Sunday, June 5, 2022

A Diamond Star Comeback: Def Leppard Still Matters




“If alcoholism, car crashes and cancer couldn’t kill us, the ’90s had no fucking chance.”


When Def Leppard singer Joe Elliott spoke these words during his band’s acceptance speech at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony in 2019, he added an air of levity and confidence to one of the rockiest narratives in music history. In addition to losing one member to addiction (guitarist Steve Clark, who left us in 1991) and almost losing one in a devastating car accident (drummer Rick Allen, who lost an arm in 1984) and another to Hodgkin’s Lymphoma (Clark’s replacement, Vivian Campbell, who’s still very much with us), the band struggled to overcome another near-fatal calamity at various points throughout the ’90s and well into the early 2000s: Declining public interest. This writer will never forget the sight of Def Leppard playing to a crowd of… hundreds… in San Bernardino, CA in 2005 as the opening act for Bryan Adams. It was a far cry from the band’s arena-conquering heights of yesterday and a clear sign that things were not going particularly well for one of the leading bands of the 1980s.

Of course, anyone remotely familiar with Def Leppard’s history should have known it would come back swinging one of these days. After all, 1987’s mega-selling Hysteria – the band’s major comeback following Allen’s accident – came out 35 years ago. The very fact that the band’s still in business after all this time is certainly enough reason to still have faith.

Well, great things come to those who wait.

After a string of fairly lukewarm albums that did little to elevate the band back to its past glories, the lads from Sheffield have finally delivered a (mostly) molten course correction with the recently released Diamond Star Halos.

Before diving in, let’s first get two critical things out of the way…

1. Def Leppard ceased being a dirty Rock band after 1981’s High ‘n’ Dry. Full stop. No amount of yearning for the past – and nothing on Diamond Star Halos – will ever reverse this fact.

2. Does Diamond Star Halos measure up to the band’s first four albums? Of course not. Is this still the best record these guys have put out since 1992’s Adrenalize and a helluva lot better than anyone could have reasonably expected the band to be at this stage of the game? Without question.

The members of Def Leppard have always readily acknowledged the internal impact of the ’70s Rock era that spawned them. Although they frequently displayed this fandom on their previous 11 albums – just listen to the clearly Thin Lizzy-inspired twin guitar opening to 1981’s “Bringing On The Heartbreak” and the music-hero-name-checking lyrics to 1987’s “Rocket” for starters – the fellas wear their influences on the sleeves in full force on Diamond Star Halos. Hell, even the album title is a reference to T-Rex’s “Bang A Gong”!

Fans got a taste of the new album’s sonic direction in March with the release of the single “Kick,” an absolutely brilliant throwback to the days when music fans bay city rolled their way to the record shop to purchase Sweet 45s.

While the brightest spots on the rest of the record embrace this retro vibe with great aplomb, they also dig deep into the band’s own classic sound to mine new treasures.

An all-out rocker as good as anything the band did in 1983, album opener “Take What You Want” could easily fit on Pyromania (really!), while “Liquid Dust,” “Gimme A Kiss,” “From Here To Eternity,” “All We Need” and the fantastic “SOS Emergency” remind the listener of Hysteria’s strongest tunes without reinstating the heavy layers of synthetic studio magic that often oversaturated that album’s production. In fact, much of Diamond Star Halos – especially in the drum and bass departments – showcases a considerably more organic sound than the band’s standard post-High ‘n’ Dry fare. (Let’s be honest here: As great as Hysteria is and will always be, most of it sounds about as human as an ’80s video game soundtrack.)

The album’s bona fide left-field moment, the midtempo near-Grunge stomper “Open Your Eyes,” finds Def Leppard stretching its musical legs via some of the most impressive interplay between Allen and bassist Rick Savage ever captured by the duo on record.

