Industrial
mayhem! That's what this is. Forget Glam, forget Cock Rock...Shotgun Messiah
have torched their old wardrobe and booted all their former styles into
oblivion with this sonic nailbomb of a third album.
Megadeth meets The Sisters Of Mercy. Trent Reznor mixes Mötley Crüe.
Shotgun Messiah are not so much reborn as totally transmogrified - and
the new breed is one violent sonofabitch. The cynics can say they're bandwagon
jumping till they're blue in their face, but Shotgun Messiah can merely
look back and laugh as they cough in their dust.
The band is now a duo of Tim Skold (bass/growled-through-a-waste-disposal-unit
vocals) and Harry Cody (very angry guitars) - plus a drum machine - but,
thanks to producer Cybersank, they sound like 1000 Homo DJ's laying waste
to civilization. And do you know what the ***really*** scary part is?
Beneath nearly all of it, are things called songs...
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Y'know, choruses, melodies, hooklines. Stuff you can hum on the bus between
meals without ruining your appetite for destruction. Fill your head with
noise. Punch holes in walls. Fall back and bleed in amazement. If Mötley
Crüe really wanna come back strong - this is what they're gonna have
to sound like.
Absolute proof that Big Rock has a future.
XXXX 1/2
Neil
Jeffries
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