In the middle of pursuing his various goth/glam efforts and using the Christian Death name even while Valor Kand was still leading his own version of the group, Rozz Williams finally did the right thing and got the original lineup back together again for a one-off concert. Well, almost original -- bassist James McGearty sat it out, replaced by one Casey, but otherwise it was Williams, Rikk Agnew, and George Belanger together again, with Rikk's brother Frank adding some guitars as well. Iconologia captures the end result, logically concentrating on Only Theatre of Pain material but with a few ringers as well, including two honest-to-goodness new songs by this particular lineup. Casey actually gets the first word with the introductory "Excommunicamus," a collage of samples that purees everything from sex squeals and church choirs to invocations of Satan and destruction, but after that it's full-band business galore. Kicking off like Only Theatre did, with "Cavity -- First Communion," the revitalized quartet tears into everything with the appropriate punk-inspired energy. Williams wisely doesn't try to replicate his 1982-era singing, instead favoring his higher, clearly Bowie-inspired quaver and jettisoning the bored moaning; he sounds like he's having the time of his life. Agnew shows no slack either, cranking out some great, freaky solos when he's so inclined, while Casey and Belanger keep the band and enthusiastic crowd moving. When it comes to the new songs, "Cry Baby" makes for a nicely fried glammy treat, while "Some Men/The Other" is even more so, an explicit early Bowie tribute that works wonders. In a telling homage to roots, Lou Reed's excoriating "Kill Your Sons" gets a strong runthrough, accompanied by an amusing intro from Williams.
Christian Death - Iconologia - Cassette tape on Triple X Records
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ReplyDeleteif you know where you go.
Seventh-Heaven.
If your name is in fact Nikki,
then I have a Big, Phat Surprise
for you for eternity; if not,
then you must repent N believe.
Either way,
Here's my desire in Seventh-Heaven
which you certainly may be a part of -
just gotta git your own rocket, men.
Young women I'd certainly allow:
If you wanna wiseabove this earth,
you'll someday BE in Seventh-Heaven
to make love with moi, aussi
soft, slow, smooth on a yacht...
on a waterbed... in a treehouse...
in a ski-resort... on the beach...
with thousands of menageAtrois...
anywhere, ya wild thang,
for 777ish sextillion years!!!
(yes, dear, that's a real number);
Wouldn't ya loooove a tall, erect
rocket ship with TWO, bulbous fuel-tanks
down below, cooling-off N steaming,
as we land on this rock-solid, pristine,
wild world where we could be fruitFULL??
Yet... not here.
not now.
not yet.
Can ya wait for this human?
I wanna please you N gratify you;
I wanna be on the bottom...
I wanna wrap my strong legs around you...
I wanna suckle N caress
your long, delicious, adorable nipples...
I wanna give you many, many, many, MANY
orgasms before I have my own,
as we'll roam through the universe
eXXXploring places to procreate...
☆Can't wait, dear☆
Here's how YOU and i can B1;
here's our proposal:
HEER YE! O HEER YE!!
I'd looove to meet you
in passionate, intoxicating,
larger-than-life Seventh-Heaven...
yet, you first must be prepared:
Find-out what RCIA means and join;
classes are free,
once per week,
starting early September.
Im sooo not better than you
...yet, I gotta lotta d'knowlijj
which'll save-your-soul, kapiche??
Sorry fo d'New Yoirk accent.
PS Turn-away from idolatry/indifference
(worshipping the world/laissez-faire).
Turn-away from mortal sin.
Turn 180°
Turn RITE.
reTurn to Jesus:
He'd looove for you to be
forgiven thru repentance.
Focus on Jesus!!!
Follow us to the Great Beyond.
Follow us to Seventh-Heaven.
Follow us to Holy Mass
& say the Rosary once per day.
Do the RCIA, too.
I. Love. You. earthling
I'll definitely pray for you
as you fully trustNjesus.
ALWAYS.
God bless your fruitful, indelible soul.
Yes, earthling, Im an NDE:
I know exactly what Almighty God
has prepared for those who love Him
and follow Him in this finite existence:
an eternal explosion-of-extravagance
which few are askin for anymore...
yet, 1-outta-1 bites-the-dust.
Strange how many people
DONT want everything
from our Creator.
Que cera cera.