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Completely and totally flawed... but still amazing - 90%

jdmunyon, May 1st, 2021

There are so many negative things I can say about this album, but at the same time I love it so much and it speaks to my soul in a way that few other albums do (either by this band or just in general).

This album is the second in the "modern Virgin Steele" era, an era defined by David DeFeis basically taking over the band as his own solo project. An era that is far more defined by atmosphere and song length and "epicness" and weirdness than it is by power METAL. This album sort of carries on from "Visions of Eden", the first album in the modern era, which in the words of DeFeis was a "soundtrack for a major motion picture that has yet to be made". "Visions of Eden" was vocally-led and filled with keyboards and orchestrations and "calmness", the guitars taking a serious backseat both in their involvement and sound level in the mix (it took a remix released years later to beef up the guitars a bit, and even then they were still kind of quiet). "The Black Light Bacchanalia" does contrast with this a little but, in bringing the guitars a bit more to the forefront and sounding a bit more like a collection of songs instead of a "concept album". Carried forward is the continued use of long songs, with far fewer fast, fist-pumping parts as compared with the slow parts.

David DeFeis continues his vocal "evolution" or "devolution" (depending on how you see it - probably the latter) on this album. Mostly gone is the powerful traditional metal singer of all of the 90s classics, and instead we have a man who is losing his ability to sing like he used to, and thus attempting to compensate. This compensation takes all sorts of forms, including whispering, ad-libbing (take a shot every time he shouts "look out!", see how long you can last), high-pitched yowls with not a lot of power behind them, and caterwauling. He still breaks out a good mid-ranged singing voice at times (mainly during the more ballady parts, where there isn't a powerful metal song to "keep up with"), but it is in the minority.

Guitar riffs are definitely present, but often exist more to beef up the background sounds rather than to drive the songs. A couple of exceptions are "By the Hammer of Zeus", "The Orpheus Taboo", and "Necropolis", which are more riff-based - you can definitely enjoy these as more "normal" metal songs, as long as you can stand the vocals; they all still have soft parts though. But in contrast you get songs like "To Crown Them with Halos" and "Eternal Regret" which are mostly piano ballads with slight metal dressings in the margins. There are still good guitar solos across the album, and some of the riffs are pretty "chunky" (probably due to the 7-string guitars).

Bass is nonexistent to these ears, drums are fine but not a standout in the slightest (credits claim that Frank Gilchriest is playing on here, but I don't know, they sure sound programmed a lot of the time), while keyboards, piano and orchestrations are pretty well represented. The production isn't "bad" but I really wouldn't call it "good" either: DeFeis and the band are mainly doing it on their own. It does sound much better than whatever the heck they did on the next couple of albums, you can give it that.

Based on everything said so far, you would think I was criticizing this album more than I was praising it. And there's no getting around it, this album is probably a difficult one for a typical metal fan or Virgin Steele fan to get into. But, for me, in spite of all of the flaws listed above, I just love the shit out of this album. David DeFeis is still a genius with most of what he is writing here. The album has a genuine atmosphere of "paganness" and "esotericism" and also "sadness" and "regret" that just make for a really wonderful, moody 76 minutes of music. I sort of get the impression that DeFeis is going through a sort of "mid-life crisis", knowing that he can't write music like the band used to play due to his declining vocal health, so is doing the best he can and attempting to pivot Virgin Steele from a powerful metal band to... something very different. And I really do love just about every moment on this album for exactly what it is. "In a Dream of Fire" is just touching. The title track feels like a portal back to some long-lost time and society of the past. And the closing track is an unbelievably haunting piano ballad, David absolutely baring his soul on this one.

There are a few lyrical passages that - I think - summarize the point that this album is trying to make, so I will list these below:

"Pagan Heart"

MY PAGAN HEART - lives for the hour
MY PAGAN HEART - burns to devour
When God will be ripped from the sky!

MY PAGAN HEART - lives for the answer
MY PAGAN HEART - screams like a panther
To be free!!!