On paper, “Goodbye For Good This Time” and “Angels (Can’t Help You Now)” – both featuring former David Bowie sideman Mike Garson on piano – should be terrible: Requisite ballads replete with heavy orchestration and cringe-worthy lyrics that could have been scrolled on a napkin 30 seconds before the “record” button was hit. But when these tracks work, they work: The stringed breakdown at the 2:20 point of “Goodbye” is simply breathtaking, while Elliott’s slightly strained vocal performance on “Angels” adds enough edge to balance out the saccharine.

Unfortunately, not everything could be similarly saved. “Fire It Up” is disposable singalong fluff that would have been better served as a b-side than as the pre-album release single it inexplicably became. Despite its unfortunate title, “U Rok Mi” is okay enough – perfectly passable ’90s-era Leppard but not really much to write home about. The same goes for “Unbreakable,” a potentially killer number hamstrung by a head-scratching Pop production better suited for a Katy Perry song.

The two songs that feature Country-Bluegrass singer Alison Krauss range from somewhat tolerable (the appropriately named “Lifeless”) to downright insufferable (the horrendous “This Guitar”). Crossover tracks aren’t inherently bad when the combinations add something of value – both creatively and commercially – to the participants (and Krauss is certainly brilliant in her own right as an individual artist), but including these steam-depleting tracks on Diamond Star Halos is a concept that falls flat. When it comes to Diamond Star Halos’ low points, I suspect that at least some of this record was conceived in a boardroom.

From a marketing perspective, Diamond Star Halos hits all the necessary beats without challenging the listening public too much. From a lifelong fan’s perspective, I wish the band had dumped at least five of the album’s 15 tracks.

To be fair, Diamond Star Halos has the lofty task of appealing to three vastly different groups within Def Leppard’s current fanbase: The casual music fans who only know the hits, the middle-aged Pyromania/Hysteria fanatics and the old-school Metal headbangers who will always think “Wasted” off 1980’s On Through The Night is the best song the band ever wrote. Despite its occasional missteps, Diamond Star Halos largely succeeds in keeping everyone happy – and that’s all we should ask of any veteran act still releasing new music in 2022.

Flawed but still highly recommended.



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Saturday, June 4, 2022

REVIEW - The Ancients: Leveler





Although former New Jersey/current Nashville-based singer Fred Schreck is not a household name, he has been the voice of some of the most exciting American Alternative music of the past three-plus decades.

Way back in 1991, Schreck made a name for himself in New York City’s then-thriving underground music scene via the eponymous debut album by his band, The Ancients. Regulars at CBGB and the Luna Lounge and championed by none other than Joey Ramone, The Ancients seemed destined for greatness. Unfortunately, the band never gained widespread attention outside of its local scene and imploded before achieving mainstream success. Schreck soon re-emerged as the singer for Crush, a short-lived supergroup circa 1993 with former members of Killing Joke and Siouxsie and the Banshees that released a stellar self-titled major label album before suffering a similar fate. Schreck’s inability to break through the second time around said more about the fickle nature of the music business than it did about the man’s gifts at the mic. In a marketplace consumed by Grunge at the time, Schreck’s soulful, Goth-tinged voice was too easily overlooked.

Shortly after the Crush era, Schreck worked on a second Ancient album with longtime collaborator Morgan Visconti and a host of guests (including Killing Joke/Crush drummer Big Paul Ferguson) before the sessions were put on the shelf for nearly 20 years while Schreck relocated to Nashville and pursued an Alternative Country route with a group called The Billygoats. (Schreck’s return to more Rock-oriented sounds roughly a decade ago as a member of the fantastic Satellite Paradiso is also of note.) This long-lost Ancients album, finally released in 2015 as Mind, was easily one of the best records of that year and served as a reminder of Schreck’s strengths as a songwriter and singer.

Here’s a snippet of what I wrote about Mind at the time:

It would be a shame if the Schreck/Visconti partnership doesn't take advantage of Mind's arrival to create new sounds in the future. The world needs more music as perfect as this.

