Marilyn Manson "One Assassination Under God - Chapter 1" (2024)

 Moving on from the catchy Post-Punk period vibes We Are Chaos reveled in, the band trade in those flickers of color for dreary tones steeped in indulgent misery. Bleak, downtrodden and typically anthemic, Assassination hails back to the spirit of Antichrist Superstar with the metallic inclinations of Holy Wood. Manson's lyrics flow potent and cutting. Renewed with a biting anger, his disenfranchised cries come wrapped in religious overtones and social commentaries. Spinning disillusionment into reverence once again, the nostalgic familiarity hailing back to their creative peak sounds fresh. A few tracks further in, words turn inwards, reflecting on addiction and escapism, a new avenue heard since fragilities expressed on The Pale Emperor.

Throughout Assassination, in some of his words linger a sense of martyrdom, spinning controversies of recent years to paint himself the victim. The tensions amass with Raise The Red Flag. Antagonistic lines make a climatic declaration to "wash the bullseye off my back". Through the lens of artistic expression, its a marvelous twist of the arm, however when reality and legal proceedings are a long muddy affair of accusations and defamation, its hardly a black and white case you can rally behind.

Lastly, the instrumentals are well crafted, a consistent aesthetic that serves this album experience well. Shifts in tones can ramp up intensities for aggression and subside into rebellious melodies. It all flows cohesively with their iconic front-mans licks. At fifty five, he can still deliver his knack for devious and catchy hooks. Now lacking the shock and awe he once commanded like a prophet, Assassination's potent expression themed on recent accusations land well but perhaps with an air of doubt.

 

Rating: 8/10

A Perfect Circle "Mer De Noms" (2000)

 

Having let this one simmer for months now, Its clear that direct comparisons to Tool are somewhat of a disservice. Although a mellower draft of the Alternative slash Progressive Metal they conjured in the 90s, Keenan's A Perfect Circle has its own defining character, a textural feast of broody subconscious fixations boiling up to the surface. Many of these songs define themselves in the gradual intensities that fester from steely acoustic guitars and calmer passages. Keenan guides through the storms, illuminating an emotion connection as the clouds bring rain and thunder.

Its brilliantly orchestrated, a cascade of groaning guitars wail unyielding melodies that cry out like wounded voices. Occasionally a keen groove or sharp rhythm take hold through the power of the riff but more often does the music revel on its expansive lead guitars that howl emotional pains. In contrast, its soothing passages play adorned by sunset melodies and Ethereal reverberations. Its a beautiful relationship, a sombre melancholy stews beneath, lurching into the raw beast of visceral hurt that created it.

This manifests wonderfully in the albums best songs yet with the rest of the lineup following suit, most songs are not quite as grabbing outside the album experience. With a few brief moments the pallet opens up, like on Sleeping Beauty, an electronic tone dreamily chimes in towards its closing. It would of been nice to hear more of that expansion as the records pallet gets worn a little thin with the cyclical approach to each song. A more consistent record and fitting conclusion to this journey for now.

Rating: 6/10

A Perfect Circle "Thirteenth Step" (2003)

 

Now a fully fledged Tool convert, it seemed logical I'd enjoy more of Maynard's voice, having grown so fond of his unique persona. A Perfect Circle was formed in union with guitarist Billy Howerdel, while Tool where in their prime and working on Lateralus. Mistakenly I though this was the bands debut, however Thirteenth Step is actually their sophomore which also features James Iha, formerly of The Smashing Pumpkins.

Parallels to Maynard's mainstay are all to easy to state. As a similar ensemble of Alternative Metal, its the later that recoils in the wake of acoustic guitar leads. Wailing and whirling in reverbs, its melodies brood on brown tones and cold shimmering aesthetics. A Gothic echo lingers as touches of Shoegaze noise and Ethereal atmosphere creates a distant emotive cry, often feeling sorrowful without empathy.

The music lingers on its textural flavors. Organic, progressive unravelings of nurtured tensions brew, occasionally sprouting into aggressive spurts. These lively floruishings, Its best moments, are what makes the record so disappointing. After drudging through overcast windy affairs of acoustic drabness, the excitement only seems to emerge upon the arrival of distortion guitars. These moments are etched in the Tool blueprint.

To name the few, Weak And Powerless, The Outside and Pet. All brilliant songs, yet do little to define A Perfect Circle. Everything else that does was simply to dull and aimless. Reasonable to have on in the background but after many listens I simply couldn't find anything deep to latch onto. I may give this journey up already.

