These albums are always a treat, as they are presented in unbroken, hour-long tracks wherein a Who’s Who of Cryo Chamber alumni…
Dagon begins exactly as it should: the subtle roar of ocean waves undulating, lapping at imposing rocks and possible ancient, antediluvian structures obscured by moss and lichen, weather-worn and hewn by the incessant pummeling of the water. Ominous howls of synth horns and drones begin their call from above gaping pits adorned with ceremonial “eyes”, many of which are certainly ringed with worshippers proclaiming their tenets of faith according to their Esoteric Orders.
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