Thankfully, we finally have it. Released on May 13, The Ancients’ Leveler finds Schreck writing, arranging, producing and performing virtually every note. Initially conceived by Schreck as a solo project during lockdown, the album became the third official Ancients album upon Visconti’s return to co-write and perform various sonic duties on the track “Nihilist.” With help from Nashville-based engineer Joe Costa (Ben Folds/Amanda Palmer) and occasional contributions from drummers Frank Coleman (Satellite Paradiso/Bentmen/Secret Agent) and David “Pup” Roberts and guitarist Rich Pilger (perhaps best known among New Jersey music scene aficionados as a member of ’80s glam rockers Monroe), Schreck has created a solid new chapter in The Ancients’ discography and perhaps the most musically varied album in the group’s history.

Here are a few of the release’s many highlights:

The album charges out of the gate with a title track (co-written by Schreck’s old friend and pre-Ancients bandmate David Landolin) that showcases the singer’s exquisite guitar playing - a stunning blend of Schreck’s Satellite Paradiso bandmate John Ashton (The Psychedelic Furs) and the late Andy Gill of Gang of Four. This album opener is followed by the beautifully somber “Blue Seventeen,” a perfect 3am driving song that inspires thoughts of what it would be like if Robert Gordon sang in a David Lynch film. The lush, elegant and multi-layered “Tanto” falls somewhere between the best moments of Peter Murphy’s solo work and Country Life-era Roxy Music, while the brooding “Nihilist” is the track on Leveler that most reminds this writer of The Ancients’ classic ’91 debut. (A reissue of that first album is said to be in the works. I can’t think of a collection of songs more deserving of new life.)

Leveler’s greatest moment, the extraordinary “Blow,” harkens back to the vibe of New York City’s glory years. You can practically smell clove cigarettes and feel the sweat of a packed crowd within the old Limelight’s former church walls as the song – fueled by Schreck’s soaring vocals in the chorus and some truly outstanding drumming by Coleman – plays on. Album closer “The Eastern Sky” (co-written by Pilger, another one of Schreck’s old Jersey pals and pre-Ancients bandmates, who also makes a guest appearance on guitar) brings the proceedings to a rousing conclusion thanks in large part to impressive, effects-laden lead fretwork.

In a 1993 Swedish television interview, Andrew Eldridge of The Sisters of Mercy said the following when discussing why his band hadn’t reached the same level of sales as Roxette and other more successful bands of the era:

“We might not mean as much to as many people, but we mean more to the people that we reach […] Ultimately, if I have to choose between reaching more people or reaching a few people deeper, I would choose to reach a few people deeper every time.”

For my money, there’s no better series of words to also sum up The Ancients’ sporadic existence over the last 30 or so years. The previous two albums released under that moniker didn’t get anywhere near the attention and acclaim they deserved, but those listeners who know Schreck’s work have experienced an artist (italicized for a reason, folks) whose output never fails to intrigue and excite. Leveler is an incredible addition to the Ancients canon and easily one of the strongest albums of 2022. If you’re new to what Schreck has to offer, this is an excellent place to start.

Leveler is available on all streaming platforms.


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Alchemy and Anarchy: Voïvod Reappears in America


L to R: Chewy, Snake, Away and Rocky of Voïvod (Photo credit: Catherine Deslauriers)


As tons of bands finally make their long-delayed return to stages around the globe, it’s no surprise that the veteran sonic alchemists of Voïvod are back with perhaps the most musically adventurous tour of the year.


After kicking off 2022 with the February release of its extraordinary 15th studio album, Synchro Anarchy, the band is now a day away from blasting through a North American run that concludes June 19th at the Brighton Music Hall in Boston.

Voïvod’s return to American soil is significant to this writer for several reasons. One, the current incarnation of the quartet – original members Michel “Away” Langevin (drums) and Denis “Snake” Belanger (vocals) alongside guitarist Daniel “Chewy” Mongrain and bassist Dominic “Rocky” Laroche – has spent recent years creating music that easily meets (and often exceeds) the high standard set by 1988’s Dimension Hatröss, 1989’s Nothingface and other early Voïvod classics. Two, the group is a perennial favorite of this very website via years’ worth of band member interviews and album reviews. (Check out the links at the end of this piece.) Three, this band has been creating its unique brand of wildly inventive Metal for nearly 40 years now. If you’ve never caught Voïvod live, now is the time to experience an esoteric ride like no other.