"The Black Light Bacchanalia"

Unending fire and unending might
Melting the life from the dawn
Raising a hell where your heaven had been
A stain in the heart of the rose
For the age that is to come...

"Eternal Regret"

Bonedust and leaves blow in the wind
You laugh but never smile in my mind
On this dark fated day I can feel you far away
Oh give me back the night that I have wronged...

This album is 100% not recommended if you're just looking for some powerful metal that sounds like the Marriage albums, Invictus, or the House of Atreus albums. But, if you want something different, it might just scratch an itch that you didn't even know you had, and touch your soul in a way that can almost bring tears to your eyes. Give it a shot.

Narcissistic barbaric romantic metal - 50%

colin040, July 18th, 2019

We’ll probably never know what exactly happened with the band members of Virgin Steele after The House of Atreus series, but for some reason the band became much more David DeFeis’s own thing at one point. Now this man is responsible for plenty of great albums, but The Black Light Bacchanalia makes me wonder how much input his comrades actually had because this just isn’t an enjoyable album.

The problem with The Black Light Bacchanalia is that it’s just damn flawed. Normally I can overlook some flaws in certain albums as long as they have some real redeeming values. Virgin Steele’s own Invictus and The House of Atreus – Act I for example, didn’t have the best production values, but as far as material and performances goes, those albums delivered the goods for real. Here you at best get a couple of songs here that would have ended up great if it weren’t for the production and musicianship. At worst, this just sounds like a concept album taken way too far where the emphasis seems to be put more on the story than the music itself.

Seriously, this basically sounds like a parody of Virgin Steele’s mid-era. For starters, David DeFeis sounds like he’s taking the piss out of himself. His voice still sounds recognizable and at times he does pull off the goods; both ‘’The Bread of Wickedness’’ and ‘’The Torture of the Damned’’ feature heroic, yet elegant lines, but elsewhere there’s tons of whispering, howling and random screams to be found. It’s like a guitarist who constantly feels like shredding every couple of seconds to prove what he’s capable of - it’s unnecessary and becomes annoying at one point. If that wasn’t enough yet, you end up with a production that doesn’t do the band good at all; the guitars sound as if they were recorded underwater, devoid of any power whatsoever. Instead pianos and vocals dominate the mix and good luck tolerating these drums – you can tell DeFeis programmed these and they become a pain to the ears quickly.

It’s a shame because the production, powerless vocal delivery and shitty drums totally suck the life out of even the best songs here. ‘’By the Hammer of Zeus’’ is a solid opener with a stomping main riff, but becomes a test of patience once DeFeis starts to whisper his way through the track and rarely goes back to exciting howls that he opened up with. ‘’In a Dream of Fire’’ recalls ‘’Blood and Gasoline’’, with some catchy piano/guitar leads being the spotlight and vocally becomes more tolerable, but still doesn’t end up great. Even ‘’Pagan Heart’’, with its cutting riffs tries to become violent but ends up like wasted potential instead. What’s the point if you drown the guitars beneath the pianos and vocals anyway?

The second half of The Black Light Bacchanalia is far less instant – you get these long ‘’epics’’ that don’t go anywhere and are full of random pinch harmonics. The worst offender is ‘’To Crown them With Halos (Part 1 & Part 2’’), which sums up what you’d get if David DeFeis doesn’t rely on anyone else. The track doesn’t have any riffs, or hooks; it’s all about David randomly speaking and howling with a piano to back him up for eleven minutes. Some of the orchestration work gives the track a bit of a heroic feel, but I could say the same thing about plenty of earlier Virgin Steele songs that were actually good! Maybe I just shouldn’t be surprised about a track with part 1 and 2 in its title. Cut the pretentiousness already, David.

If the best material on The Black Light Bacchanalia was played with real musicians, had a solid production as well as good vocals on top, you’d end up with a 75% score EP. Yet, this just too much to handle as a whole and worst of all, Virgin Steele would go even more downhill from here. Just avoid this one.

