Posts from 19th March 2003

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Mar 03

Cradle of Filth — Presents for the Poison-Hearted

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Death metal never used to be this exhilarating. An epic soundtrack of damnation, greed and desire, it starts of sounding like a bootleg of Morbid Angel and Vanessa Carlton’s ‘A Thousand Miles’. The kick comes from the orchestration and evil choir, always fading in and out of the song, the best bit being where only the organ, chanting and incomprehensible whispers remain. The band makes an intense racket, the tick tick bass and crunching guitars, with alternating screeched/whispered vocals. It’s a Jean Delville painting bought to life, completely over the top and opulent.

I HATE MUSIC RUBBISH SIMILE WATCH

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I HATE MUSIC RUBBISH SIMILE WATCH

MARVIN GAYE – Sexual Healing
Baby, I’m hot just like an oven, I need some Lovin’

Why did Marvin Gaye Snr bust a cap in Marvin Gaye Jnr’s ass? All sorts of rumours abound regarding drugs, infidelity, madness or being on a mission from God (as filtered thru my good self). However what is often forgotten is that Marvin Snr was a grade school English teacher who was spitting mad that Marvin used such a piss poor metaphor in Sexual Healing. Hot just like an oven? What, someone has cranked you up to gas mark five and is about to pop a joint in you. (Actually – looking at it that way…). Oven’s are not sexual objects. They are items of kitchen furniture which would seem awful out of place in the average bedroom. Usually covered in grease, they get significantly hotter than the average lover. Indeed if he were to persist with this line the chorus ought to be:
“When I get that feelin’
I need Mr Muscle Oven Cleaning.”