The Nephilim

Having built a considerable and passionate fanbase, the Nephilim approached their second album with confidence and a clutch of stunning new songs. The resulting, semi-self-titled release blows away the first by a mile (the art design alone, depicting an ancient, worn book with strange symbols, is a winner), being an elegantly produced and played monster of dark, powerful rock. Even if McCoy’s cries and husked whispers don’t appeal to all, once the listener gets past that to the music, the band simply goes off, incorporating their various influences — especially a good dollop of pre-Dark Side of the Moon Pink Floyd (think songs like “One of These Days”) — to create a massive blast of a record. Buchanan again produces with a careful ear for maximum impact, whether it be the roaring rage of “Chord of Souls” or the minimal guitar and slight keyboard wash of “Celebrate”; McCoy’s vocal on the latter is especially fine as a careful, calm brood that matches the music.