As the world plunges into chaos, in this: the final days of the wretched human race, there is only one antidote to the misery... The ELECTRIC WIZARD. Born in Dorset, England in 1993, in a quiet country town, ELECTRIC WIZARD were initially the product of frustration, unemployment and excessive drug abuse. But through hallucinogenic experimentation and occult sciences they realised their true potential; eventually becoming a multi-tentacled paean to dark and weird subjects. Over 5 albums ELECTRIC WIZARD have celebrated the outré low brow art of Weird Tales, 70's horror & B-movies, head shop art, H.P. Lovecraft and Robert. E. Howard, and this, coupled with a morbid fascination in cults, witchcraft, freemasonry, biker culture, Nazi mysticism and ancient occult sciences, and how these dark arts can be applied to music, has created a one way ticket away from this dead planet which has been embraced the world over by their ever growing horde of fanatical followers. Even though early members of the group have fallen to the wayside, driven insane by the pressure of their ungodly creed, the twisted soul of the band has survived. And following a shaky rebirth with 2004’s ‘We Live’ album the vision has solidified and Electric Wizard unleash their sixth album Witchcult Today. Recorded entirely on vintage pre 1970’s studio equipment at East London’s legendary Toerag Studios, with visionary producer Liam Watson (White Stripes, The Datsuns and many more), Witchcult Today brings the oblivion and ecstasy of crushing doom and high grade marijuana, a sonic aural trip far, far away from this world: where only cyclopean walls of crackling vintage valve amplifiers set to the full overdrive and primal ritualistic beats can wash away all the filth and drudgery of everyday life. In the Unholy Church of The Wizard, Camden Market Pentagrams do not warrant admission, this is the real deal. Not since the crypt dwelling occult orchestrations of 70s Italian masters Jacula & Antonious Rex has Doom Rock possessed such an eerie, soul possessing quality. Listening to Black Magic Rituals & Perversions is as akin to literal experience as it gets. Imagine been caught in the sub plot of an early Lucio Fulci 70’s Satanic Psych Giallo; puzzled, mesmerized, scared but ultimately Intrigued. The Glam Rock tinged Slo-Mo Rhino Charge of Torquemada ’71, captures the Wizard at their catchy best. Hypnotic feedback driven riffs echo the torment of Inquisition centuries past. Count Drugula tells the remarkable tale of a count who sucked the blood of a 60s girl tripping on LSD, returning to infect everyone with his druglust. Highlight of the album has to be Saturnine, a drug fuelled journey through space and time, which leaves you in no doubt whatsoever just how monumental the new Electric Wizard album actually is. From the highest depths of Nadir the Dark Gods return once more to reclaim their honorary position on the Dopethrone. ELECTRIC WIZARD; toll the bell of hell, their sound a crushing behemoth of funeral march psychedelia; Violent. Bleak. Ritualistic. ELECTRIC WIZARD only bow to the black altar of the RIFF.