From a Scream to a Whisper - 65%

MatsBG, November 19th, 2017
Written based on this version: 2010, CD, Steamhammer

The thin line between tasteful theatricals and pompous insanity is very thin indeed, and in regards to Virgin Steele, it’s a line that has been waning fast as of lately. Vocalist, keyboardist and bandleader David DeFeis has never shunned the grandiosity and, for the lack of a better word, cheesiness that his band has become known for. But while the band’s earlier outputs counterweighted those moments with sharp riffs and aggressive vocals, the latest albums sees DeFeis almost alone at the foreground. The guitar is still there, but the emphasis seems to be more on the vocals and the orchestration, trading most of the aggression with that of a mellower approach. This description also holds true to The Black Light Bacchanalia, released in 2010. But even though Virgin Steele has evolved, some would say devolved, their sound, how is the music itself?

The first notes that blasts from the speaker, yes, blasts, is that of By The Hammer of Zeus (And the Wrecking Ball of Thor). Initiated by DeFeis’ shouts and roars, the track evokes the classic Virgin Steele of the 90s, where sharp riffs and a steady rhythm section dominates. But as the first verse comes along, the song suddenly starts to mellow out. Instead of a soaring vocal performance by DeFeis, he opts to use a quiet whisper. In theory, this should bring the song to a grinding halt, but surprisingly, it works. The quiet, but melodious vocal lines complement the thrashing drums and guitars and creates a rather unique experience. The track is also one of the longest on the album, but despite its length it doesn’t get boring, as DeFeis tweaks each verse and chorus to make them less identical, plus the midsection feels both natural and necessary. A brilliant opener. Pagan Heart is up next, and while it doesn’t reach the heights of the opener, it still manages to put the guitars at the forefront, and coupled with a splendid midsection it almost hits home. But while the track excels at certain aspects, it slowly becomes clear that the whispering approach to singing that made the opener stand out is the album’s norm. The vocals rarely deviates from this style, and when it does it is merely for DeFeis to shoehorn in screams and roars that does more bad than good.

To Crown Them With Halos (Part 1 & 2) is the albums longest track, clocking in at eleven minutes, and in many ways a perfect example of both the strengths and the weaknesses of the album. The piano is the main attraction here, providing a luscious groove that works perfectly wherever it pops up in the song and helps drive the song forward. The other aspect though, is that when the guitar enters the mainframe again, DeFeis’ quiet vocals steal some of the track’s thunder. So while his approach works wholeheartedly within the confinements of the piano, it falls flat when the “aggressive” side shows up. This could also be said about Necropolis (He Answers Them With Death) with some heavy parts that just sounds wrong with coupled with the vocals. And together with The Bread of Wickedness, an otherwise short and sweet number that relies on a catchy chorus, these tracks are the ones that’s riddled with the “mostly” out of place short shrieks of DeFeis. An unnecessary trademark if you will. The Bread of Wickedness is also home to a mildly annoying drumbeat that sadly takes up most of the track.

Songs like The Orpheus Taboo and the title track both offer some rays of hope in regards to tasty riffs and some well needed aggression, but in what seems to be the album’s way of doing things, this approach is limited to either the intro of the song or used sparsely amidst the mounds of laidback and almost chamber music-like atmosphere. The former song tracks off into a yawn-inducing exercise in how not to handle a seven-minute track, complete with both an annoying DeFeis and a severe lack of hooks or pleasant melodies. The latter, while sporting an above average chorus, gets lost in a boring and trite verse and a not so memorable bridge. The guitar solo works, but right as the tracks seems to delve into a much needed break from DeFeis, the verse stumbles back in. And speaking of trite and boring musical offerings, The Tortures of the Damned is just kind of there. Serving no real purpose other than being a “break” between the title track and the second longest track Necropolis (He Answers Them With Death). Nepenthe (I Live Tomorrow) is also an incredibly boring and lifeless number that feels included solely on the basis that DeFeis felt the album needed some more ballads.

