I never thought Greg Dulli would take his tortured dementia into indielectro, and I never would’ve guessed that it would be as moving as Blackberry Belle.
Beyond the energy, prepare for lyrical shots like “the teaming masses want watered-down candy-coated/I want the real deal/cocked and ready/fully loaded.”
James Mercer whines like a petulant puppy who’s rapidly approaching the un-cute stage, and you’re ready to give’m a smackdown. Then, song two is the goods.
Wolfmaster unearths the numerous atrocities and blunders by the Christian church, supported by a Skinny Puppy/Type O Negative industrial/Goth structure.
Way too many mediocre punk-rock/screamo songs, which would best be used as background music at one of those really hip parties that you’re not invited to.
If the new tracks on Blood are any indication, expect more of the same breakneck speed, violence, and Slayer-esque chromatic death from these Polish gods.
Live, is, well, live. It has been compiled from several years of performances. It sounds like a combination of King Crimson, Frank Zappa, and John Cage.