The COVID-19 era has not been kind to professional musicians, and Voïvod is one of many acts that faced considerable roadblocks and delays over the past two-plus years. Fortunately, the group has never been one to surrender to great challenges. Although the death of a key member has destroyed more than a few bands, Voïvod rose above the tragic 2005 passing of legendary original guitarist Denis "Piggy" D’Amour to create music that honors its fallen comrade’s spirit while moving its sound into thrilling new territories. (Those new to Voïvod’s post-Piggy output should immediately give 2018’s The Wake a listen.)

As Snake told me last year, “When we decided to keep going without Piggy, I think [Away and I] both had the same intention to keep Voïvod alive no matter what in honor of him. We said to his parents at the funeral that we wanted to do music in order to keep it and the spirit of Piggy alive as long as we could. It certainly bound a lot of things between me and [Away] when the tragedy happened, and that’s why we keep on doing it. We’re not going to give up easily after going through such things. Even the COVID’s not going to kill us!”

Four decades after co-founding the band, Away maintains his enthusiasm for all things Voïvod.

“Just to still be touring and recording is amazing,” he shared with me in 2018. “The people into Voïvod are very loyal; I really owe that to them. It really motivates me into writing a new album so they can hear it and we can go and play it all across the planet and meet our friends again year and year. It’s really my love of playing and recording music that keeps me going.”

As the tour progresses, I’m going to make it a point to avoid any mentions of the band’s current setlist. As always with Voïvod, I want to be surprised and enthralled – the same emotions I feel every time these guys release new music. I cannot wait until Away, Snake, Chewy and Rocky touch down in Boston for my latest opportunity to experience performers who are always distinctly themselves.


Voïvod US Tour Dates:
June 5: Detroit, MI - Small’s
June 6: Chicago, IL - Reggies
June 8: Huntington, WV - The Loud
June 9: Columbus, OH - Ace of Cups
June 10: Philadelphia, PA - The Fillmore Decibel Magazine Metal and Beer Festival (There will be a Voïvod beer)
June 11: Baltimore, MD - Ottobar
June 13: Pittsburgh, PA - Crafthouse
June 14: Buffalo, NY - Rec Room
June 15: Cleveland, OH - Grog Shop
June 17: Brooklyn, NY - Market Hotel
June 18 Liverpool, NY - Sharkey’s
June 19 Boston, MA - Brighton Music Hall

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Monday, May 9, 2022

"Abominate" the Empire State: DOYLE Destroys New York




Doyle Wolfgang Von Frankenstein live at The Chance, 4/9/2022



Author’s Note: The following is a companion piece to this feature from 2015.

In April 1977, a trio of musicians from New Jersey calling themselves The Misfits hit the stage at CBGB in New York City to perform in front of a live audience for the first time. In the nearly seven years that followed, the band (a.k.a. singer Glenn Danzig, bassist Jerry Only and various drummers and guitarists along the way) carved out a notorious niche for themselves in the American underground music scene thanks to its unique blend of horror-inspired imagery and insanely catchy songwriting.

Unfortunately, The Misfits infamously imploded in October 1983 – a good half-decade before the group’s cult following grew by leaps and bounds thanks to archival releases, album reissues and a big shot in the arm via two covers recorded by some band named Metallica. Only and his brother Doyle Wolfgang Von Frankenstein (who joined The Misfits on guitar in 1980 at the tender age of 16) would finally take advantage of this posthumous attention by forming their own version of the band in 1995 with new members Michale Graves (vocals) and Dr. Chud (drums). On October 30th of that year – one day past the 12th anniversary of the band’s final show with Danzig at the mic – The Misfits appeared on stage at The Chance in Poughkeepsie, NY as special surprise guests of the evening’s headliner, Type O Negative. This event marked the official return of the band and Doyle’s first-ever appearance on the Chance stage.