Rating: 5/10

Type O Negative "Dead Again" (2007)

 

 I'm under the impression that front man Steele was responsible for much of Type O Negative's musical writing. It blossoms again in refined directions on this final record. His passing a few years later sealing the groups fate, them choosing not to continue on without him. From the offset, Dead Again bestows a different intensity. Distanced somewhat from the Gothic tonal cheese, always orchestrated with emotional connection, Steele leans into certain inspirations present since their inception.

Kicking off with dense guitars lunging into burly Doom Metal groans, followed by a sudden energetic drive of hurried Hardcore aggression, the metallic, mainly Black Sabbath inspired focus makes itself known. Equally split with The Beatles influences and Pop Rock ideals from decades back, many songs beautifully journey through lengthy non-linear song structures. It gives the record a perpetual sense of excitement, as more gratifying compositions seem to lurk around every corner.

Now entirely stripped of prior flirtations with crass humor and noisy aesthetic interludes, their collective eclecticism flows focused and gratifying. Barely a wasted second goes by, Steele leans into his vision and delivers a plethora of intriguing arrangements. Personally its clearly cathartic, channeling catchy lyrics over grabbing melodies, they frequently skirt easy conventions, offering truly distinct music.

Some songs stick to one of its three main styles, others easily chop through wildly different intensities as Doom Metal, Hardcore and Pop Rock get a fascinating salute from these brooding Gothic oddballs. Its seems with age came maturity and the hunger of expression never faded. Dead Again has a notable shift yet with it an awe and fascination as to how the odd mix of chemistries could emerge again as exciting as ever! Despite the remarkable impression October Rust left on me, I get a sense this could be my favorite given more time to sink in.

Rating: 9/10

Type O Negative "Life Is Killing Me" (2003)

 

Consistency is a thickly thing among bands amassing the years and albums. Maturing into their second decade, I anticipated a dip. With a sound no longer reflecting scenes of the time, Life Is Killing Me firmly solidifies the genius of this group. Stripping out the crass comical skits and experimental noise design interludes, Type O Negative ram another compact disc full with seventy plus minutes of moody Gothic tinged delight.

Their eclecticism runs amuck, new territory conquered and past roots resurrected. The pumping Hardcore Punk energy of Slow, Deep and Hard returns, accompanied by classic horror cheese synths. Fresh worldly instrumentation inflects accents in breezy unison with their motif. Somehow the experience comes intermingled with wretched bursts of sludgy Doom Metal riffage, Life Is Killing Me seems to offer it all again.

No thematic arc seems prevalent, simply a string of fantastic songs. Easily jumping among its more diverse territories, dense atmospheres and ripe attitudes always accompany. Steele seems evidentially distressed. Troubled by medical and identity issues, a handful of lyrics catch the ear as "overpaid meat magicians" are taken aim at professionals I can only assume gave him news he didn't want to hear. That and "I know I'm strange, I ain't no queer" turns up unfavorable attitudes lost to time.

Its a humble reminder of the human fragility behind the mesmerizing power of music, a touch unsavory in places yet his singing is quite the opposite. Leaning further into harmony and tenderness, the vulnerable side of a burly voice expresses captivating melodies with a keen pop sensibility among the 90s Alternative Metal vibes and doomed gothic romance he conjures. A bleeding heart performance, with sore pains and bleak suffering upfront yet not falling folly to shoutings barbaric aggression.

Thus its fifteen offer up fantastical conjurings which any fan will pluck some favorites. For me, IYDKMIGTHTKY a clear favorite. As Peter chants, "Gimme that", a snaky guitar grooves broods intensely in contrast to its shoegazing verses. The pivot into a hypnotic Synth whirl as he cries "If you don't kill me" an absolute delight. I could drone on but its rather simple, a quality record, lacking soaring peaks but absent of valleys along its path too. Just one record left to enjoy now. What a discovery!

Rating: 8/10

Type O Negative "World Coming Down" (1999)

 On initial exposure, a singular overt obvious influence and echoes of October Rust's Gothic glory hung overhead, looming like a curse. Type O Negative seemed to have hit a snag, one of stagnation. Having wholly won over my admiration, I persisted. With repetitions familiarity, their gloomy Gothic themes explored last outing grew on me. As did the Black Sabbath fervor reveled in by Hickey and Kenny, who's decent into the menacing grip of grueling Doom Metal lethargy, carves many unshakable riffs.

