An Amplified to Rock outtake as well as a new tune called “Clan MacGregor and the Drunk Boys,” both of which prove just how far a dark melody can take you.
Much in the vein of Douglas Coupland’s collection of slacker stories, the point is to examine the life of the subject, and how he reacts to the day-to-day.
Reverb-drenched guitar swirl, the pounding beats of bleeding wrist ballerinas, the pretentious ultra-smooth Goth croon, and lyrics Robert Smith’d think oblique.
All the shredding half-steps and snarling vocals of, say, Kreator’s heyday, and crushing production that’ll leave you breathless as a hamster on a wheel.
King Fowley found a way to deliver horror stories without lapsing into comic book Rob Zombie-isms. There’s a trace of camp, but he smothers it in hot asphalt.