obnoxion wrote: ↑Sat Mar 28, 2020 6:43 am
Oh God, I have been listening to this album for a week now, and tried to think of an angle from which to intoduce it. Should it be its relatedness to the fin de siecle Decadence, should it be about the blatant Catholic Satanism that is such a rare thing in gothig death rock, or should it be the awesome bass playing on the album, ot should I discuss the LA Hardcore punk influences (though one song is clearly a homgae to Sex Pistols inspired Brittish Punk, which I generally prefer)... There is so much that is good and unique on their album .
I was hoping to buy the book "The Art of Rozz Williams", but I just cant't buy a rock n' roll art book for 259 €,... can I... ?
I mean, I just paid more on John J. Huntington's (ed) "Circle of Bliss: Buddhist Meditational Art", and a 100€ on "Heroic Shāktism: The Cult of Durgā in Ancient Indian Kingship" by Bihani Sarkar. I don't regret them at all.
I would very much like to read your review of the album!
I've been thinking on this heavily the last couple of days, and I think I'll have a hard time eloquently giving my thoughts, but I'll do my best!
I think it's important to note that the first album by CD I acquired was Path of Sorrows, and I listened to this quite a bit more than I did Only Theatre of Pain, and truly didn't understand the occult connotations of either album at the time. Hearing Cavity for the first time literally sent shivers down my spine. The bells were reminiscent of Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells, which I was very much into at the time due to The Exorcist being my favourite movie (still top five!). The line "accept the gift of sin" stuck with me.
Christian Death was probably the darkest music I had experienced up unto that point in my life, and by then my musical tastes were mostly just The Cure, Depeche Mode and Bauhaus on heavy rotation. Hearing Rozz's wails and the ominous synth sounds, combined with lyrics like "their razor sharp tongues invite to relax as they slip the skin of your eyelids back" (Figurative Theatre) was exactly the combination of death and despair I had been waiting to hear. As if everything I had bottled inside of me was being channeled through everything I was hearing. It was scary, and unknown, and completely the opposite to what I grew up being taught. It was probably the first time I had the inkling that it was maybe okay to embrace the darker parts of me. And express them! Which I prove very valuable these days with the unifying work we do.
Now that I'm older I'm able to revisit both albums and see things I had missed in my younger years. I'm able to appreciate a track like Mysterium Iniquitatis for that blatant Catholic Satanism you spoke of, or Burnt Offerings for that Decadence.
I don't want to take this too terribly off topic with a hefty review and bore those following the thread who may not be acquainted with Christian Death, so if you'd like I can e-mail or private message you a full review! Or if I've written enough to satiate your curiosity with my bare bones, mostly focused on my emotional response review, that's cool, too! I know I'd be very much interested in reading yours.
Also, it's hard not buying everything. I daydream about the library I'd have if I won the lottery.