Blood Ceremony - The Borderline, London

I step off the streets of Soho and land straight back into 1971. The red velvet curtains of The Borderline only enhance the sense of dignified depravity and theatrical masquerade. Opening the show are Swedes Spiders, a band that are perfect support fodder: you can turn up at any point and be certain you haven't really missed anything. They chug along the well-worn path of groovy and doom-laden rock, never faltering or wavering from the old formula for 40 minutes straight.

Blood Ceremony both look and sound every inch the part. Combining Sabbath-esque riffs and old fashioned English folk whilst Alia O'Brien charms us with tales of magic and murder, there is little doubt we are in some quaint horror flick from nineteen-seventy-something. The influences are obvious, and yet they manage to twist it all into something just a little different, and it is enough to restore my faith in this whole sub-genre again.

There is darkness, menace and evil abundant in every song tonight, but there is also energy and melody, a sense of unadulterated joyfulness that is so infectious. This is exemplified no more so that in the encore, as 'Master Of Confusion' segues into 'Daughter Of The Sun' (though I do wish we had all of the latter), a brilliantly heavy, catchy and ingenious finale to a night that proves why Blood Ceremony are the undisputed leaders of this revivalist scene.

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