The buzzing, thin and fuzzed guitar aesthetic seems hard to justify on first contact. Riffs drift into the ether as Steele's manly darkened voice broods alongside bright punchy synths that channel 80s gothic cheese into stunning emotional splurges. Of course, this is actually their brilliance, great song writing in action. Swinging from gloomy theatrics with flashes of cold colors, dramatic lunges of rhythmic sway consume one. Powerful notes and bends play off one another, shuffling down the fret-board with measured persuasion on its groovy, sludgy march of Doom Metal prowess.

The thematic tone is rather dark as title and song names suggest. A looming gloom seems constrained to Steele's struggling lyrics and strife dwelled upon. The rest of the band come through with familiar strides in terms of theme, Steele directing a once Gothic allure to something grave. Despite this, the music still encroaches on the mid 90s melodic glory of past, among its diverse set of songs. Less experimental, more instep with their established persona, its Sabbath influences that shine brightest.

It sharper gravitas swings into gear when bluesy grooves bustle a rhythmic might. Pyretta Blaze kicks off with lengthy, sludgy low end riff to die for. Each time it comes back around is a pleasure. White Slavery, Who Will Save The Sane & World Coming Down all contrast Tomi Iommi riffs with ideas not plucked from this metallic world.

This underpinning comes to ahead on the closing and sublime Day Tripper Medley. Some how, this Gothic oddball group fused The Beatles and Black Sabbath together without a hint of irony. Sung with sincerity and heart, the odd fusion of sludgy groove and classic Pop Rock songs coalesces brilliantly under a haunting cawing of crows.

Technically cut short, its a special note to bow out on after a lengthy CD filling runtime. Its oddity tracks and interludes run intermittent with natural flow. They tie its rather grim lyrics to bodily constraints of mortality. As a whole, it plays wonderfully without filler yet some of its lengthier tracks do linger. Not quite as sharp as before but on World Coming Down Type O Negative still spark a bright, fascinating flame.

Rating: 8/10

Type O Negative "October Rust" (1996)

 

Smoothing out the oddities of torturous experimental sound design and crass, filthy humor, Type O Negative deliver a cohesive, lengthy album experience fit for a classic. Breezing past two brief humor driven tracks, Love You To Death embarks on chilly December moors. Cold winds groan as merciful  melancholic melodies descend upon on a cursed gothic romance. Stripped is the architecture of cinematic cheesy horror tones they previously yielded to sincerity. With a dreamy yet dreary aesthetic, imbued by fuzzed, hazy guitars and murky bass distortions, the record croons with affection.

October Rust's metallic foundations plays second fiddle to the manly sobs of Steele's engrossed voice. Soaring with emotive words, punctuated by cunning lyrics, he lands songs gracefully with infectious moods to latch onto. In duet with Josh Silver's keys, together they reign in a 90s spirit, yielding it to their own confessions in a glory of tuneful delights. Touches of the Alternative and Grunge sound lurk, even a smidge of Britpop akin sensibilities are heard on brighter numbers like Green Man.

Embracing warmth on brighter outings, so to do swings into dramatic sorrows and pains adorn this venture. Glorified by a passionate love of Gothic veneer, Type O Negative revel in the anguish of heartbreaks and loves lost. Thus its songs swerve the terrain of frosty landscapes in remarkably acute degrees. Both light and dark find unusual unions under brooding church organs, shimmering Shoegaze guitar tones and even a glistening Christmas bells on a mournful, gloomy Red Water.

Despite brilliance throughout, October Rust's second half steadies pace. After My Girlfriend's Girlfriend, a tongue in cheek romp, a string of excellence expires. The cover of Neil Young's Cinnamon Girl a further highlight and the concluding ten minute Haunting. Their absurdist humor is not lost, as the song abruptly ends during its Doom Metal parade upon lunging tempo and choral harmonies. I do wonder if it was brought about by medium constraints. After the sudden close, its final spoken remarks, "I hope it wasn't to disappointing" a crude one, given the wonderful seventy minute machination of Gothic majesty and 90s moods that proceeded it. A classic? Almost!

Rating: 9/10

Type O Negative "Bloody Kisses" (1993)

 

Casting a shadow over their debut effort, Type O Negative return to encapsulate the early 90s alternative vibes under their eclectic Gothic identity. With this lengthy sophomore the band reach a new apex in intervals. Wedged between crude satirical humor, noise driven experimental soundscapes, Doom Metal worship and bursts of Hardcore aggression lies superbulous song writing where melody, rhyme and reason reign supreme. An excellence is to be discovered on its lengthier affairs.

