For doom stoners, these dudes sure have memorable choruses. Catchiest is in "Mercy's Bane" (which concerns goddess-defiling, priest-flaying and Moloch), but there are more where that came from. Blunt nasal vocals and a filthy-tentacled guitar tone, too. Their second album gets longwinded -- for parts of the 15-minute closer "Into the Dawn," the rocking is the kind a straitjacketed inmate might do in his chair. But they're pros at balancing battle-metal pillages and UFO-rock vortexes with (á la their Massachusetts state-mates Elder) hippie-jazz explorations: "Tanelorn" is downright pastoral.