The oblivion and ecstasy of crushing doom and high grade marijuana, a sonic aural trip far, far away from this world, where only cyclopean walls of crackling vintage tube amps in full overdrive and primal ritualistic beats can wash away all the filth and drudgery of everyday life. Their music can be described as Doom Metal. Their sound is a crushing behemoth of funeral march psychedelia. Violent, bleak and ritualistic.
Born in Dorset, England in 1993, in a quiet country town, initially they were the product of frustration, unemployment and excessive drug abuse. But through hallucinogenic experimentation and occult sciences they realized their true potential. A celebration of outre low brow art like Weird Tales, 70's horror and B-movies, head shop art, drug comix, italian pornohorror comics, Crepax, Lovecraft, Howard etc. etc...coupled with a morbid fascination in cults, witchcraft, freemasonry, biker culture, mysticism and ancient occult sciences and how these dark arts can be applied to music.
Their history actually starts in 1988 when Justin Oborn created a doom-influenced death metal band called Lord of Putrefaction. The above mentioned band released only several demos but it showed the unique talent of Justin Oborn in the art of creating heavy slow riffs. In 1992 Lord of Putrefaction disbanded and Justin Oborn started another band called Thy Grief Eternal which moved more towards the doom metal genre though still it had significant death metal influence.The music was more refined and mature. Then in 1993 Thy Grief Eternal was disbanded and the band Eternal was crated. This band played pure stoner doom though the quality can't even come close to the next and the last band in this history, Electric Wizard. Mark Greening left Ramesses to re-join the band in late 2012.
Discography so far:
1995 - Electric Wizard
1996 - Split EP with Our Haunted Kingdom
1997 - Come My Fanatics...
1997 - Chrono.Naut Split EP with Orange Goblin
1998 - Supercoven EP
1999 - Come My Fanatics.../Electric Wizard Re-release/previously unreleased mix
2000 - Supercoven EP Re-release with extra tracks
2000 - Dopethrone
2002 - Let Us Prey
2004 - Dopethrone Re-release with bonus track
2004 - We Live
2007 - Witchcult Today
2008 - Split 12" with Reverend Bizarre
2008 - The Processean EP
2010 - Black Masses
2013 - Legalise Drugs & Murder EP
2014 - Time to Die
2017 - Wizard Bloody Wizard
2021 - L.S.D. Single
Line-up:
Jus Oborn - Vocals, Guitar
Haz Wheaton - Bass
Liz Buckingham - Guitar
Simon Poole - Drums
Former Members:
Rob Al-Issa - Bass
Justin Greaves - Drums
Tim Bagshaw - Bass
Tas Danazoglou - Bass
Glenn Charman - Bass
Shaun Rutter - Drums
Mark Greening - Drums
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Dopethrone
Electric Wizard Lyrics
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Doomantra from beneath the sea
Green throne, raised to the black sun
Doom child, wake to planet song
Rise, black amps tear the sky
Feedback will free your mind and set you free
Rise, black amps tear the sky
Dopethrone, in this land of sorcery
Dopethrone, vision through T.H.C.
Dopethrone, feedback will free
Dopethrone, three wizards crowned with weed, yeah
Black monolith charged with unlight
Sacrifice to forever midnight
Towers, titan sonic wave
Sorcery, necromantic slaves
Rise, black amps tear the sky
Feedback will free your mind and set you free
Rise, black amps tear the sky
Riff hewn altar wreathed in smoke and weed, yeah
Dopethrone, in this land of sorcery
Dopethrone, vision through T.H.C., yeah
Dopethrone, feedback will free, yeah
Dopethrone, three wizards crowned with weed, yeah
In this land of sorcery
Vision through T.H.C.
Holy feedback, it will free
Three wizards crowned with weed
Rise
Rise
Rise
Rise
Rise
Rise
Rise
Rise
Smoke
Dopethrone
Dopethrone
Dopethrone
Dopethrone
The lyrics of Electric Wizard's "Dopethrone" paint a vivid picture of a dark, hallucinatory world ruled by sorcery and controlled substances. The opening lines introduce "Dope priest prophecy" and a "Doomantra from beneath the sea," suggesting a religious or spiritual element to this world. The "Green throne, raised to the black sun" could represent the power and influence of drugs, while the "Doom child, wake to planet song" implies a connection between altered states of consciousness and cosmic forces.
The chorus repeats the phrase "Rise, black amps tear the sky" as a call to action or transformation. The power of noise and feedback is celebrated as a means of freeing the mind and escaping the constraints of reality. The "riff hewn altar wreathed in smoke and weed" evokes an image of a ritual space where the magic of music and marijuana converge.