Christian Woman, Black No1 and Bloody Kisses are driven by theme and theatrics, a beautiful sense of expression playing out with a craft on all fronts. Bold horror synths chime with a heavy hand alongside dramatic pianos. Catchy melodies and rocking riffs align succinct with fantastic anthemic vocal hooks, "Loving you is like loving the dead". So to do gleaming guitar solos errupt with a 90s tinge, checking all my nostalgia boxes. The song structures are immense, ambitious and bold, carrying a gripping gravitas on these lengthy journeys. With pivots and sways encompassing drastic shifts, the transformations are remarkable in expressing these Gothic epics.

Sadly, the rest of the record doesn't live up to the strengths of these songs. It can be expected from the brief experimental interludes that paint bizarre horrors. They exist at odds with the more conventional offerings. With a strong whiff of Black Sabbath and Hardcore, Kill All The White People and We Hate Everyone steers too far from the mesmerizing Gothic allure. Where it exists on other songs is among a slew of shifting, radical ideas that don't gel with the thematic intensity seen on its best numbers.

Kudos however, taking a step back from the blender of ideas presented as Bloody Kisses, its clear the band are unabashed in pursuit of what interests them. The vast array of aesthetic influences displayed withdraws the record from a sleek and streamlined experience, revolving on its catchy elements. The foundations of such a thing are in sight, yet the direction seems more intent on where curiosity leads them.

Rating: 7/10

Depeche Mode "Violator" (1990)

 

Hailed by some as a classic, I approached this record with persistence. A turning point came four or so spins in. Suddenly, the brash, jolting instruments began to blossom. Its snappy arrays of waveform synths revealing secrets. The bold, rigid deployment of its punchy melodies and calculated drum patterns birthing emotional resonance from the void they dance above. Violator's aesthetic philosophy leaves a sparse quiet behind the fast attack and decay of its electronic zaps and stiff sampled percussion.

In the drone of its repetition, what I failed to hear was the build up. Songs start minimal and simple, with all components laid bare. Dave Gahan brings in his steely tender voice to take hand and lead along the lyrical narrative with an engulfing persuasion. Under his spell the instrumental broods these emotive swells as the complexity increases. Leaving its simpler crafts in formation, the later arrives toy with organics as dense guitar wails, dawning string sections and abstract electronic.

As I understand it, Voilator was also their debut venture to include guitars. Sometimes performed but mostly sampled, the acoustic tones fit effortlessly to their demeanor. I sensed the commercially exploited Personal Jesus might become an irritation but alas, under repetition I came to appreciate its genius, and union of digital and analog.

The records character lingers mostly on relationships woes, a sadness that permeates loves struggles without conclusion. The tone teases, toying with a curious poise. A soft sadness, melancholy on the horizon, all whilst being dramatically catchy. Its a highly digestible set of Pop tunes, weaving in odd electronic sounds to its tapestry. As the rush increases, so do strange zaps and brash noises. Quite the delight.

Ultimately I can only conclude to agree with its acclaim. Despite lacking the depth time with records offers, my ever growing love of its persuasion is wondrous. In comparison to Black Celebration, Violator stands matured and cunning by a band forging their expressions with sharpened wit and intellect. The underlying emotional rawness heard through voice and instrument is as before. I'm unsure as to why I did not hear it on Music For The Masses? Its earned my attention for a revisit.

Rating: 9/10

Type O Negative "Slow, Deep and Hard" (1991)

 

Despite having a legendary status in their own right, this cult American band had eluded me until recently. I'd seen plenty of Type O Negative shirts at Metal shows over the years. I may have even passed up the opportunity to see them live a couple times before the vampyric Peter Steele's death in 2010. Having now familiarized and come to adorn some of their best material, it seemed certain a new journey was in wait.

 Starting with their debut, Slow, Deep and Hard breaks out with an unmistakable identity hinged around a willingness to meld new and distant musical ideas. Birthed through Gothic Horror and a crude sadistic humor, cheesy synth tones, gritty Industrial percussion and embrace of guitar dissonance somehow emerges authentic with underlying pains. A crude mix of Hardcore, Doom Metal and all things Gothic, Type O Negative straddle the estranged Avant-Guarde soundscape with oddities, yet land their lengthy songs with chant-along choruses, memorable melodies and rocking riffs.

Its a chemistry of their own making with cheerier punches fit for the 90s spirit. This light rarely departs a depraved side, gloomy and blood soaked as many of these songs lunge into slow and sluggish rhythm sections resting on dissonance and audio horror. Its quite the ride for an adventurous listener. Burly poetic recitals, gang shouts, pained screams and heavenly choral singing, variety is no stranger. Song structures straddle similar constructs as twisted avenues tend to return to the gratifying ideas.

