Babylon Whores - King Fear
Here’s a perfect example of how the media can blow an album way out of proportion. Despite what you may have read in some trendy mag, this is not the end-all be-all of Rock n’ Roll music since the dawn of time. It is simply a catchy album with lots of hooks, melodies, and Cathedralesque groove. Not flawless by a longshot. There are at least 3 or 4 tracks you’ve got to skip over to get to the goods. Most notably the goofiness-plagued “Radio Werewolf.” This does have its moments of Rockin’ glory. Try getting “Erratta Stigmata,” “Hand of Glory,” or “Exit Eden” out of your head after an attentive listen. Then there are the more passionate, morose tunes like “Fey,” which I have been known to listen to on repeat for hours at a time. “Sol Niger” is also a reflective gem. What really determines how much you dig this is how much you like Vil’s crooning Goth-meets-Rockabilly singing. I’ve seen a lot of comparisons to Danzig, but I disagree to a certain extent. If I had to make a comparison, I’d say Peter Murphy meets Elvis. I like his voice. It’s deep, sincere, and he can actually sing. As I said, it doesn’t always work, but for the most part this is a great selection to have around when you’re in the mood for something distinct and classy. So unless you’re a stupid bitch and you think this sounds like Alice in Chains (an actual remark), let loose, comb your hair into a devilock, and feeeeel the groooove!
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