That being said, other than the aforementioned The Tortures of the Damned and Nepenthe (I Live Tomorrow), the remaining ballads In a Dream of Fire and Eternal Regret actually offers some of the albums strongest moments. In a Dream of Fire has an infectious rhythm and some incredible vocal lines, as well as an actual catchy and great sounding chorus. A prime example of when the piano actually adds something to a song without having to sacrifice any of the other musical components. And the album’s closer Eternal Regret is perhaps the best track off the album. A heartfelt, driving and atmospheric number that ends an otherwise confused album on a high note. The vocals sound passionate, the guitar builds atmosphere, and the rhythm section keeps a steady and almost droning pace that all comes together extremely well.

The Black Light Bacchanalia is an incredibly mixed bag of muted aggression, driving piano melodies, strange shrieks, and a confused mission. The album can’t seem to decide on whether it wants to be a full-fledged chamber music meets metal conglomerate of steady rhythms, pompous melodies, a dominant piano and whispers, or a continuation of Virgin Steele’s previous endeavours, only with more DeFeis and less everything else. The end product sits somewhere in between these two descriptors, encompassing both the grand and gentle atmosphere found on tracks such as Eternal Regret and In a Dream of Fire, the aggression of old found on By the Hammer of Zeus (And the Wrecking Ball of Thor), as well as the confused beast that is “DeFeis presents Virgin Steele” on most of the other tracks. So while the album in itself feels stitched together and very little cohesive, it includes some crowning moments from the band. Nothing gets offensively bad, but a good portion of the album is either boring or has an identity crisis. It doesn’t help that DeFeis shrieks and wails at every given opportunity either…

Regression To The Mean - 48%

GuntherTheUndying, July 2nd, 2012

Virgin Steele's stint of glory from "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell" up until "Visions of Eden" is a landmark in epic metal. For twelve years, David Defeis led his symphony of steel beyond the halls of Valhalla and through Olympus' clouds with his soaring fleet of iron might, and I show no shame in including Virgin Steele next to Iron Maiden or Judas Priest as one of metal's finest warriors; their material really is that exquisite. Now I was a little surprised by the immediate decline in content throughout "The Black Light Bacchanalia" following "Visions of Eden." Sure, it's another tale of grandiosity which wiggles next to most of the band's works, but the mask, once removed, reveals something tired and faceless. Virgin Steele did not abandon the charging anthems and high-flying characteristics of their prime; however, the meat and potatoes of the group's fire was stretched way too thin, leading "The Black Light Bacchanalia" down a path where sagas fade to one-dimensional fables and valor molests its own honor.

The focus of the album seems to be how many useless and overblown additives Defeis and crew can pile into their music, if I may be frank. Extravagant tunes with multiple layers including orchestral work and keyboards alongside the elongated duration of Virgin Steele's compositions have appeared beforehand in previous offerings of this group, but here they transfer from relevant to banal without really changing anything remarkably drastic. Beyond the gigantic film of extra crap (and there's plenty of it), there isn't anything noteworthy or captivating within this carnival of mediocrity. Occasionally a cool riff or pattern pops up, but these moments are usually drilled into oblivion once all the unneeded sections and useless fireworks show up and totally throw off whatever the band was originally conveying. They constantly jerk around from here to Asgard for the sole purpose of jerking around from here to Asgard, just a directionless show of Virgin Steele on sleep debt; the idea of recreating an epic anthem or something dramatic completely ruins most of the album, as it was clearly the point to bring one of Defeis' cinematic imaginations (which border on laughable at times) to life. Probably not the outcome he was hoping for.