The song's title, "Dopethrone," is repeated throughout the lyrics, emphasizing the central role of drugs in this imaginary world. As the song progresses, the imagery becomes more menacing, with references to sacrificial altars and necromantic slaves. The final lines of the song are a series of repetitive, monolithic commands to "Rise," followed by a final exhalation of "Smoke."
Line by Line Meaning
Dope priest prophecy
A prophecy made by a priest who is high on drugs
Doomantra from beneath the sea
A mantra of doom that rises from the depths of the sea
Green throne, raised to the black sun
A throne made of marijuana that is dedicated to the black sun
Doom child, wake to planet song
A child of doom who is awakened by the song of the planet
Rise, black amps tear the sky
Loud music coming from black amplifiers that sound so powerful it tears the sky
Feedback will free your mind and set you free
The sound of feedback will liberate your mind and spirit
Riff hewn altar wreathed in smoke and weed
An altar made of stone where music riffs are played and it's covered in smoke and marijuana
Dopethrone, in this land of sorcery
A powerful drug that rules over a land of sorcery
Dopethrone, vision through T.H.C.
The ability to see things through the drug T.H.C.
Dopethrone, feedback will free
The drug will free the mind and the sound of feedback will enhance it further
Dopethrone, three wizards crowned with weed, yeah
Three powerful people who are crowned with marijuana and are the leaders of the dopethrone
Black monolith charged with unlight
A dark and ominous structure that emanates a powerful energy
Sacrifice to forever midnight
A ritual sacrifice performed to honor the eternal darkness of midnight
Towers, titan sonic wave
Massive structures that produce a colossal, sonic energy
Sorcery, necromantic slaves
The use of magic to control and enslave the dead
In this land of sorcery
A place where magic and sorcery are the norm
Vision through T.H.C.
The ability to see things differently through the use of the drug T.H.C.
Holy feedback, it will free
The spiritual experience of feedback that liberates the mind
Three wizards crowned with weed
Three powerful people who are leaders of the dopethrone and are crowned with marijuana
Rise
An urge to rise higher and transcend reality
Smoke
The smoke that rises from the marijuana used in the dopethrone ritual
Dopethrone
The central focus of the song, a powerful drug that controls and rules over a land of sorcery
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Written by: Tim Bagshaw, Mark Anthony Greening, Justin Oborn
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Lyrics of all the songs of the album:
Vinum Sabbathi
Extracted essence of the stone
Narcotic of the faceless ones
I awake on planet black
Freezing moon, no turning back
Forbidden sorcery
Vinum Sabbathi
Now I'm a slave to the black drug
Forced to serve this black god
I thought myself a master of the arts
This dimension of misery is my penance
Forbidden sorcery
Vinum Sabbathi
Forbidden sorcery
Vinum Sabbathi
Forbidden sorcery
Vinum Sabbathi
Forbidden sorcery
Vinum Sabbathi
Forbidden sorcery
Vinum Sabbathi
Forbidden sorcery
Vinum Sabbathi
Forbidden sorcery
Vinum Sabbathi
Funeralopolis
Funeral planet, dead black asteroid
Mausoleum, this world is a tomb
Human zombies, staring blank faces
No reason to live, dead in the womb
Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance
Condemned to die before I could breathe
Millions are screaming, the dead are still living
This Earth has died yet no one has seen
Funeralopolis
I don't care, this world means nothing
Life has no meaning, my feelings are numb
Faceless masses filed like gravestones
Sacrificed for the glory of one
Funerary cities, flesh press factories
Corporate maggots feed on the carrion
Funeralopolis, grey morgue apocalypse
Black clouds form to block out the sun
Funeral planet, dead black asteroid
Mausoleum, this world is a tomb
Human zombies, staring blank faces
No reason to live, dead in the womb
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance
Condemned to die before I could breathe
Millions are screaming, the dead are still living
This Earth has died yet no one has seen
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Funeralopolis
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Fuck
Weird Tales: I. Electric Frost - II. Golgotha - III. Altar of Melektaus
From ancient Yuggoth, black rays emit
Evils narcotic cyclopean pits
In dark babelian towers await
Lie dreaming until the time will awake
What man has seen unknown Kadath
Whose dreamy angles, confused and trapped
Beyond the frozen waste you will find
Hyperborean continent entombed from time
From ancient Yuggoth, black rays emit
Evils narcotic cyclopean pits
In dark babelian towers await