This introduction is a powerful entry point, yet wanes with multiple listens as many of the first two tracks key ideas seem uncannily recycled over the remaining records span. Type O Negative display a unique character fit to bloom into a beast. With thoughtful appreciation, one can hear the previous decades influences. The likes of Swans, Bauhaus and Christian Death among others clearly shape an ever evolving Gothic mood. Industrial and Metal influences present too, this union of genres feels so odd and genuine too, the kind of chemistry that gets me excited. I can feel it already, this journey will be one of the greats!

Rating: 7/10

Killing Joke "Lord Of Chaos" (2022)

Its been seven years since the mighty Pylon. Now forty plus years deep into their career, Killing Joke deliver two new songs on a four track EP boosted by a couple of disposable remixes. Although enjoyable for a fan, there is little new hear to be heard. Title track Lord Of Chaos is the grittier of the two Its rumbling textural base guitar throws back to the aesthetics of their early days. Its a typical exchange of meaty groove and dystopian atmosphere they have done over and over at this point.

The second track Total also stems from their 80s output. This one is moodier, with its nightly unease tone drawing from eerie synths when the guitars drop out. When they come back in its with an almighty roaring momentum. Jaz's singing reminds me of their Night Time album. Point being, its good but all has been head before.

The Big Buzz remix brings 90s electronic club music vibes to the Pylon song. Its reasonable but the bass kick thud is rather incessant. Delete In Dub pushes a Drumstep beat through a loose fitting of sound experiments and disjointed noises. It amounts to very little with Jaz's occasional voice the only thing tying it to the band. Ultimately, these two add a little fluff to new music that lacks any originality.

Rating: 2/10

Cranes "Forever" (1993)

 

Arriving at their sophomore album, Cranes show signs of maturing songwriting. The blunter lunges into shadows are scarce as brighter acoustic guitars and friendlier distortion riffs take focus on a warmer, yet curiously limbo like outing. I'm noticing a pattern in how songs come in degrees of arrangement. Its most notable when percussion is entirely absent, as it where on a few songs off Wings Of Joy. Their ability to brood on simple, repetitious melodies and stay engaging is remarkable.

And Ever makes a mark as its lone, moody piano ushers in a two hand chord melody to dance with Alison Shaw's distant Ethereal voice. The music swells upon the arrival of a singular, lone and soft string synth. Reverberated acoustic guitar notes then pluck away in compliment with a brisk ascendancy. Another drum less track Cloudless has a touch of Medieval melody to it, as did Watersong. Just a minor musical note.

Adrift and Clear peer towards shadows, bot quite intensely as before, with upheavals of brooding distortion guitars soaked in echo. The later creates quite the maddening atmosphere with its bendy alarm siren droning in the backdrop, creating tension. The lead guitar riffs is quite a devious lick yet so simple as much of the components are like the flat bass line. Their ability to grasp so much power and feeling from the simple connections between each instrument is everything that makes these songs great.

The Dream Pop label still alludes me. There is little at play that reflects the quirk and upbeat nature of Pop music of the 90s. Not as dark, limbo is the word that comes to mind with Alison Shaw still playing innocence off the more sinister soundscapes of her band mates. Through her the dreaminess is all there though. Heavy use of reverb gives the mix a cold spacious feeling throughout and with a lavish of echo her singing ices the cake with an Ethereal quality. Forever is a fine endeavor but generally feels like a lighter exploration of the same musical ideas presented beforehand.

Rating: 6/10

Cranes "Wings Of Joy" (1991)

 

For the past ten days or so I've stewed over this one with repetitious intent. Songs like Thursday, Sixth Of May & Adoration anchor its slumped, dreary atmosphere in a deceptively subdued yet morbid setting. They sway in a mesh of mesmerizing tracks as musical frictions arise. Surges of jolting, broody piano chords, stabbed with solemn pains. Gritty frazzled guitars deliver drives of dissonance. Patrolling, devious base lines stalk with a shivering intent. In the degrees its various components meld at, all are driven by a cold mechanical tempo, dragging the music forth like a death march.

My curiosity in this drab journey was fueled by a lack of perception. As a band dropped into my collection for discovery later on, I initially found them on Shoegazing and Dream Pop lists. Too my ears there is little of that here. Wings Of Joy is far more akin to the burdensome biblical sins of Children Of God in its darker alleys. That's only partial because there is uplift in sight as Alison Shaw sings with a childish innocence of soft tonality and fragile wordless inflections. Her tone reminds me of Grimes yet feels so very different in the pale darkly context. She is much like an innocent lost soul endlessly drifting, trapped in a world of horrors and demons they are blind too.

The production is also of merit too. Its spacious design keep the often stiff and repetitious instruments an eerie space to brood within. The guitars often swell up from underneath, leaving the dull marches festering with texture. It seems to be the common trick. Its initial simplicity seems cold and lifeless yet as the songs drone on, this curious enchanting atmosphere arises to engross the listener. And that's what it achieves from start to end without a weak spot. Wings Of Joy has something distinct to offer and revels in the space crafted for it, by the English band who are named after the visibility of many cranes present in the dockyards of London, their home.

Rating: 7/10

Cocteau Twins "Aikea-Guinea" (1985)

 

 

Its another EP from the Cocteau Twins but this time the four songs are of notable intrigue! Perhaps it is the title track and lead single that is the least impressive! Its temperament is rather adjacent to Treasure, with brightly polished bass lines plucking at a steady pace and a drum machine dressed up to be more convincing, the swells of emotional sound from Guthrie's noisy guitar and airy synths are peaked by the melodies of sparkling bells yet it is Frasier who doesn't find the charm. Her vocals toy with the wordless dynamic, drifting up to circle the high ranges but miss the mark.

With a similar temperament on the following Kookaburra, it is Guthrie's shrill guitar grinding, dissipating into atmospheric swoons over the warm piano chords and keen bass lines that sell the magic. Quisquose pivots to a strong piano led march, brought to life by luscious acoustic guitars painting a darkly mood. Its the instrumentation that shapes up to be the endearing quality of these songs, the compositions generally repetitive and shifting between complimenting arrangements back and forth.

It seems to be a reoccurring theme that Fraiser's normally enthralling performances just don't land on these EPs. The final and bwat song is the short Rocco, an instrumental it would be hard to picture a voice in. The textural mystery of Guthrie's guitar noises get pinned by these bold, upfront base notes marching hard. The interchange between the two provides tension and then relief for the magic. The song doesn't progress anywhere much from its main idea but the chemistry is its charm. This is definitely a better set of b-sides. As always they lack that finishing touch.

Rating: 4/10

Cocteau Twins "Treasure" (1984)

When embarking on this newest musical journey with the Cocteau Twins, it is this record I was itching to write about. Discovering them back in 2011, Treasure was the album to lure me in and I have adored it too this day. Admittedly it doesn't get much rotation anymore but spinning it up again has been a pleasure and with critical ears I love how the stiff fidelity of its drum machine and awkward production were details I never heard before. These songs are so gorgeous and engulfing, that the magic simply glosses over its flaws. As I've commented before though, its aesthetic ruggedness very much works to enrich the slightly esoteric and ethereal vibes.

Stepping away from their Post-Punk roots and into Dream Pop territory, Guthrie's layered guitar experimentation finds refined glory in pivoting to acoustic guitars. Golden plucked strings lavished in reverbs often feature alongside other sparkling instruments that put emphasis on dreamy tones and a warm melodic rises. There are occasional uses of guitar distortion and its tone can sway into the shadows with these ten songs forging a wonderful variety for peering into peculiar places. Its obvious though, much of its instrumental magic is birthed from the expansion of instruments, used subtly in the swells of ethereal sound that gush forth. They play out the colored tuneful melodies the likes of Garlands before it once lacked.

Its all held in place by this clanky drum machine. Rigid and stiff in timing and tone, its repetitive strikes are often soaked in reverb, rattling off with forced punchy grooves that penetrate with a contrasted composure to everything else around it. Somehow, mysteriously, it just works so well. Fraiser's voice is another vector in the chemistry. These three components feel so distant from one another at times, yet together its a wondrous mix. I must say though, it comes in temperaments. The album jumps all over the place from track to track. Persephone may be the biggest example of what I've just described and yet with the following song Pandora it flips to its most cohesive and in tune composition. Notably, two of my favorite tracks as well.

Best of all, Fraiser comes completely into her own on this one. I was always under the impression her performance was entirely wordless and I loved putting my own words into her cryptic singing. Reading online lyric sheets does have me wondering. If they are true then its stunning how she pronounces words with such a mystic overcast. If not, its still just as magic but I prefer the later. The inflections and places she carries her voice too with vibratos and what not is endlessly joyous. Sailing high to low and dancing on her way. Every word, or lack of, just oozes with an endearing quality which never fails to cast a spell. Its some of the best vocal delivery you'll ever hear.

