Frenzal Rhomb – The Cup Of Pestilence
It's the all-new Dark Ages! Of archaic snake oils and occult alchemy, turning horse drugs into fool's gold, and otherwise worldly townsfolk into the village idiot. But all is not lost, dear vassal, dear patron, for who is that doth march o'er the crest of yon hill, battle-scarred armor reflecting back the sun of a brand new day? It's Frenzal Rhomb's new album, The Cup Of Pestilence! Drink long and deep of its zest. Its lifegiving succor. It's mad riffs. I'll probably stop with the weird medieval stuff now. About the album:
