Christian Death just isn’t the same without Rozz Williams or Gitane Demone. But Amen isn’t all bad. A double live CD with extremely good recording quality.
They call this terror tech, and it blends shock culture samples from Ice T, every Tarantino quote ever, and anything else with the word “motherfucker” in it.
A self-reviewing CD. On “Constant Persistence of Annoyance,” my feelings are echoed beautifully in the opening soundbite. “I’m impatient with stupidity.”
Furnace is sinister, menacing, and not afraid to grab your neck and hurl you through a window of perception in hopes that you’ll cut your line of sight.
Memories of a more Gothic Black Sabbath, with statuesque, not comic book, morbidity. Battery have heart, but the album lacks the twists to keep it interesting.
Few remember when Goth was dark and deadly, a fearsome music to be proud of. Noble, anthemic songs that communicate a brooding desire, a vague desperation.
An industrial band straight out of the late ’80s, a deviant of the Front 24/Skinny Puppy era before Wax Trax! bands learned to shut up and play their guitars.