 Treasure is a milestone record for the group, an ascension to the spectacular. Its artistic, expressive, magical and stunningly mysterious. Knowing these songs so well, Guthrie's swell of ambiguous sound still spark the imagination. Fraisers veiled voicings always an indulgence. Its only shortcomings are in execution. Some amateurish swells of bass noise occasionally gather in the mix and some of its songs tend to end without direction. Sudden wind downs and lack of conclusion do hinder the odd song but otherwise its a classic, one anyone curious should give a go.

Rating: 9.5/10

Cocteau Twins "The Spangle Maker" (1984)

Knowing whats to follow, The Spangle Maker is a stopgap EP seemingly distant from its surroundings. Its title track is the most subdued song the group have written to date. Its a slow burn crawling to a quiet roar with a swell of layered sound in its closing cycle. With new bassist Simon Raymonde joining, perhaps this was an exercise in integration, becoming accustom with one another in writing and the studio.

 

Either way, its a familiar tale of music that misses the spark. Peraly-Dewdrops' Drops and more so Pepper-Tree have the hallmarks of the groups blossoming sound heading in the direction of Treasure. Somehow, Fraser's timeless singing and the Ethereal persuasion of Guthrie's effect soaked guitar magic just don't click.

 

Pepper-Tree does delivery a gorgeous shadowy acoustic guitar timbre, resonating off its chilling pianos with an eerie ambience. Somewhat of a cornerstone for Autumns Grey Solace's sound. It's also rather noticeable that the bass guitar steps away from that defining upfront presence of Post-Punk music, taking a more subdued roll with a softer aesthetic. All in all its another unremarkable but slightly intriguing EP of which they have a fair few main between releases.

Rating: 3/10

Cocteau Twins "Sunburst And Snowblind" (1983)

 
Journeying on with our deep dive on the Cocteau Twins, we have another EP featuring Sugar Hiccup and three songs left over from the Head Over Heals album. I'm getting the impression we may not find hidden gems in this avenue. These smaller release are a deeper insight to the band but more so a reminder that not everything is gold. Each of the three additional songs lack the killer spark to make them work. Possibly unfinished, they show their difficulty as the ideas present in the guitar work doesn't seem to gel with Fraser and that chemistry is absolutely vital.

From The Flagstones has all the markings of their sound, the washy guitars come across and its soft airy synths lack the gusto to elevate. Fraser comes in with power and persuasion but it misses the mark. Hitherto is the better of the three, its slow, dark and mysterious atmosphere more engrossing but on this track its Fraser who's voice doesn't quite catch the wind. Because Of Whirl-Jack brings upbeat pianos with a jovial energy and its pivot to focus on plucked acoustic strings works but the song feels like it never finds a crowning moment, perpetually swaying between verse and chorus.

One thing I can say is its fun to hear these songs and a reminder of the hard work and time it takes to craft great music. These songs are in no way bad but they highlight how bands will write songs that often don't make the light of day. Its nice to see that this music and that on the other EPs were shared, although contractual obligations may have had something to do with that given the groups outspoken dismissal of Lullabies. Anyway, whats next? You guessed it! Another EP.

Rating: 3/10

Cocteau Twins "Head Over Heels" (1983)

 
 With the departure of bassist Will Heggie, the now duo find their calling on Head Over Heels, their sophomore effort where the starts align and the magic blossoms. Its opening track When Mama Was Moth is unassuming, a slow dreary build up, nudged along by the booming echo of a drum strike as weary guitars drone under the sparkling astral melody that inspires intrigue. It takes all but twenty seconds on the following Five Ten Fiftyfold for the Ethereal beauty to emerge. Fraser plunges her voice into a spirited swoon, riding the curtails of lavish reverberation. The distant noir saxophone a perfect compliment in this gorgeous moment.

The mood is brighter, an uplift and warmth courses through these songs, arrangement shifts, guitar chords and moving the key upwards steer these esoteric and ethereal sounds to the light. The dreary, gothic darkness is still present in the abstract layers of dense guitar noise. The bass guitar shimmers underneath with a brightly punctuated chorus effect. The drum machine paces with pounds minimal groove, plunged in extravagant echos that add greatly to the muddy atmosphere.

Fraser finds herself with a greater presence in the mix. The timing often brings her in at moments of power to usher in these warm shifts of tone. Although yet to go fully wordless, her singing emphasizes feeling and emotion with many unconventional annunciations of words. The lyric sheet brings clarity but the mystery of how her voice says something different is so alluring. Words take on new meaning, all said as if looking for another, swinging from her swoon they hypnotize.

