Allow us a moment to reminisce without anyone casting any aspersions; for all intents and purposes we SHOULD be talking about those new Aphex Twin EPs or perhaps that new Belle And Sebastian if we knew what was good for us (and our record store "cool points")- but today we have to pause and reflect on Marilyn Manson. Years before Miley was leading the armies of selfie-addled tweens, an almost-comically misanthropic, androgynous ghoul named Marilyn Manson was shocking parents throughout the tail-end of the MTV generation. Often self-aggrandizing to the role of villainy in any of his incarnations, Manson's garish brand of obtuse "shock" rock has remained a constant tent pole in mainstream alternative rock.
Since his 1994 debut, "Portrait Of An American Family", Manson's slowly descended from the role of a manic teenage spaz-demon to that of an idiosyncratically aged vampire on his recent "The Pale Emperor". As The Pale Emperor himself has become fervently reclusive and private, so has his music- the oversexed guitars and tribal percussive thrust is still there, but it now sludges under the weight of the world, trudging like a one night stand thanks to Manson-newcomer/collaborator Tyler Bates (whose work as a film composer recently scored box-office blockbuster Guardians Of The Galaxy). The rage of his younger self has slowly dissipated into the fog of disappointment and disdain of adulthood and the results are intriguing to say the least.
Grab your copy of MARILYN MANSON'S "THE PALE EMPEROR" HERE!
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