level, similar themes that evoke agrarian, un-urbanized, primitive yet spiritual emotions exist both here and in Fantasy music and Dungeon Synth among others from the more esoteric and obscure side of music I am usually indulged with. Enya is a refreshing take on that territory, making those connections without venturing into the abstract. Her older music however, might take a different direction.

Rating: 8/10

State Azure "Paradise Star EP" (2025)

EP by name but double LP by duration, Paradise Star drops four lengthy serine mood pieces alternating between Berlin School inspired synth jostling and brooding ethereal percussion-less soundscapes. Its opening piece, the twenty minute title track, a clear favorite. Its lively, animated cycling melody a curious engagement. Seeming more mechanical than expressive, its burgeoning bustles and gradual unwindings guide the song through phases over top dreamy synths. Together, they paint a rich atmosphere.

 White Lake and We Sleep Beneath A Dying Moon act as layered tone setting drones, great for focus and meditative moods. Pathfinder feels like a mastery of texture, guiding its various sequenced instruments through gradual shifts as sharp attack-decay keys and drums exchange over soft elongated synth chords. Its a textural treat but in its lengthy incarnation, this aesthetic class becomes secondary to the musics lengthy trajectory. All in all, an impressive set of songs befitting of my taste right now.

Rating: 7/10 

$uicideboy$ "Thy Kingdom Come" (2025)

 

Its a smash! Returning swiftly from New World Depression, cousins Ruby and Scrim spin the wheels recycling their distinct but well refined formula. Now accustom with their gritty aesthetic, I found this thirty minute record to offer little fresh or exiting. Second track Napoleon leans into some classic 90s Southern Hip Hop themes, mustering a momentary flair as the records tone quickly resettles. Later on Grey+Grey+Grey ushers in scary movie soundtrack vibes with a Horrorcore style banger. The following Carried Away caught my ear too. A moody number, leaning on the hazy vibes of its depressing Ethereal atmosphere.

These where a couple of highlights among a lack of novelty. One of my biggest takeaways was noticing how many beats use the exact same drum kit, often with the same hi-hat rhythm. That lack of variety essentially parallels a very casual approach to songwriting. Hastily produced beats, flexing lyrics that feel expressive of the moment but lack a broader scope. Hooks are sorely missed too. Not a single track lands something truly memorable. Although their sincerity is endearing, that power wears off when the creative process feels routine and dialed in. Overall, a disappointment.

Rating: 4/10 

Old Sorcery "The Lost Grimoire" (2025)

Previously released only under the physical medium of cassette, one can now indulge in what I presume are leftovers of old, given its similarity to the esoteric moods heard on Realms Of Magickal Sorrow. The first of four, To The Infinity Of The Forest conjures memories of A Forest Trapped. Its another slowly brooding enchantment, natural yet steeped in mysticism, led by glacial melody. Groans from a familiar yet mysterious deep bellowing voice eventually cry out to further enrich is curious tone.

 

A shorter piece, Mana Shrine Revisited, focuses efforts on a more abrasive set of instruments. Leading the arrangement, something brassy, woodwind alike that I couldn't nail down. Possibly a murky accordion? As the song progresses, steely yet animated melodies rush in to chime, evoking a classic castly Dungeon Synth motif.

 

Raven's Fortune sparks a little mischief with its opening playful melodies, only for its jollity to give way to a yawning synth string section. We are whisked once again into the ambiguous realms of imagination, laced with ancient, witchcraft suggestions. The playful tone reoccurs on its lengthy closer, The Tranquil. Bell chimes and staccato strings pace themselves as the steady brooding of flutes slowly ushers in strings that build to the tracks fading conclusion with a touch of cinematic scope.

 

These compositions fit in snugly with that classic era but one can see how they perhaps lack a sense of adventure Old Sorcery's album embark on, as pivots and transformations usually serve as the gratifying mystique to tie all this Dungeon Synth inspired imagination together. Either way, The Lost Grimoire is a welcome addition to a fine discography!

 

Rating: 5/10