Speaking of Defeis, what the hell happened to this guy's voice? Remember the rough, gritty tone and sky-high wailing of this banshee that immortalized his voice in the eternal halls of metal? Well, here he greatly restrains his ability as a vocalist, settling for vapid chimes and falsettos so falsely theatrical and roaring that they almost seem like a joke. Still, he hits notes that impress, yet his standard brilliance this is not. The only survivors are "By the Hammer of Zeus," the pounding "The Bread of Wickedness," and I have a little heart for "Eternal Regret," yet like most of the album, it could use a temporal shaving of about four or five minutes. Sure there are a few good tracks, but it's like these guys were trying to win a formula-1 race on tricycles, thinking the flames painted on their bikes would achieve hyperspeed and break the sound barrier. I could totally picture David Defeis doing that, by the way.

In its attempt to become a heroic tale of divinity and beauty, "The Black Light Bacchanalia" boasts the armor of Virgin Steele without having understood the knowledge of why or how Defeis and his precious child are heavy metal legends. Excessive orchestration and a multitude of tracks running beyond seven minutes equates to precisely nothing if the core fundamentals of passion and drama and power decide to skip out on the festival, and sadly, that's what happens here. In contradiction to the consistency of Virgin Steele, "The Black Light Bacchanalia" fails miserably at its desired objective, and I hereby state this is the band's worst full-length release since “Life Among the Ruins,“ easily. Boring, bland, and balderdash is this bacchanalia.

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Bit of a head scratcher... - 55%

doomknocker, January 25th, 2011

Something has to be said for the hard-nosed existences of older rock/metal acts who just don’t know when to quit. I’m not saying that to be a dick, or anything, like certain acts should just hang it up rather than tarnish their past reputation with albums that neither tackle those older ideals nor shed some evolutionary light (…OK, there are SPECIFIC acts out there that should really consider calling it a day. Won’t say who.). I’m actually praising some of these bands for not giving a fuck whether or not their particular style has outlived its usefulness and continue to record and tour. Dedication to their craft…something to admire. And it seems that one such act is this here Virgin Steele band, 30 years young and still goin’ at it.

And let’s see what they’ve been up to post-millennium…

I’ll admit it now; what drove me to this album, at first, were David DeFeis’ strange jaguar screams first head on the first track, and the fact that they kept coming during that first riff was just fantastic and had me hooked for the rest of the album. Things start out with that fist-pumpin’ heavy/power metal sound that is just cuh-LASSIC to the bone, sounding simultaneously catchy and aged and able to push everything with a good forward momentum that doesn’t lag too much on riffs and ideas that are weaker than they let on. Over time, though, things end up moving into a new direction that kinda betrays the album’s decidedly old-timey feel, entering the realm of rather fancy-sounding symphonic metal that doesn’t sound too far removed from a high-profile Broadway stage show, albeit with a group of long hairs at the helm. On that same musical end of things, this is some really rippin’ metal that has more than a lion’s share of melodic tandems and many moments to enjoy, where the distorted guitars and drum-machiney percussion meet lush orchestration, sharp piano interludes and strange, operatic/cat screeching singing that is both epically powerful (with the low, brooding approach) and annoyingly distracting (with the high, squeaky falsettos that just pop outta nowhere), taking song lengths into a dimension all their own due to the overwrought arrangements. The production doesn’t really do the material that much justice in that, at times, the instrumentation is scrunched under the weight of the monstrous vocal exercises, making it that much harder to take in and enjoy as much as I’m sure David would have wanted. Nevertheless, the differentiation present is almost enough to make up for the strangeness “The Black Light Bacchanalia” possesses, as songs like “By the Hammer of Zeus (and the Wrecking Ball of Thor)”, “In a Dream of Fire” and the closer, “Eternal Regret” can attest to.

At the end of the day,Virgin Steele’s latest is a mixed bag of musical fanciness and weird vocal aesthetics that stands on its own two feet, but doesn’t come off as completely gelled. It’s ambitious, sure, but the remaining loose ends and sharp corners can come off as too distracting to enjoy completely. Recommended, but with caution.

