Diabolique

Butterflies (Necropolis)
by Scott Hefflon

Ah, the sweet sounds of reverb-drenched guitar swirl, the pounding beats of bleeding wrist ballerinas, the pretentious ultra-smooth Goth croon, and lyrics Robert Smith’d think oblique… As a quick six-song EP, Butterflies opens with a Cult/Cure rocker, then slides into oddly-candyish pop structure with Gothy additives. Moments of dark wonder and revelation, but too many dips into syrup-sweet “Summer of Her Heart”-isms. Fields of the Nefilim did it better, so did Pink Floyd, and countless metal-gone-Goth fags are lining up to wax “philosophic.” Give me Drain STH or Tiamat any day.
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