A posh metal masterpiece of spiritual mayhem
A definite ggggggggggggggem of 2009 comes from hidden England and it's incomparable sky pilot of re-reborn christians everywhere: David Tibet. "Aleph At Hallucinatory Mountain" is yet another, slightly askew but none the less divine discourse of what I would consider the "answer" to the age old questions which have plagued frustrated Vicars and beleaguered holy men down the ages: "Where are the true believers?", "How do we get more kids to go to sunday school?", "How do we induce logical, perfectly healthy adults to cleave to their Gods in a way that doesn't make them come off like complete nincompoops whom you feel compelled to, at all costs, not make eye contact with?" and the answer is a storyteller, a saintly bard with enough esoteric knowledge to set Thomas Bullfinch on a head scratching bender, a bard grounded in boundless faith with both feet planted firmly in the cringeworthy soil of the human condition.