sábado, 12 de diciembre de 2015
"With The Pale Emperor, Marilyn Manson finally realized the goth-metal album he had been threatening to make since he declared himself the "Antichrist Superstar" back in '96. All he needed was a little restraint. Where the Manson of yore reveled in over-the-top, garish showmanship — the first words he bellowed on his 1994 debut were "I am the God of Fuck" — the stately Pale Emperor, age 46, would rather swagger his way through eerie textures, primal drums and whining guitar to whisper about feeling lonely before, naturally, dubbing himself the "Mephistopheles of Los Angeles" on one of the record's standouts. Moody tracks like "Third Day of a Seven Day Binge" and "Odds of Even" serve as treatises on the after-effects of decadence, while the disco-ish "Deep Six" is the best dance-floor banger he's come up with since "The Beautiful People." Gone, though, are the thumping signposts of nu-metal (save a couple of cheeky one-liners), replaced instead with echoes of Bauhaus, Bowie and, most surprising, the blues. For once, Manson's true voice — husky, morose, full — shines through. Our boy's all grown up. K.G."
"Is there anyone who has the swagger or delivers a seethingly sinister sound as good as Marilyn Manson these days? On "The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles," Manson reclaims a bit of "The Beautiful People" swinging groove, but plays it even darker. As he states in the song, he'll "rise to every occasion." In this case, he's correct as "The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles" feels like a true standout offering from his Pale Emperor album, ready to sit alongside some of his best works, making it our choice for Best Rock Song of 2015."