Should ‘The Room Of Shadows’ be the last we ever hear from Pagan Altar then it stands as a most fitting denouement by a band whose abilities far transcend their limited commercial success.
‘Poisoned Blood’ may leave you feeling dirty, but in a good way. Cleanliness is for the self-righteous, Jesus worshippers out there. Fuck them. Satan loves dirt.
It made me smile. It made me thankful that I love metal. It made me play it again as soon as the first spin ended.
This is a hugely enjoyable album from a damn fine rock band who can realistically go on to achieve on a level like Orange Goblin. This is Steak. Well done.
I didn’t like this album. It is an ordeal of a record. After around a week in its presence I reached the conclusion that exposure to any more Coltsblood this side of the blackened arse-end of eternity’s final death-fart would be all-too-fucking soon.