This came out in 2005 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
“I’m tired of heavy metal,” says The Devil, kicking off the weekly board meeting in Hell. “All that headbanging is soooo repetitive. Besides, we already own that turf. We need to expand into other genres. Ideas?”
A minion meekly pipes up: “Well, Your Evilness, we do have some willing recruits called The Impossible Shapes. They’re a psychedelic folk band from Indiana. Yes, Indiana. I know that doesn’t sound promising — but their fifth disc Horus might interest you. It’s got all the delicately plucked melodies, strummy guitars and swirly trippiness you’d expect, but the lyrics are about demon love, magick men and lighting candles to Pan. There’s even a song called The Beast. It’s all very subtly subversive. Plus the singer has a nasal yelp like The Violent Femmes, so he’s probably a geek ripe for the plucking. Here, take a listen.” The Devil considers. “Excellent,” he pronounces. “Sign these boys up to our standard Faustian pact. OK, moving on: Have we chosen J.Lo’s next movie yet?”
