As anyone who was at Fields Of The Nephilim's triumphant live return at the Astoria last May can attest, nights don't get more electric than this. It's the day before New Year's Eve, and Helldone Festival - the annual brainchild of HIM frontman Ville Valo - is rammed to the gills with devotees from across the globe. Still, it's hard to say whether the crowd tonight are really just subject to His Infernal Majesty, or whether their loyalties are with the Nephilim who - just moments away from taking the stage - have already supercharged the venue with feverish anticipation. So when erstwhile Prodigy guitarist Gizz Butt takes the stage with his fellow instrumentalists to kick off an ethereal groove, the crush toward the stage is easily predicted. And when mastermind Nephs frontman Carl McCoy steps out, bathed in light with the brim of his Victorian caochman's hat shadowing his chiselled features, the set - starting with the low-frequency riffs of 'Shroud' - becomes a sermon, Carl a messianic preacher tending to his long-neglected flock. Classics like 'Xiberia', 'Moon Child' and 'Last Exit' are a spiritual experience, and waft by in an epic medley of pounding sounds draped in gothic mysticism thattrumpet Fields Of The Nephilim's universal influence on everyong from Type O Negative to Paradise Lost to, inevitiably, HIM ... etc, etc...