I had so wanted to hate this.
But Ghost just make it so difficult.
They’re saccharine, derivative, stupid looking – enough to make you want to throw their cd from the car window at the shameless catering to the lowest common retro denominator of it all.
And yet otherwise sane metallers turn to goo over their pap.
In many ways this album is the answer to the conundrum. Ghost prove with it that they are, in fact, irresistable.
It’s unarguable. As soon as ‘Rats’ opens, it’s clear that they’ve established an actual bit of heaviness for once, both through eyebrow raisingly assertive beat and the power of the guitar tone.
‘Faith’ could have been the theme tune to an 80s kids cartoon (why does Trap Door come to mind?), meaning you love it without even realising why.
‘See The Light’ is total bollocks with its preposterous rolled r’s, but ‘Miasma’ is a joyous pastiche (‘fusion’ gives it too much) of everything from their usual wellspring of influences – Jeff Lynne, John Michel Jarre, Queen, Alice Cooper.
‘Dance Macabre’ is less the albums musical centrepiece than the band’s all to overt audition for the next big song on Glee.
I’m not even going to go any farther save to say that ‘Pro Memoria’ is just impossibly camp, even for them.
We all know what they’re about, and so many people now think its genius that it’s futile standing King Canute like in front of the waves of their fame.
It’s pish, truly. But some of it is alright.
The metal equivalent of a white wine spritzer, in every possible way. Yes, I’ll have another, Tobias good man.
3.2 / 5 – Earl Grey ::: 02/07/18