A sombre flute, the clunking toll of a bell, a solemnly plucked acoustic guitar ⦠cue medieval clichés: misty moats, drawbridges, hooded monks, damsels in distress. But hold on, itâs not Led Zeppelin IV ⦠a shimmering drone, Mellotron, and suddenly all manner of spiralling antiquated synths and warped B-movie effects. Thus begins âYou Wonât Be The Same Ever Againâ, the opening trac... Read more
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