Spacy liquid pop with enough rough edges and hooks for your ear to get a toehold, textured and ambient but with enough complexity to keep your attention.
Suicide “Frankie Teardrop”: As bleak as a Hubert Selby novel and kilos more visceral, this nerve-knotting meisterwerk is one of the scariest songs of all time.
Pensive and esoteric lyrics coalesce with blaring guitars. The music is melodic, haunting, and heavy, but it tends to get redundant after the first few songs.
Scramblehead has taken Manson’s tunes and processed them through an angrier society, transforming his utopian, naive words into the voice of a new revolution.
The fat child stuck her tongue out at Henry. The father made a waving, dismissive motion with his hand. Henry stacked the plates and carried them to the kitchen.