It's fitting that 666 recounts the book of revelations: Aphrodite's Child is more religion than band, aiming for nothing less than the elevation of humanity, utterly committed to its own convictions, off and running on a grandiose, mad musical crusade, defying song structure, length, tone, and all other yardsticks of good taste, taking proggy rock excess back to basics and up to the heavens all at once.
Along the way there are some legitimately beautiful passages, some catchy riffs, some engaging experiments, all aswim in some truly pretentious scope that vastly outreaches its grasp. The result is a difficult, occasionally boring, but mostly rewarding listen. If you're the type who can tolerate some self-important, somber spoken word, some aimless dronescapes, and monumental conviction to an artsy vision, this is a Babeling pile of tower worth a topple from 3.5/5
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