By The Hammer of Zeus! - 79%

Andromeda_Unchained, December 13th, 2010

By the hammer of Zeus indeed, here we are closing out my rewind on one of metal’s finest products. It might come as a surprise to some of the readers to hear this was my personal album of the year for 2010 – particularly given the wealth of incredible releases to come out then. Whilst I wouldn’t say it was the strongest of the crop, I established an emotional bond with this album, which I think few ever will or want to.

I’ll level with you. The Black Light Bacchanalia isn’t an easy album to appreciate, and on the surface there are plenty of elements which strive to keep it down. Some fans of the band seem to think Virgin Steele began and ended with the superlative “classic five” run, and those fans have expressed much distaste for this release, which has certainly added to Black Light’s poor reputation. If you want to strike up any sort of appreciation with the album, it’s going to be hard going, and I think most importantly, will require a lot of time through repeated listening.

So what’s wrong with it? Most identifiably I’d say it’s the thin production, which manages to trump the preceding Visions Of Eden. The guitar presence in particular struggles to find a prominent place in the mix, as David DeFeis vocals strive to dominate throughout. Speaking of which, if you’ve any prior knowledge of the album, or read other reviews, you’ll see the mob mentality can’t get away with David’s vocals here. Whilst it isn’t too far away from what he was doing on the last album, there’s a definite increase in his whispered vocals, which some have pegged down to diminishing talent. I personally like to think it’s more out of personal choice, DeFeis oft aims to please himself foremost, and in a sense it’s a brave move, as no one sings like this.

Outside of these obviously noticeable factors, the only other element to The Black Light Bacchanalia that I can imagine would be off-putting is the sheer scope of the songs, and the admittedly lengthy run of the album. Of course, this follows in the footsteps of their preceding release, and as such you’ll find a more prominent piano and orchestral presence as opposed to the almighty guitar riff. I do feel that this is a more metallic effort than their prior opus, but the differences in terms of sound alone are marginal.

I guess you’re keen to know what I feel is so good here? Well it’s simple (no we’re not killing the Batman today)- it’s all in the songwriting. To be fair, songwriting is the most important aspect of any album, and Virgin Steele has long since mastered the art of crafting deep, dense numbers which have their hooks coveted like treasure, awaiting any adventurer savvy enough to delve the depths. Whilst I’ve mentioned that on the surface there is a fair bit identifiably wrong with the album, I feel it’s more so to scare off the bubblegum, thrill-a-minute guys who wouldn’t know the peaks and valleys of excellent songwriting if it were to crash through their window. The Black Light Bacchanalia awards the inquisitive listener, and for those of you out there, I beg you come in.

Just about every song here is worthy of note, and whilst thematically there is a fair bit going on, the endgame closes the story told in Visions Of Eden. To those who look to lyrics first, then I’ll say that, as always with Virgin Steele, they’re very well done, if a little indulgent. Like I say, thematically they close out the last album, but there’s also a focus on old Pagan deities, and the general switch from the old to the new religion(s). Some of the songs aren’t all that obvious in their theme and lyrics so really you can take what you want from the experience – I know I have. Even “Eternal Regret”, which is essentially God’s lamentation, can be taken how you like, either way the song absolutely ruins me. Without a doubt one of the more poignant Virgin Steele numbers.

And that’s it really. The album hits me in ways that few acts outside of Virgin Steele can. DeFeis’ oftentimes odd vocal approach serves more as a benefit in my eyes, and awards the music a further degree of affecting texture. Of course, none of this would be possible without the foundation of dramatic piano work, focused guitar playing, and driving rhythms. Whilst I’d have liked more Edward Pursino, he’s still there and puts forth some cool stuff along with his cohort Josh Block; whose presence is the most prominent it has ever been in the band – something I sincerely hope isn’t a sign of things to come. Seriously, keep Pursino upfront, and leave Block handling bass and rhythm.