Its right inline with Guthrie's evolution. His ambiguous guitar noise clambers into new territory where craft and measure balance more obvious chords, arpeggios and string sections with the denser fog of ambiguity. It poises the music in the precarious place where convention and mystery dance in the moonlight. Its overall tone is dark, esoteric and spooky yet consistently blushes with a dazzling beauty.

Although I thought I had not ventured to this record before, a couple of tracks startled me as to how I knew them so well, yet the rest was a complete mystery! My guess Is the random videos from Youtube autoplay when I first discovered the Cocteau Twins, many years ago. Amazing how well the particulars of these songs have stuck. The love I had for this band starts here. Its a technically flawed flourish of creativity and inspiration. Big gatherings of echo crowd some moments and it has tarnishes all over. I'm loving this in a way where I know it will just keep giving and I think these amateurish growing pains are an amazing part of the experience.

 Rating: 8/10

Cocteau Twins "Peppermint Pig" (1983)

 

Before the Cocteau Twins sophomore record, arrives another, ultimately disappointing, three track EP. Released in April of 1983, it captures a moment of creative poverty where the music fails to venture upon anything of remark. Reading up on its creation, the group were forced to work with an outside producer while also feeling that their creative efforts were not up to scratch. It shows just about everywhere. The record has a drab, dry tone where its instruments feel lone and separate. The baselines rumble in repetition with a tone that feels distant from the hazy guitars. They reside in a narrow, chromatic space, dull and meandering. The hypnotic wash of pedal effects and reverb offer up little depth or texture unlike before.

Its fractions from being right but these small differences in feeling turn the songs into dull drones. The title track has some merit as layers of creepy synths and loose, shaky pianos add some much needed depth. The drum machine too is lacking in arrangement variety. The tone is dull and grinding, lacking natural echo and creativity that got it by on Garlands. In front of it all Fraser sings with a routine, that distance between instruments amplify a sore tiredness in her performance. As the band have described it themselves, its not a good record but it should be said the title track holds up okay. Its Laugh Lines and Hazel that offer little musically, further exposed by this drab production style. Disappointing but not a representation of whats to come.

Rating: 2/10

Marilyn Manson "Heaven Upside Down" (2017)

There's little bad to say about Marilyn Manson's tenth record. I could get critical and say it gets off to a moderate start but as the wheels get spinning, they don't slow down! Best known for his culture shock records Antichrist Superstar and Mechanical Animals, Manson has seen a steady decline in recent years that got turned around with The Pale Emperor, a change of pace, an introspective artistic piece that turned his observational musing inwards. I was sorely disappointed at first, "Heaven Upside Down" was not continuing in that direction but with each passing listen it grew on me substantially. He may be approaching his 50s but the fire for his breed of intelligent rebellion still burns bright in this fellow.

The most obvious comparison for this change of pace is the Antichrist Superstar era. The vibes, instrumental aesthetics and attitude is similar in many spots with a helping dose of anger and aggression. His poetry is witty, sharp as a blade with cutting lines like the opening "fuck or fight" on "Jesus Crisis". I could make lists but this is Manson, his reputation needs no examples, hes on his best game here with cracking lyrics that turn in on themselves as the words unfold. His ability to write and deliver hooks elevates the instrumentals as you'd expect them to do but always catches you off guard.

Instrumentally things start off aggressive with crunching guitars leading the songs. Dirty, Industrial thumping riffs on steady repeat. "Tattooed In Reverse" experiments with gritty, buzzing baselines and sharp, often shrill oscillating synths for a rattle house of dystopian blues. "Saturnalia" Is the turning point, the music becomes expansive with echoes of The Pale Emperor distance the aggression for spaces to breath in as the moods start to flow. Its as the album winds down from its aggressive start that I find myself captivated, Manson's chemistry with his band mates seems to electrify as his performance resonates with lyrics carrying the burden of dramatic emotions.

This albums flow is a strength played to. It starts with a bang to lure you in and steadily evolves into a much deeper record. The density of the instrumentals, aided by rich electronics, plays to the versatility Industrial music can provide as the songs collectively share a space with quite a variety of textures and flavor to throw your way. It can shred distortion guitars and find its way to bustling acoustics too without loosing the heretic energy. Everything comes together on this record, the group are on fire and give us the all killer no filler treatment. I will leave this post with a favorite lyric I can't get out my head. "And I tried to look inside you, but ended up, looking through you, now you try to tell me, your not a ghost!".

Favorite Tracks: Say10, Saturnalia, Jesus Crisis, Heaven Upsidedown, Threats Of Romance

Rating: 7/10