Pagan Altar |Lords Of Hypocrisy |Dying Victims Productions (Reissue)
Release Date: January 23rd, 2026
Format: CD/Double Vinyl LP
Genre: Heavy/Doom Metal
Country: United Kingdom
Pagan
Altar came out of
London in the mid seventies, working far from trends and fashion. They wrote
songs in an era where heavy metal still smelled of candle smoke and damp
rehearsal rooms. Terry Jones sang these tales
until his passing in 2015, leaving behind a voice carved by time and obsession.
Alongside Alan Jones, Trevor
Portch and Mark Elliot, the band shaped a
private world of doom that stayed underground for decades. That isolation
helped define their identity and kept the sound raw, personal and stubbornly
human.
“Lords Of Hypocrisy” gathers
material written between 1976 and 1983, and it shows a band already locked into
its own language. The album circles around cruelty, corruption and the slow rot
of mankind. These themes sink deep and stay there. The songs crawl forward with
a heavy stride, soaked in old heavy metal spirit and early doom shadows. This
is not polite music. It drags dirt under its nails and stares back without
blinking.
Terry Jones delivers
the words with a haunted edge that no studio trick could fake. His voice sounds
lived in, strained and honest, perfect for these bleak stories. The guitars
favor thick riffs and eerie melodies that linger long after the record stops
spinning. The rhythm section keeps things grounded, steady and physical, giving
the songs a solid frame without dressing them up.
The reissue by Dying Victims Productions does the right thing by
keeping this album available in strong physical form. The music itself still
cuts deep, especially for listeners drawn to early doom and traditional heavy
metal roots. There is age here, and that age adds character rather than dust.
The album stands as a reminder of how heavy metal once spoke about darkness in
a very human way. “Lords Of Hypocrisy” earns its place
through atmosphere, strong songwriting and a voice that sounds torn from
another time. It is heavy, grim and stubbornly honest. No flash, no shine, just
doom metal carved from old stone.
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