Mix up elements of metal (the pneumatic, grinding "rrrrrrr" variety), punk and goth, add some B-movie horror camp, dress it all up in black, look at it in a fun-house mirror and you may just end up staring at something that resembles the shrieking, unholy visage of The Lurking Corpses. The Fort Wayne combo's latest head-on-a-platter, Lust for Blood, follows up 2003's 23 Tales of Terror with 20 more blood-curdling aggro cuts that juxtapose ultra-heavy thrash and glass-gargling vocals with punk, hard rock and comic-book horror.
Highlights are many on this dark disc. The Misfits-esque "Dead Girl," which includes enough driving rock and scooped guitar tone to keep heads banging, also throws in some well placed spooky movie dialogue (prevalent throughout the disc), keyboard flourishes and a droning guitar figure that oddly brings to mind a bit of a Pixies feel. The eardrum assault continues with "Scream and Scream Again," calling to mind some of the SST label's more metal-oriented mid-80s output, and the heavy Danzig vibe of "Werewolf Queen" is offset only by: a) the fact that it's titled "Werewolf Queen," and b) the song's irresistably hooky KISS-style riffage. With tongue planted firmly in his skull-tattooed cheek, Lord Vladimir von Ghoul (who is also credited with graveyard disturbances, layout and other unmentionables) engages in some of the catchiest demonic histrionics you'll find this side of wherever Danzig is from. While I'm at it, I'll take the opportunity to give props to the rest of the fellas: Wolfgang the Shredder, The Nameless Horror and the alliterative Friar Frightengale (whose interests outside of music apparently involve cannibalism, vivisection and arts and crafts).
The album was tracked at the Ensomberoom and mastered at Sound Bites Dog Studios. The sonics are punishing, as they should be, and the production is clean in a creepy way, like a dentist's waiting room. The practically poppy-yet-definitely-creepy "Caroline" is a Ramones-fuelled bah-bah punk rock rave-up, and the Lurking Corpses manage to put a phantasmagoric twist on both 50s-early-60s drag-race rock and the Police's "Every Breath You Take" on "Waiting to Die." This is an accomplishment, folks. Make no mistake: intentionally or inadvertently, the Lurking Corpses have caused the dead to walk the Earth. And to harmonize.
As elements of Agnostic Front and even the camp of The Cramps began to pop up throughout this album, I found myself enjoying the ride – it's heavy, dark and somehow as vicariously scary as a Halloween spook house. Just a quick tour of song titles is enough to cause titters of honest amusement and discomfort in equal doses: "Graveyard Devourment," "Witchcult '77," "Nun Vomit" and my personal fave, "Oh Sherry (Creature of the Night)." What's not to love? Shamble over to thelurkingcorpses.com for more information.
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