The Black Light Bacchanalia is a hard album to sell, what with its polarizing effect on people and poor reputation amongst non-die hard (read: fanboy/girl) fans. I surely wouldn’t suggest starting with this one, as it’s best to understand how the band works prior to indulging. What I will say is to give this one a fair chance: don’t go in expecting pugilistic and driving metal, as whilst there are plenty of heavy metal elements throughout, for the most part the band transcends genres with this one. An odd release to say the least, the appeal is without a doubt stilted, and you really have to put the work in for the enjoyment. Those who do, however, will be very well-rewarded with some awe-inspiring songwriting.

I’ll defend this one to the grave.

Edit: This is new review, written for to finish my artist rewind. For a more fanboyish review of the album from when it came out visit the Metal Crypt.

All trains gotta stop sometime. - 63%

Empyreal, November 11th, 2010

Well, this was bound to happen sometime or other. I love Virgin Steele, and at their best they really are one of the classiest and best metal acts out there, but even the gods aren’t infallible. Apparently after almost 10 years gone from the scene they seem to have lost their marbles, or at the very least have bitten off more than they could chew. Visions of Eden was a detour, and one that could be excused – they’d still come back to their regular sound later, right? Experimentation is fine, but there are ways to take it too far…which this album does rather garishly. The train has run itself off the tracks, people.

This is called The Black Light Bacchanalia, and we have the first flaw of this album right there. Virgin Steele has simply gotten too wrapped up in DeFeis’ own mythos and pretentiousness. The 90s stuff was always elaborate, sure, but it was always rooted to Earth with catchy riffs, choruses and an adherence to some semblance of the heavy metal style. This stuff…is just too much. I mean it’s not like they’ve lost the ability to write songs, but it’s more like they’re more concerned now with trying to write some kind of faux-opera story with multiple characters and parts and storylines, except they never really go all the way with that either, not like they did on the Atreus albums. Instead they just keep trudging through overly long and overly progressive songs in a manner that suggests they think they are being clever – or rather, DeFeis does, as he is the only one who really wrote any songs on this.

It’s frustrating because there are some really good parts to this album that remind me of the kind of music this band is capable of at their best “By the Hammer of Zeus” rocks, and it’s followed with slices of majestic metal like “Pagan Heart” and the melodic, gloomy “In a Dream of Fire,” but sadly these opening songs are the only good ones on here. After that the album just kind of loses itself up DeFeis’ polished ass and meanders around for a good 55 minutes, producing only moments of actual tension and grandiosity amongst many, many more of pointless and directionless stumbling. Listen to the storming, riff-crammed openings of “The Orpheus Taboo” or the title track and you will be incredibly disappointed as they sink into asininely restrained prog jerking that just doesn’t end up interesting at all.

Every song is like that really; lots of masturbatory pianos and ornate guitar work with very little substance or direction. “To Crown Them With Halos” is trying, and it’s definitely really elaborate and structured, but I can’t help but think it just doesn’t reach its point fast enough, if it even has one. “Necropolis” is long and overly mellow and like a less good version of “Emalaith” from the second Marriage album. Except, you know, on THAT album they didn’t have like 5 other songs trying to be “Emalaith,” too, so it was better, more surprising and more poignant. This is just overkill. By the time the slothful “Eternal Regret” rolls around this album is just completely tiresome, with very little to keep the listener hooked.

DeFeis’ vocals on here are overly adorned with pointless crooning and ridiculous castrati wailing contrasting his gurgling-broken-glass ‘harsh’ voice in a way that seems to be dodging the implication that maybe, just maybe, his regular voice isn’t cutting it anymore. The whole album is like a plastic Christmas tree. It’s flashy and it looks nice on paper but why bother with it when you could get the real, organic thing? That is, go listen to The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, Invictus or The House of Atreus instead. The Black Light Bacchanalia is simply too much music with too little real, actual meaning behind it – and no, I’m not counting the arbitrary, pompous lyrical storyline behind this whole thing…

I really don’t mean to be so venomous towards this, but really, Virgin Steele are one of my favorite bands and this album is incredibly annoying, especially when you get a section or two that really makes you think ‘Ooh, maybe I was wrong! Maybe this IS getting better!’ Newsflash: It’s not.

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