OF FILTH - NYMPHETAMINE
Now here's the thing. Cradle of Filth have, in the past, struck
me as a band who, like small children and female pop stars, be
seen and not heard. Much as I admired their merry antics and unfailing
devotion to the ancient art of winding up Middle England via their
satanic persona, Redemption-supplied lesbo-vampire art and shocking
'Jesus Is A Cunt' T-shirts, when it came to actually listening
to their music, I would make my excuses and leave.
So it is with some surprise, and a certain amount of pleasure,
that I can report new album Nymphetamine to be
reasonably agreeable. Goddamit, the opening song (if we disregard
scene-setting atmospherics of Satyriasis)
is pretty tuneful and catchy for a number glorying in the title
Gilded Cunt, and this hitherto unheard
knack to combine their gothic black metal aspirations with foot-tappers
continues through the album.
Clearly, this is all relative: Cradle of Filth are fare from mainstream,
even now, despite the complaints of some fans. But they are clearly
maturing, as much as any band fronted by Dani Filth ever can.
At it's best, the album shows the clowns who make up Europe's
Symphonic Power metal bands how to really glory in self-indulgence
without losing the plot, and on a couple of occasions are actually
breath-taking - the title track, complete with female vocals from
Liv Kristine Espanaes Krull manages to move from epic black metal
excess to something akin to Nick Cave's incredible duet with Kylie
Minogue, Where The Red Roses Grow....
and back again. Stunning.
So, a revelation, if not entirely perfect. Let's all raise a glass
of absinthe to the boys and hope that this is the start of a new
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