1. Brandenburg Gate -4:19
2. The View -5:17
3. Pumping Blood -7:24
4. Mistress Dread -6:51
5. Iced Honey -4:36
6. Cheat On Me -11:26
7. Frustration -8:34
8. Little Dog -8:01
9. Dragon -11:08
10. Junior Dad -19:29
… Outside of the night the dogs bark, but you cannot see their teeth, the howl of the inquisitors is hiding behind the black sunglasses, it creates the rock as a faltering architecture. This electricity is undergoing in its 17 years, wield for spitting in the bitter seed in the face of the world. Who could hear it, who could understand otherwise the feverish apocalypse of the horsemen, virtuosos of the brutal, eclectic when the mass desires them to be simply electric.
The clash of the Titans. The Genesis too.
It’s staggering, but does not fall… crowded garbage cans and other bloodied street sherds, filled preservative and emptied libraries, lick the toes of the smuggler souls, so that finally they take you to the discharge cellars. This music feels the piss, it’s stroking the shoulders of death and so much better because the Velvet was not The Doors.
More than collaboration, we are talking here about an absolute symbiosis, two artistic entities, the summit of their prerogatives, to give birth to an understandable euphoria, an absolute leader of work exceeding the limited strictures of often self-absorbed Metal (and often from a conservative and framework mainstream audience) and imposing the work stamped “Rock” in 2012.
“Lulu”, written by the German Frank Wedekind, narrates the social rise and fall of a woman who goes to a murderer that she loved …and that finally became a prostitute before she sank and died. Almost a 90 minutes emotional vertigo where everything is possible, raped tags, blinding lights, you know, when you walk in the shit it leaves for sure traces. The mud is our best friend, it barriers us to a sumptuous cloak, princes of nothing for a defined time, you know that the demons like that dirt, blood and vomit. This shit is regenerative, it feeds our souls and swollen errors, cracked by both of bad taste and damage, as a stretchmark on the baby’s skin.
Lulu, musical abecedaire of a vision, tree genealogy of rock n roll circus , testament of rock & pure oxygen.
Transform the Machine, and spit the bile, and leave the Stock Market to scream. The success of the company will be decried, it cannot be otherwise. And it is the pledge that this sensory adventure merits, bondage music, this ode to life does not sell off cheaply its charms to the first premature ejaculator.
10 titles distributed on 2 cd, many of them exceed 6 mins, a perfect artwork and production of a subliminal clarity makes this album a sacred and powerful collection. Lou Reed has never sung (spoken) as well, and Metallica loves to play. The fun is contagious. The music is a virus.
The last track “Junior Dad” with its 19:29 minutes enlight the listener to a pure auditory miracle, and you can say:
I cried. I screamed. I betrayed. But great God, I felt alive.
Just a moment
Engraved in Soul.
Reviewed by MEL DELACROIX