In metal's sorceress sweepstakes, these bad-tripping Atlantans land somewhere between the necromantic Blood Ceremony/Devil's Blood wing and the more blooze-Wiccan Christian Mistress/Witch Mountain school; as often as not, they sound like they'd rather have been around to compete with post-Joplin muscle-mamas in Birtha or Ramatam back in the acid-boogie early '70s. Their riffed dirges generally drag on forever with minimal consideration of coherence, but percussive breaks, ritual chants, and wind-chime tintinnabulation help. And Mlny Parsonz's tormented wailing really shakes the rafters.