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Rating: The final yet underrated effort from the fundamental Heavy/Epic Metal band known as Cirith Ungol, "Paradise Lost" was released in 1991 under Restless Records. This label, aside from hindering the album's production in every way—compromising mixing and recording quality and neglecting the band itself—later refused to reissue it. Given that the '91 release had a limited print run, this made every copy of Cirith Ungol's last work a rare and prized collector's item. The absence of Jerry Fogle's mephistophelian guitar is also notably felt, replaced by a certain Jim Barraza, as well as the historic bassist Michael Flint, replaced by Vernon Green: due to this, the lead guitar on the album does not match the illustrious predecessors of the Californian quintet, and the bass is professional but lacks character.
Cirith Ungol make one last, futile attempt to achieve the much-deserved fame from their decades-long career; stylistically, and despite the difficulties, "Paradise Lost" represents the most Epic, most engaged, most pathos-laden point of their discography. One could say it is a worthy epitaph to a genre that, in its classic form, was in those years heading towards its demise, buried by Grunge and alternative music along with many others. Unfortunately, the album was released to general indifference and was only rediscovered recently. The opener is the compelling anthem "Join The Legion," a classic epic ride passionately performed by Tim Baker, whose voice is shrill and energetic as always. The second track is the dark and paced "The Troll," with its powerful riff and an atmosphere reminiscent of the "Frost and Fire" works in many ways. This is followed by a magnificently executed cover of Arthur Brown's "Fire," a nice tribute to the unique yet little-known English psychedelic singer. Worthy, to say the least. "Heaven Help Us" revisits the theme of the epic ride, which, thanks to the great prowess of the group, manages not to bore; enriched by experimentation, as Baker sings cleanly (!), temporarily abandoning his inimitable hoarse and shrill tone, gifting the listener with a pleasant surprise. Two filler songs, "Before The Lash" and "Go It Alone," follow; the latter remains, albeit less demanding, an interesting point of listening as it is completely different from all the others, with a melodic imprint that borders on '80s commercial Hard Rock.
From track no.7 onwards, the CD's crown jewel comes to light, shining with all its sulfurous splendor: three songs, one might say three acts, all linked together and inspired by the poem (an epic poem, naturally!) by J. Milton that gives the album its name. "Chaos Rising" is indisputably a masterpiece of epic metal, with an engaging expressiveness: among guitar gallops, arpeggios, and crescendos of power and atmosphere, Cirith Ungol take us on an 8.42-minute journey through the gates of musical mysticism. Following is the equally epic "Fallen Idols," which worthily succeeds the previous song without allowing the just-created atmosphere to dissipate. Definitely more straightforward and slower-paced. The title-track "Paradise Lost," one of the band's best pieces, closes the epic parenthesis. Although praised far and wide by admirers, it personally seems less indispensable than the first act. Nonetheless, it is a marvelous song, characterized by a crescendo of U.S.A.-styled epicness that seems to catapult within the poem's verses themselves.
In conclusion, an album worthy of its predecessors, capable of leaving us with the memory of a band that will never again take the stage, a band that never sold out, threw in the towel, and that deserved fame and recognition a thousand times more than many other Epic acts. Only the death of Jerry Fogle prevented the reunion and halted them. I close the review with a proposal: try reading Milton while these tracks play on your stereo, and pay attention to what you feel.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
05 Before the Lash (04:40)
In Hell s corrupt and sunken halls the rising shall begin,
The bane of man immortal - the parade of broken dead.
With greed our worldly master, so now pain will be our guide,
As the fallen ones await us all to welter by their side.
Iron dreams of human jackals and our final fate is cast -
To slave in endless fire as you cringe before the lash.
Blinded by the darkness, as you pray for his return.
But in your soul you fear he s just another one who'll burn.
With greed our worldly master, now pain will be our guide,
As the fallen ones await us all to welter by their side.
Iron dreams of human jackals - our final fate is cast,
To slave in endless fire, as you cringe before the lash.
Does evil lie in waiting to extract his heavy toll.
Will bowing to the pulpit bring the cloven to their goal,
But if he s the work of mankind, and the beast our morbid dream,
This dying planet is our heaven, and our hell remains the same.
07 Chaos Rising (08:42)
The Doomed One's fallen armies sound the tolling of the bell
while Sin and Death stand silent guard outside the gates of Hell
he slowly spreads his leather wings and soars above the land
he strokes his pointed beard and casts an evil eye toward Man
Chaos rising
chaos rising
Unchains the dogs of chaos to complete his evil chore
to make the cringing herd of Man his thralls by right of war
they gorge on fatal fruit, taste of dust and bitter ash
while fire burns in Heaven and immortal forces clash
Chaos rising
chaos rising
The smell of burning brimstone, lightning flung from golden hands
to rule without a master is the only dream of Man
as they swap our souls among them and prepare the final feast
begin the war eternal, cast aside both God and Beast
Chaos rising
chaos rising
Moving toward the evil song that fate will sadly sing
how the pride of Man has fallen, crowning lust their only king
Heaven screams in anguish and the world cries out in pain
unleash the final terror, Man begins his now doomed reign
Chaos rising
chaos rising
Chaos rising
chaos rising
chaos rising
chaos rising
08 Fallen Idols (06:45)
Moving toward the evil song that fate will sadly sing.
How the pride of man has fallen, crowning lust their only king
Heaven screams in anguish and the world cries out in pain.
Unleash the final terror- man begins his now doomed reign.
False prophets spread their cursed rule across the poisoned land,
Why must we always choose to put our fate in reckless hands?
Fingers poised on Armageddon, dare they make the fatal move,
And send this dying planet hurling headlong to the tomb.
Broken leaders mark the twisted path that mankind chose.
Final judgement is upon us, vengeance rains its fearful blows.
So we hurl our prayers toward heaven, surely they will heed the call -
But soulless skies just echo with the screams of mankind s fall.
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