With a consistent sonority that seems to analyze the foregoing evolutionary principles of its majestic rhetoric of universal paradigms, the enigmatic astuteness of Witches Moon’s music is an attestation of ambivalent harmonious cadences: with the softness of a pure, yet overstated serenity, there is a hidden, subtlety evasive layout of anxiety, that is eager to maximize and extend the amplitude of its vastness over the entire ordination of an ambiguous panorama of dense and intricate elements of logic and rationality.
With a superior conscience that seems to know precisely the place of its magnificent art, despite the fact that Azazel Bedazzle is a very simple album, it’s deeply graceful and overwhelming beauty transcends the splendor of its own subjective sonorous vastness. In an alternate reality where everything is a possibility that comprehends the lucid projections of the mind, as well as the sensitive imponderability of centennial thoughts, Witches Moon gives us an eccentric, preciously exotic musical flavor, whose everlasting calmness keeps perpetually waiting for the imperial alignment of a monumental eclipse inside the idyllic mortuary of an infinite soul.
Simple, pleasurable, beautiful – amazingly marvelous, to say the least – Azazel Bedazzle is a very captivating and salutary work of art, whose intense, deep, reverberating and expansive atmospheres can transform and expose imaginary places, and make them as real as life. At least, inside your mind, as long as the album is playing.