After the departure of Wino, Saint Vitus vanished for a few years and resurfaced with Swedish vocalist Christian Lindersson and a renewed vitality. Sadly this album was all but ignored when it was released in the early 90's, long after their association with SST and during a time when playing doom metal was the most uncommercial move you could make. The record itself is just stellar, though, a secret treasure buried deep in Saint Vitus' formidable discography. It's bleak, slow as slime, and all kinds of weird. For the first time guitarist Dave Chandler builds thick walls of multiple guitars behind his riffs, lending a suffocating heaviness to the album. Lindersson's vocals, which may require a bit of adjustment after Wino's growl, instead wind through the songs like a charmed cobra. A strong streak of humanity runs through the songs, decrying the destruction of the world at the hands of foolish men.
Children of doom
We are your father
Children of doom
We are your father
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