Recorded at the legendary Rockfield Studios with Tom Dalgety (Ghost, Opeth) at the helm, the band stripped away the lush, layered mysticism of This Heathen Land and went straight for the jugular. This album is live‑wire, analog‑raw, and Sabbath‑heavy, like they found a cursed reel‑to‑reel machine in a crypt and decided to track the whole thing before sunrise.
GREEN LUNG have always been students of folklore, but here they sound like the professors who finally snapped, tore up the syllabus, and started teaching occult history with a flamethrower.
TRACK‑BY‑TRACK: A Guided Tour Through the Necropolis
1. Open the Hellmouth
A ritualistic ignition sequence. Torches lit. Sigils drawn. The floor cracks. You’re in.
2. Dance to the Grave
A swaggering doom‑rock anthem built for stomping through fog‑soaked graveyards in platform boots. Hooks sharp enough to carve your initials into a tombstone.
3. Black Magick Radio
Imagine tuning your radio at 3AM and accidentally catching a broadcast from a haunted station run by druids. Mellotron ghosts. Ritual chants. Riffs that smell like damp stone.
4. Necropolitan Line
A cursed subway ride through London’s occult history. Every stop is a different supernatural disaster. Fast, punchy, and dripping with swagger.
5. Evil in This House
The single, and the one that proves GREEN LUNG are the reigning monarchs of British occult metal. A riff the size of a cathedral and a synth solo that feels like ectoplasm leaking out of your speakers.
6. Together in Death
A doomed lovers’ anthem soaked in gothic romance and crushing groove. The kind of song that makes you want to hold hands in a cemetery.
7. Ozymandias
A colossal, sand‑blasted epic. Empires crumble. Statues fall. GREEN LUNG sound like they’re conducting the collapse with a conductor’s wand made of bone.
8. Alostrael (Be My Babalon)
Occult seduction meets psychedelic grandeur. Riley Pinkerton’s narration adds a ritualistic edge that feels like a spell being cast directly at you.
9. To the Gallows Born
A grim, galloping finale — part doom march, part folk‑horror fever dream. The perfect closing curse.
THE VERDICT
Necropolitan is GREEN LUNG at full power, fully ascended, fully possessed, and fully committed to dragging British occult metal back into the spotlight with a flaming torch and a stack of cursed hymnals.
It’s raw. It’s ritualistic. It’s triumphant. It’s the kind of album that makes you want to buy a cloak, join a secret society, and start worshipping riffs as ancient deities.
GREEN LUNG aren’t just carrying the torch — they’re swinging it like a weapon.
Tom K. Templar: Vocals
Scott Black: Guitars
Joseph Ghast: Bass
J. G. Wright: Keys
Matt Wiseman: Drums