In the case of this particular release, we are presented with two bands that differ greatly in style. Windhand, like a woeful siren out of a nautical folk tale, fuse the density of doomy fuzz with the ethereal melancholy of vocalist Dorthia Cottrell's voice. Windhand are at once beautiful and deadly. "Old Evil" sounds like a warning to the listener, with its ominous atmosphere and dense riffage. "Three Sisters" is a perfect match for something like a Castle Dracula with its sheer scale and diabolism. However, despite its power, "Three Sisters" can feel over-long toward the end, as it doesn't move much from where it began by the end of its sizeable runtime.
Conversely, Satan's Satyrs are rowdy, belligerent and debaucherous. Kicking off following the towering hulk of "Three Sisters," Satan's Satyrs smack you in the face with "Alucard AD 2018," as they contradict the sorrow of Windhand with their high-strung energy and bluesy metal — more like Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats than Sleep.
"Succubus" follows suit, a rolling avalanche of edgy groove, and "Ain't That Lovin' You, Baby" is dirty, drunk blues worship, so far removed from the album's sombre beginnings.
When put side-by-side, Windhand and Satan's Satyrs feel like two siblings that complement each other with how dissimilar they are. Windhand are the wizened, thoughtful sister to Satan's Satyrs' younger, tempestuous brother who just wants to party and wreck house. (Relapse)