A lot has happened since then. The first post-Danzig Misfits lineup lasted five years before grinding to a halt in 2000. Doyle, who split with The Misfits in 2001 shortly after Only took over lead vocal duties, resurfaced a few years later as a frequent special guest performer on Danzig tours and as the leader of the short-lived band Gorgeous Frankenstein. Since 2013, he has led a second group, Doyle, with singer Alex Story (Cancerslug) and a revolving-door rhythm section that at one time featured his old Misfits bandmate Chud. When not hitting clubs around the world with his own band these days, Doyle has spent the last six years playing for substantially larger crowds whenever “The Original Misfits” (a snazzy but inaccurate moniker given to what is essentially the band’s legendary 1980-1982 lineup – the band’s fifth official incarnation* – minus drummer Arthur Googy and with ex Slayer/current Testament timekeeper Dave Lombardo and former Murderdolls guitarist Acey Slade in tow) decides to announce a show and immediately sell out an arena. With only one “Original Misfits” show scheduled for 2022 as of this writing – and after being cooped up for the better part of two years due to the pandemic – Doyle recently brought his band back to the road for the US leg of his awesomely titled “Abominate the World as We Die World Tour.” On April 9 – mere days ahead of the 40th anniversary of that very first Misfits show at CBGB – his latest trek touched down where the second chapter of The Misfits’ storied career began.


Alex Story, Wade Murff and Doyle Wolfgang Von Frankenstein of DOYLE



As anyone who’s heard Doyle and Jerry’s late-’80s band Kryst the Conqueror knows, the guitarist’s preferred playing style moved away from straight-up Punk decades ago. (As the man himself told me in 2017, “I’m more into Metal; that’s the direction I’m going with ‘Doyle.’”) Not surprisingly, Doyle’s music falls somewhere between Cowboys from Hell-era Pantera and the heaviest songs off The Misfits’ Famous Monsters. The menacing “Witchcraft” and the ’50s-flavored “DreamingDeadGirls” – two songs that could have found comfortable spots in Graves-era Misfits – were shining moments of the Chance performance that exemplified this sonic direction.

Physically speaking, Doyle is Doyle – a towering physical presence who still pounds his fucking guitar like a jackhammer. (Some of you will get that reference, surely.) As a musician…well…Doyle is Doyle in that department, too. The guy’s never been Yngwie Malmsteen, but he always delivers enough muscle and musical force to enthrall a crowd.

Full marks also go to the stellar rhythm section of bassist Brandon “Izzy” Strate and drummer Wade Murff for keeping the train on the tracks as Doyle and Story stomped and slammed their way around the stage.

Brandon "Izzy" Strate and Alex Story of DOYLE


Although Doyle the band didn’t perform a single note of Misfits material during its headlining set, I couldn’t help but be transported back in time to the last time I saw Doyle the man play that stage. I was fortunate enough to ride up with The Misfits to The Chance on October 30, 1995. To see Doyle up there in 2022 – from the exact spot on the floor I stood to watch him play in 1995 – was worth this most recent trip alone. And when I looked at Doyle on that stage last month, I didn’t just see him – I also saw Peter Steele (RIP), Graves and Jerry up there nearly 30 years ago as my mind filled with memories of a special night I was lucky enough to experience when I was barely 18 years old. To make the evening even more surreal, I spotted a guy in the audience wearing a Misfits “Jurek Skull” shirt – a design that is significantly tied to the band members and the people who accompanied them to the ’95 show – and later walked out of the club to find a large van parked outside in the exact spot where The Misfits had parked theirs that night. Yes, this is all very nerdy even by typical Misfits “fiend” standards, but it was still nice to have such strong reminders of great memories from my past.

It’s incredibly rare for someone to remain relevant in the music industry 42 years after their first gig, but Doyle is still out there punching his guitar and swinging his devilock a few months shy of his 58th birthday. Sure, playing in a band as iconic as The Misfits surely helped Doyle open the door to a solo career, but it’s up to him to come up with the goods to stay in the room. Based on his band’s latest performance at The Chance, the monstrous motherfucker is gonna stick around for as long as he damn well pleases.

