The Living Abortions

(Blacklist)
by Jon Sarre

Like a posse of hipster nightstalkers or somethin’, the Living Abortions attempt the Hollywood-glamorized blood, guts, and pussy treatment. Y’know, they wanna be nasty serial killer types, but still get laid. It’s gotta be easier than it looks, cos I probably wouldn’t be goin’ out on a limb if I were to say that there sure ain’t a conceptual genius lurkin’ in this bunch. Still, they’ve got some mighty nice structure as far as the rhythm section is concerned; they go from sub-heavy metal riffage to a groove pretty flawlessly, and the wah-wah peddler blows noise out every which way, so it’s not so bad when the singer blathers drivel like “I wanna be your serial killer/feel so real.” Like I said before, no one should expect more than “Get on your knees and make a wish” and the nah nah na na na type sentiments found in “Bullet for Jane” from these purveyors of pop pulp perversion. Sometimes I wish I could perfect time travel to send hitmen back to, say, 1993 to “take care of” Marilyn Manson. Ever feel that way?