Hailing from Sweden, Alastor play heavy occult/doom rock possessed by evil spirits covered in bong resin. As the weed smoke continues throughout, the three tracks on "Black Magic" take you on long dark decent (only one song on here is under ten minutes) straight to hell. It's a slow burn, but the tunes are catchy as fuck. The grooves are captivating enough to keep you locked in at all times, with the guitar's wall of fuzz and the lead singer's hazy ghost trail vocals. Since hearing the single "Black Magic" I had been anticipating the rest, not sure what to expect from the other two tunes. Everything on here flows fluidly, even if it's at a crawl in the dankest canoe on the River Styx. Just make sure you don't forget to get out your Ouija Board and bong while listening to this, because you never know what kind of evil shit is going to be drawn to this album. Cheers!!!
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