It’s starting to feel like these German retro-rockers are getting in a bit of a rut. I guess when your entire existence is enmeshed with the 70s-style Sabbath type riffs and attitude there is only so much ground you can till. This is a decent album, but there’s just not much that stands out to set it apart. It seems as though they have attempted to incorporate a few hippy-ish/psychedelic flavors to the sound (the little flute flourish in the title track and the French spoken word closer A L’ombre Du Temps are a couple of examples). It’s like this is doom rock for the flower child crowd. It kind of works in places and kind of falls flat in others. As a result, this album just kind of lies there. It’s a far cry from their earlier albums that just went for the jugular as serious guitar driven madness. Kind of a bummer overall.
3 flip flops out of 5
DISPATCHES FROM THE VOID 