This record really should come with a health warning..
Oof! This record really should come with a health warning; such is the bone-crushing force behind Witchsorrow’s monstrously heavy doom. Unashamedly orthodox in approach, the three-piece tip their collective hat to the early works of Cathedral and Candlemass, with drawn-out Sabbath riffs and lyrics about medieval witch trials the order of the day. The tempo shifts up a gear on ‘Gomorrah’, its gruff vocals and pummelling central riff recalling a beat-up High On Fire, before the funeral-paced ‘Thou Art Cursed’ comes along to envelop the listener in a mournful twelve-minute embrace. Just abandon all hope and bang thy head… slowly.