Dead Can Dance

Any doubt that pop medievalism equals pop exoticism and both are the worse for it is put to rest by trance-dance's answer to Enya, who cheapen ideas that heretofore were merely sh*te with tunes to uplift or gull the unenlightened masses. Since this will give said masses the wrong idea--something about anything you don't understand being mysterious so long as it's geographically or historically remote (hence not your own self-deluded life)--that just makes the music worse. (Grade: D)