### Electric Wizard: Dopethrone

#### 20/07/09 || Khlysty

Slow and low. Grinding. No fucking melody whatsoever. Just pounding and pounding and a little more pounding. Expansive, as if ready to swallow the whole fucking universe. Distorted guitars, distorted bass, distorted drums, distorted vocals, distorted minds. Witches’ brew. The Devil is a dopehead and God doesn’t exist. Living in declining England, grey and hopeless and poor. Anger and pure despair. Gimme the fuckin’ bong, mate. And fuckin’ crank up the volume. Yeah, that’s the shit.

Witches, muddied and crazed, dancing in the moonlight, ready for blood sacrificies. I don’t fuckin’ care, find me an amp which goes up to eleven. Riffs to rattle the bones of the maggot-infested buried bodies in the nearby cemetery. Rain tonight. Again. Fuck rain. Fuck everything. Where’s the fuckin’ bong? No, I won’t do it, I won’t be commercial. Commercial’s for pussies. Broken, bloodied swords in the battlefield and the Morrigan sated. I hate, you hate, he-she-it hates. Hatred, so pure as to kill.

Yeah, Tony and the boys did it first, but we got the knowhow and the hardware. Slow, slower, slowest, tell me, is your heart still beating? No? Good, now we can proceed. A wickerman burning, babies stuffed inside his wooden belly. No hope. Doom? You don’t know doom. I LIVE doom. So, fuck you. The Devil’s here, crack-addled and ready. Come, my fanatics. Funeral pyres, fed on the bodies of the plague victims.

Don’t go out tonight, or your life is forfeit. Fuckin’ cold. Inside and out. The hills have eyes. And teeth. And tongues, smacking heartily after a good meal. No innocence. You knew it. The venue’s trembling. Bass, basser, bassest. Feedback. Feed back from those how fed on you. On the road. In your mind. What the fuck you talkin’ about? Volume. Voluminous darkness. No, not darkness. Lightlessness. No light. Dark matter. Grey matter, battered by chemistry and alchemy and volume.

Dope. Death. Destruction. Deeds done, never to be undone. Psychosis. Insanity. Heavy, heavier, heaviest. Metal. Gun metal. Cold metal. Witches’ Sabbath. Black Sabbath, with a twist. Twisted minds, twisted music. No, not music. Evocation. Death evocation. Vocational training in killing. I’ll drain you, body and mind; empty husks, dead roaches. Pounding and pounding and more pounding. Doom. For. All…

“Dopethrone” is a classic. Stop reading and go buy.

The End.

9 dark, universe-consuming records out of 10.

- Information
- Released: 2000
- Label: Rise Above Records
- Website: Electric Wizard MySpace
- Band
- Jus Oborn: vocals, guitar, effects
- Tim Bagshaw: bass, fuzz bass, effects
- Mark Greening: drums

- Tracklist
- 01. Vinum Sabbathi
- 02. Funeralopolis
- 03. Weird Tales (I. Electric Frost, II. Golgotha, III. Altar of Melektaus)
- 04. Barbarian
- 05. I, the Witchfinder
- 06. The Hills Have Eyes
- 07. We Hate You
- 08. Dopethrone
- 09. Mind Transferral (bonus track, 2006 reissue)