*This figure is based on official Misfits recording lineups and does not include any temporary lineups that existed between 1977 and 1983.

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Thursday, April 7, 2022

Revenge of the Vegan Monster: DOYLE Returns to the Road


Doyle and Alex Story of DOYLE



How many guys do you know are three years shy of 60, in better physical shape now than they were in their thirties and have the balls to go on tour during a pandemic?

Welcome to the world of Doyle Wolfgang Von Frankenstein – legendary Misfits guitar beater, devout vegan and one of the most no-bullshit guys in music. While some acts are still reluctant to return to the road, Doyle and his eponymous solo band are currently blazing through the east coast of America and have upcoming dates planned in Spain and London. In addition to keeping his entrepreneurial ball in the air via his own lines of hot sauce and protein powder, Doyle will soon jump in the music equipment game with the official launch of his new company, Von Frankenstein Monster Gear. That’s a helluva lot of plates to spin, but such a hefty work ethic is nothing new for a blue-collar guy from Jersey who was already recording and gigging with The Misfits by the time he was 16.

Anyone who ventures into a Doyle show in 2022 will witness someone who has kept healthy – and stayed built like a brick shithouse – in the age of COVID-19. A vegan for years, he passed his lockdown-imposed time off the road by maintaining his daily workout routine and strict no-animal diet.

“I haven’t been sick since – fuck, man – 2017.”

Although Doyle is always ready to pummel audiences from the stage, fans shouldn’t expect to chat with him after the gig this time around. Meet-and-greets – a long-running staple of Doyle tours despite the guitarist’s outspoken discomfort with the practice – are now off the table in favor of social distancing.

“I like it better, honestly. I do them after the show, and now I don’t have to. That’s so great!”

When not hitting the stage or his weights, Doyle (joined in his band by singer Alex Story, bassist Brandon “Izzy” Strate and drummer Wade Murff) is prepping his first music since 2017’s Doyle II: As We Die. Twenty-five new songs are currently in the works, but the listening public will have to put up or shut up if they want to hear them.

“I think we’re going to do a Patreon and just put out singles,” he reveals. “We’ll do an album after we put out like maybe 10 [songs], and put two more on and put it out, but you’re not going to get our stuff [unless] you buy it on Patreon. I’ve had enough of this streaming bullshit. We don’t make any money with streaming – like, nothing.”

At a time when fewer music sales means less gas in the tank to make the next gig, Doyle sees crowdsourcing platforms as the way to go.

“[Patreon] is a good idea because, number one, you’re gonna get paid for it. Number two, you can just keep touring while you’re putting the singles out because you have a new song out, you know? And if you don’t join the Patreon, you don’t fucking hear it. So, there you go.”

When Doyle rolls into Poughkeepsie, NY this Saturday to play at The Chance on a bill pairing him with the fantastic Wednesday 13, it will be his latest performance at a venue that has a more significant place in Misfits lore than some may realize. On the night of October 30, 1995, Doyle joined his brother, bassist Jerry Only, there for the first onstage appearance of The Misfits since 1983. The historic moment occurred during an encore of a Type O Negative show and also served as the official introduction of then-new Misfits singer Michale Graves. The surprise performance was incredible (as were the backstage antics that followed – read my recollections here) and kickstarted the second phase of Doyle’s career. Nearly 27 years later, the man’s coming back to the joint to show the rest of us how it’s done.

Forty years after the release of The Misfits’ Walk Among Us, Doyle is still charging ahead with enough musical and physical muscle to stay at the top of his game. Few people can say they’ve survived the music industry for 42 years and have gone from playing Punk dives to headlining Madison Square Garden. In Doyle’s mind, success comes down to never giving up on what he was meant to do.

“It’s just a drive; you never feel like you’ve made it yet. You keep going and going and going. It’s fun.”




