The Lurking Corpses
Smells Like The Dead
“There are dead people trying to kill me!” sputters a voice from one of the many movie dialogue snippets that pepper Smells Like the Dead, kicking off a rip (R.I.P.?)-roaring album full of frightfully good punk-metal with a distinct aroma of a very active graveyard. It’s the latest long player from The Lurking Corpses, and if you like your Halloween candy spiked, boy, you’re in for a spicy treat.
Much like their last platter, Lust for Blood, combined the quaver of Danzig’s vocals with the instrumental bite of the Ramones and a good portion of a vintage SST Records roster (plus a liberal sprinkling of aforementioned sound footage from vintage scary flicks), the new disc throws a hootenanny full of creatures, goons and highly motivated members of the undead. From the spooky comic book cover art to the bone-crunching guitars and fright wig-worthy vocals, it’s a fun ride.
“When the Blood Flows” manages to plop a madly over-the-top Elvis and Twisted Sister into the same grave plot, with head-bobbing results. The sinister, growling “Party Time at Zombie High” nevertheless reeks of something resembling fun — even if “fun” means consuming brains. As thoughtful, equal-opportunity monster employers, The Lurking Corpses make sure to give the werewolf his due in the driving “Into the Moonlight,” while “Evisceration Specialty” buzzes along like a chain-saw with a full tank. In a twist that might be considered perverse even for these guys, the final two numbers (“Camp Crystal Lake” and “Caroline”) are, aside from the snatches of movie audio, completely acoustic performances. Ghouls unplugged are creepier somehow. Grab Smells Like the Dead, play it often, and you can celebrate Halloween any time you want (D.M. Jones)
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