This Glastonbury set tale of a millenium apocalypse has dated following it’s year 2000 setting, yet still offers a gorily fun interpretation of The Book of Revelations which will please fans of King, Barker, Herbert and Lumley.
There is a comfortable soap-opera quality to the slow-burn character-building of colourful locals and visitors. But in the final act, as chaos descends, the diversity of their living nightmares causes a loss of focus.
Some of the sexual-horror is just plain nasty and there is a missed opportunity to explore the dynamics of cult religions with more intelligent depth.
As an entry into the sub-genre of supernaturals versus psychic spies it makes a sufficiently fun but hardly a life-changing read.
Newman can do better.