W.A.S.P. : Unholy Terror |
When Blackie Lawless gets cerebral, you have two options. Buy into it or get the fuck out. I've always had a lot of time for Blackie. I think he gets a very raw deal from the press and is a little of a misunderstood, older and wiser icon in the Marilyn Manson vein. Similarly, when Blackie is in the mood for doing 'rawk 'n' rawl', you pretty much have the same options. Unholy Terror finds Blackie and Co. occupying the now familiar territory explored in The Crimson Idol, and The Headless Children, and boy is he getting good at this. For a man that occasionally pumps out big dumb metal for backyard parties half the time, he can sure crank the intensity up when called for. There are extensive sleeve notes with the CD, which may be a little uncalled for - anyone who has stuck with Blackie this long, certainly knows his depths of passion for daring to go where few others do, but they are certainly an interesting read, giving perhaps some of the newer fans a glimpse into the heart of W.A.S.P. So what do we have here? Basically a superior continuation of the Crimson and Children themes than you could ever hope for - if they boiled your blood, this is an absolute must for the collection. Of the bands that spawned the LA scene way back in the mists of time, W.A.S.P. are the only ones left with any integrity (and tunes come to that). :: Sion Smith |