or else “Ancient Dreams” by Candlemass

Notes are not just the basic ingredients of a good music song, but an appropriate side dish to a good dinner.

If the result of the dinner is able to satisfy the hunger only or even other expectations, then we are talking about the right outcome of a trophic-musical combination.

As fans of metal, our romantic expectations are low, so the thing here is not finding love.

Besides, Candlemass‘s third album, “Ancient Dreams,” does not exude a lot of romance, just as a shank on the roaster does not leave much room for coitus, except that with a pillow.

After our mother and the butcher have persuaded us that we have “run dry”, we take 3 shanks and marinate them.

The marinade, like the cover of “Ancient Dreams” crafted by Thomas Cole, includes many colors and spices.

In a bowl, add a little olive oil, honey (half a teaspoon), balsamic vinegar more or less, two mashed cloves of garlic, salt, turmeric, curry powder, smoked paprika, and grated cilantro.

Leave it for 2-12 hours in the fridge, while we search for Candlemass vinyl.

Mirror mirror

The magnificent “Mirror mirror” already sounds in your ears, a glance at the mirror, also picking up the blouse to rub your magnificent belly, thinking maybe you might even get to Messiah Marcolin.

Who gives another air to a seemingly simple track, transforming it at the same time into an anthem that will haunt two generations of doom metal worshipers.

A cry from the crypt

With the first notes of “A cry from the crypt“, we preheat the oven at 180 degrees, following the tempo of a rhythmic song.

At the same time, we put the grill in the roaster and put water to the point where it does not cover the grill.

While attempting to imitate Messiah’s unique vocals without wrecking, just by opening his mouth.

With one hand raised as if holding an apple, with the other hand we take the marinated shanks out of the fridge and place them on a roaster.

Put the roaster in the hot well-covered oven and make “air guitar” along with the fantastic solo of the song.

Darkness in Paradise

“Darkness in Paradise” enters the speakers, while you start to clean two quinces.

Catching refrain does not prevent you from swearing… as the quince resists on being cleaned and probably, before the solo, you have already been cut and you try to catch the notes of the guitar.

Sweat has washed you, like the drummer, giving his turn to the track.

Incarnation of Evil

In the “Incarnation of Evil” you understand how naughty the quinces are, as well as the pits, and the cleaning of the inside makes you envoke the lord of flies.

In the classic paths of the doom, and while the song stands out with the vocals of the coarse groove, at the same time you cut to 4 or 8 each quince, swearing its hardness.

Bearer of Pain

“Bearer of Pain” finds you to clean 3-4 medium potatoes and cut them into not too large pieces.

As you sing the chorus, which easily stays in your ears, it sounds like a voice “Did you cut yourself again ??? !!”.

You realize how difficult it is to reach Messiah’s vocals and afro-look. The solo, reminiscent of another Swede, is distinctive.

With a fantastic fade-out of the song, you understand that you cut and the wound hurts like hell.

As you squeeze a lemon in a bowl, with some olive oil, mustard, and oregano, add the cut potatoes to this mixture and stir well and salt them.

Ancient Dreams

As soon as you change the side of the album, with the first notes of the homonymous “Ancient Dreams“, you open the oven and check the water if you need more to supplement it.

You understand from the first “puff” that something huge and tasty is being cooked, reminding you of an ancient feast. The same goes for the song that sounds.

Another masterpiece, which is certainly responsible for the creation of many large bands.

You take in the quinces, admiring the vocals of the singer, who, without pursuing you, puts you in some fantastic world of fairy tales.

The Bells of Acheron

As you put the roaster in the oven, “The Bells of Acheron” hits your meninx, like the smell of your pork hits your nostrils. In the fastest part of the album with the riff to get your minds, mix the potatoes again in their mixture.

And as the “Epistle No. 81” enters, of the Swedish poet and musician Carl Michael Bellman and Leif Edling making the musical adaptation.

Open again the oven, and if the meat peels out of the bone, pour the potatoes into the oven and put the roaster in the oven again.

The song, although written in the 18th century, sounds like a classic ’80s doom.