Complete your Christian Mistress collection by copping this chugging instrumental coda to their swell Possession, an album we praised for its vintage metal choog with more muscular shredding. The band’s Satanic bubblegum vibe fits into the fringes of the new metal poptimism that we praised in yesterday’s Torche review, and this soaring little ditty rises like a sloppy, thrashy Phoenix from the ashes of seances past. Tack it on to your CD or MP3 copy (which you surely should have by now), as it makes an excelled two-minute exclamation point.
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