The pride of Wichita, Kans., just keeps rolling along, building their 16th or so temple of galloping power-prog in a third of a century, though who knows if anybody besides Mark Shelton himself has heard them all? Mysterium opens with the piercing kind of low-budget opera-metal crunchola they specialize in, dips into minor-key murk and waddling doom, and adds a couple regal Stonehenge ballads for variety. Then finally, some water-gonging Yoda-rock wisdom and an 11-minute title cut lushly crossing the sea of dreams. "Carry my torch 'til my life turns to dust," Shelton pledges -- and he will.