Lie dreaming until the time will awake, yeah
Black chant mirrors the song of the stars
Open the abyss dreamt from afar
Abominations drawn to our dimension
Feed black desires, aid human ascension
Black chanting grows
From caverns below
Echo through time
Reveal the sign
From ancient Yuggoth, black rays emit
Evils narcotic cyclopean pits, yeah
In dark babelian towers await
Lie dreaming until the time will awake, yeah
Barbarian
He left the northern hills to seek his fortune
A lone Barbarian with only death lust to guide
But he carved a kingdom of stone
King Conan, sitting on his bloody throne, no
His black mane sweeps across his face
Grim and silent with steely blue gaze
Like a panther ready to strike
His blade crashes down to end your life, no
Conan rules with an iron fist
Many people, they look up to him
Battle prowess, a true measure of a man
You think you're civilized but you will never understand
Master swordsman of Hyborian Age
His name is a legend to this very day
Even gods cower when his sword is unleashed
Nothing dare face him, neither man or beast, no
Cut a bloody swathe across his battlefield
Red mist rising, break your human shield
Slashed to pieces is to be your fate
Unleash berserker rage no-one shall escape, no
Conan rules with an iron fist
Many people, they look up to him
Battle prowess the true nature of a man
You think you're civilized but you will never understand
You think you're civilized but you will never understand
You think you're civilized but you will never understand
You think you're civilized but you will never understand
You think you're civilized but you will never understand
You think you're civilized but you will never understand
You think you're civilized but you will never understand
You will never understand
I, The Witchfinder
Am Albino, evil witchfinder
I'll cleanse her sins, for witchcraft I condemn her
My implements of torture are bloody red
Your confession to sorcery will leave you dead
Will leave you dead
Will leave you dead
I am Albino, evil witchfinder
I know she's guilty before I find her
I'll pierce her flesh to find his mark
Torture, my pleasure, true servant of the dark
True servant of the dark
I, the witchfinder
I, the witchfinder
I, the witchfinder
I, the witchfinder
I, the witchfinder
I, the witchfinder
I, the witchfinder
I, the witchfinder
I, the witchfinder
I, I, I, I...
The Hills Have Eyes
[Instrumental]
We Hate You
A seed of hate from the day I was born
My right to vengeance from me has been torn
Hopeless and drugged, my black emotions seethe
Loveless and cold, my hate begins to breed
Black nebula, seething in my brain
Then your fucking world brings me down again
So I'll take my father's gun and I'll walk down to the street
I'll have my vengeance now with everyone I meet, yeah
A seed of hate from the day I was born
My right to vengeance from me has been torn
Hopeless and drugged, my black emotions seethe
Loveless and cold, my hate begins to breed, yeah
We hate you
We hate you
We hate you
We hate you
We hate you
Dopethrone
Dope priest prophecy
Doomantra from beneath the sea
Green throne, raised to the black sun
Doom child, wake to planet song
Rise, black amps tear the sky
Feedback will free your mind and set you free
Rise, black amps tear the sky
Riff hewn altar wreathed in smoke and weed
Dopethrone, in this land of sorcery
Dopethrone, vision through T.H.C.
Dopethrone, feedback will free
Dopethrone, three wizards crowned with weed, yeah
Black monolith charged with unlight
Sacrifice to forever midnight
Towers, titan sonic wave
Sorcery, necromantic slaves
Rise, black amps tear the sky
Feedback will free your mind and set you free
Rise, black amps tear the sky
Riff hewn altar wreathed in smoke and weed, yeah
Dopethrone, in this land of sorcery
Dopethrone, vision through T.H.C., yeah
Dopethrone, feedback will free, yeah
Dopethrone, three wizards crowned with weed, yeah
In this land of sorcery
Vision through T.H.C.
Holy feedback, it will free
Three wizards crowned with weed
Rise
Rise
Rise
Rise
Rise
Rise
Rise
Rise
Smoke
mémdíler
This album is so fucking heavy I needed a truck to bring it home from the store
Ariadne Stav
Voiceuk
Fernando Penalva
Spot on.
Jon Davis
lmao
Ruben Oros
Fuck yea!
Mathias Waldmann
AnotherGuyOnYouTube Ha, great quote. I will steal it (only for private use). I know imagine you with an enormous beard floating out of your truck as you drive home from the record store through the desert.
Matt Wells
An old band of mine had a weekly practice space slot straight after these guys. The room would reek! We used to just get high off their leftover fumes.
SuperHell Sixsixsixsixsixsix
what year?
SuperHell Sixsixsixsixsixsix
@Matt Wells hahaha i see! still very cool though!
Casey Dopp
@Matt Wells greebo.. now that is a term i have not heard in a long time.