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Sunday, April 3, 2022

REVIEW - Killing Joke: Lord of Chaos



Surely, I'm not the only one who's noticed that the growing sense of dread currently felt in certain parts of the world coincides with the release of new Killing Joke music.

Although Killing Joke has been far from prolific in the 30-plus years since its first comeback via 1990’s Extremities, Dirt And Various Repressed Emotions, the band always seems to reappear just as the world takes another bleak turn towards oblivion. Extremities landed mere months into the Gulf War, while 2003’s eponymous album – released after a seven-year hiatus for the group – arrived during the early months of the Iraq War.

Killing Joke is always a cathartic and life-affirming experience. This writer will never forget seeing the band live in Boston less than a week after the Marathon bombings. “We want to be part of your healing!” announced singer Jaz Coleman from the stage during the most blistering Killing Joke set I’ve ever seen. I’m pretty confident that everyone in the club felt the band’s notorious “white heat” that evening. In a city still suffering the aftermath of unfathomable loss, Killing Joke was there – right on time as always – to be a beacon of light amidst the madness.

Now, at a time when people are struggling to exist amidst everything from economic decline to an invisible mass killer, the band’s original quartet – Coleman, guitarist Geordie Walker, bassist Martin “Youth” Glover and drummer Big Paul Ferguson – gift us with its first new music in seven years.

When Killing Joke last appeared on record with 2015’s absolutely molten Pylon, the decades-old band effortlessly shattered any notion that time had diminished its notorious fire. Now, 43 years after the outfit's debut EP, that same unmistakable Killing Joke rage is felt on Lord Of Chaos, a four-song release featuring two new studio tracks and two remixes of past material (and once again packaged in evocative artwork courtesy of longtime collaborator Mike Coles).

At his angriest and most incendiary, Coleman can be a venomous monster at the mic – an unhinged, face-painted opera phantom spewing proclamations of doom with a throaty growl. While he delivers plenty of pre-apocalyptic bile this time around, his greatest moments on the EP come when he showcases the softer feel he first mastered on 1985’s Night Time and 1986’s Brighter Than A Thousand Suns. Musically speaking, the title track finds Killing Joke continuing the overall sonic direction of Pylon – certainly one of the heaviest albums in the band’s discography in spots – while embracing touches of the band’s more melodic moments. (Think Night Time’s “Darkness Before Dawn” meets “Corporate Elect” off 2012’s MMXII.)


This duality is also felt on the EP’s strongest moment, “Total.” Everyone (particularly Geordie, forever Killing Joke not-so-secret weapon) is firing on all cylinders, resulting in the finest four and a half minutes Killing Joke has put on disc since the original lineup reformed in 2008.

The word “remix” often indicates a groan-inducing mixed bag for me. In my long (and, to be honest, often reluctant) experience with the medium, results have ranged from awe-inspiring when the task of reimagining another artist’s song is placed in the right hands (the work of Justin Broadrick and Jim Thirlwell immediately comes to mind) to dead-weight filler when clearly dumped on a release to drag out its runtime. (Let’s think back to most remix EPs released by major Alt-Industrial acts in the ’90s, slap ourselves awake and swiftly move on, shall we?) The dancey “Motorcade Mix” of the Pylon track “Big Buzz” won’t set the world on fire but is fine enough (mainly because the original track’s melody is go damn great), while Youth wraps up the Lord Of Chaos EP with a seven minute-plus Dub interpretation of the Pylon number “Delete.” Look, Youth is Youth – a lovely chap and a master at what he does – and this track is certainly Youth-y. That said, Dub mixes have never really been my bag despite my deep respect for the man’s many talents in this and many other departments. (I probably just need to take in the tune over a good spliff!)

Al Jourgensen of Ministry once joked that his band always makes its best music whenever a Republican is the leader of the free world. Killing Joke always generates its most striking sounds of exorcism and healing whenever mankind descends into darkness. Considering that conflict and struggle are forever intertwined with the human experience, don’t expect these lads to stop showing us a way forward any time soon.





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