Goldfrapp were able to create a luscious universe without resorting to cheap 4/4 disco beats, but on Supernature, you’d be hard-pressed to find anything but.
From Detroit, where they don’t take kindly to emoting sissy rock, these boys pound like WASP, howl like Halford, and “Shotgun City” beats “Jamie’s Got a Gun.”
Part Missing Persons, part Iron Maiden, what’s not to love? Often doubled, deliciously sweet female vocals, over wildly cheesy keyboards and glam guitarwork.
I’ve held onto Bat Head Soup for the cover of “Mr. Crowley” which opens that CD as well as this one. Ripper Owens and Yngwie Malmsteen are both amazing.
Every trait of Greg Dulli’s has awoken from their substance-induced slumber, exploding and propelling themselves all over the songs, staying within good taste.
A quartet out of Chapel Hill, NC led by guitarist/vocalist Noah Smith and pianist/composer Ari Picker. The two have been collaborators since childhood.
Like Evanescence and Lacuna Coil, but heavier on the metal and lighter on the annoying guy vocals (rapping in Evanescence, constipated roar of Lacuna Coil).
The songs hover mostly mid-tempo, no Dimmu Borgirian racing, no “Gothic power ballads” so you can wave your lighter in the air, trying to set God on fire.