Ever walked in ancient forests or foggy mountains and got the impression that something’s with you, an echo, a shadow just out of sight? Maybe the ‘something’ isn’t actually a bad thing. Isn’t there a primitive and instinctive something in us all, that calls us away from the 5G microwave madness of modern life and back towards nature? It’s this – plus a dose of the witchy cult horror that entranced them as kids – that motivates British coven Green Lung’s doomy, metalized take on classic rock. This Heathen Land is its third and perhaps ultimate manifestation.
Here, among Scott Black’s dense but eloquent guitar work and John Wright’s frantic but captivating old school organ, are songs that mesmerise. Singer Tom Templar, his keening voice somewhere between supercharged Ozzy and spectral, multi-tracked Freddie Mercury, tells us of folk heroes the Pendle Witches on the surging, proud-to-be-heavy Mountain Throne, and evokes the primal wonder of Dartmoor’s Wistman’s Wood and its legion of legends on the riff-heavy Hunters In The Sky. A more instant hit is the freaked-out Maxine (Witch Queen), featuring a bravura organ performance, while One For Sorrow decelerates to anthemic, doom metal greatness.