Dawnbearer

To quote the great Dana Scully, "There are hits, and there are misses...and then there are misses." This band is to paganism what Protestantism is to Christianity: a slick, cheap, watered-down version of something that has real power but they can only ape. They sing of blood, but none flows. They sing of dancing, but nothing moves. Once you've heard what pagan folk is capable of, this is nothing more than a silly pantomime. The atmosphere of this album is nothing more than the name of the band (cringe!!) and the cover art, which is as bland and as boring as the music. Oh, and their rendition of "Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes" might just be, in the context of this album, the worst thing ever made by a human.