Memento Mori - Rhymes of Lunacy (1993)

This is one album I was very excited about. As a major Candlemass fan - I had many of their albums on cassette, I had been highly disappointed when Messiah left, and was thus very happy to see him starting a new project. Other members of Memento Mori included Mike Wead of Hexenhaus. Anyhow, needless to say I ordered it as soon as it became available and eagerly awaited its arrival.

As far as albums go, it's not a particularly dramatic cover-  the purple on black print renders it almost invisible and the cover is fairly plain but quite nifty, featuring the MM bat emblem. I used to draw that all over my school books.

*sigh* Ahh, nostalgia.

Inside there is only the lyrics to one song - but that's okay because you can't read them anyway due to the dark font. There's a photo of the band, in which Messiah looks very rotund and everyone else looks like a long-haired clone. The centre double-page spread is taken up with advertisements for other Black Mark albums.

The album opens with the atmospheric chords of instrumental "The Rhyme", the guitar sounding faintly oriental and fairly moody and dramatic.

It merges seamlessly into the achingly slow chords of "Seeds of Hatred". Messiah's voice is still a thing of power and beauty, swelling into a crescendo that could lift volcanic ash into the sky and move the earth. The drums are slow and slightly trebbly.

"Morbid Fear" brings with it a heavily brooding sound and ominous choruses:

"Deep within your soul, wayward child..."

Also some nicely dramatic and intricate guitar-work, intermingling with slamming bass. Strong harmonising.

With strength and power, "The Caravan of Souls" marches on - slowly, ponderously yet a force to be reckoned with. They are the power, the ominous and the intricate. Wead is truly a fine guitarist. Lead by Messiah's Voice, more souls are drawn to join the journey.

With the aching cry of the desert wind, and the beat of hooves (or rather, drums), we approach "Lost Horizons".  The technical aspects and slow rhythms herald the looming and the ominous. Intense and dramatic, powerful. Strong harmonising.

With the subtility of a steamroller, the immensity of "When Nothing Remain" advances like an avalanche. Messiah's voice builds into soaring, roaring from the heavens, punctuated by staccato drumbeats and an ominous wall of sound. The lyrics are filled with the futility of everything we say and do:

"Do you believe our souls survive to live on lucky clouds above?
Or do you fear, when our time is up, something evil awaits below?"

More twiddly guitar strokes and we enter into the instrumental "Forbidden Dreams".

"Little Anne's not an Angel" is something a bit different, it has lyrics suited for a glam song but is, of course, still laden with the ominous and the powerful. The vocals are strong, but threatening, the chorus pretty epic - but then again, so is everything that comes from Messiah's throat. Little Anne's fate is a sad and depressing one. She's not an Angel, and she sin after sin won't get to Heaven. She sells herself and loses her soul and ends up in Hell.

With a long and drawn out beginning: "The Fear of God" involves some pretty intensive guitar and a lot of drum. Then the vocals crack in, and the pacing turns slightly playful - in a slow and looming kinda way.

"The Riddle" starts low, with the rising of the wind and guitars, weaving a spiralling and intricate pattern, like swirling smoke or a dust-cloud looming.

"The Monolith" looms, Messiah's voice like musical thunder whilst the guitar falls like raindrops.

Induitably a powerful album, a force of musical nature. Powerful, but lacking the heartbreaking emotional of Candlemass. Messiah's voice is fine, Wead is a superb guitarist and the compositions are solid and ominous, but it lacks a little in emotion and spirit. Best played LOUD.

Rating = 6.5/10.

Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)

After all that tenor and falsetto, I feel like something a bit lower, a bit slower, a bit moodier. Therefore, it is time to slip on one of my Type O cds.

There is something about Peter Steele's voice - so low, so somber, so emotional and powerful. Alas, on April 14th, 2010, aged only 48, he died of heart failure. It was a bitter day for the goth metal world. Standing 6'8" and with a history of cocaine and alcohol abuse, I guess his body was overworked. The negative edge to the lyrics, the self deprecation and general angst were also a sign of his mental health, as he suffered also from depression.

The legacy he left behind was seven albums and nine music videos. I'll try to find some that fit in with this review.

Like most (or perhaps all) Type O albums, "October Rust" is green and black, only the title and the band being written in the actual colours of october rust. Four vertical stems, thorny rose stalks, bissect the cover if the booklet, and on the back the band stare out. Monochromatic, scowling, their long black hair resembling hoods. Steele himself looks rather like a vampire. On it are the words:

"Functionless art is simply tolerated vandalism.
We are the vandals."

Inside, the lyrics share page space with autumnal scenes creating a melancholic, somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

The album opens with "Bad Ground" - 37 seconds of long, drawn out static, followed by an introduction by the band - complete with chicken noises.

First actual track, "Love you to Death" starts low and smooth - Steele's voice a rich caress to the aural senses. His low, bass-baritone vocals stir something deep in the soul, although mostly he sings at a slightly higher pitch. The keyboards and solemn melodies entwine into something that is somehow both romantic and melancholic at the same time. It ends with the heartfelt plea:

"Am I good enough for you? Am I? Am I?"

"Be my Druidess" has an electronic edge to the music and a faster paced, slightly more upbeat mood. This seems to be about pagan rituals involving sex, something which can easily be concluded by the closing lines*. Darkly romantic.

Still slow, "Green Man" is rich with verdant goodness, the music feeling organic and alive.

Heart-breaking "Red Water (Christmas Mourning)" is possibly the saddest Christmas song ever. Slow, poignant and melancholic. The lyrics say it all:

"My table's been set for but seven, just last year I dined with eleven..."

Steele's deep voice, with its slightly liliting, accented edge to it, combined with the slow rhythms and dejected Christmas bells are enough to bring a tear to the eye.

 In a completely different vein, we have "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend" with its more upbeat rhythms, catchy chorus and rather silly and colourful video clip.

"Die with Me" starts with almost whispy vocals, gentle and mournful, accompanied by acoustic guitars.

This is followed by the rather repetitive "Burnt Flowers Fallen".

The cruisy, almost soothing "In Praise of Bacchus" is another richly organic piece. Vocals are slightly distorted and fuzzy. The fade-out is haunting and lingers, like smoke after a flame is extinquished, flaring again to complete the track.

Now for a cover song - Neil Young's "Cinnamon Girl" is treated to Steele's deep and magnificant vocals.

"The Glorious Liberation of the People's Technocratic Republic of Vinnland by the Combined Forces of the United Territories of Europa" is a weird instrumental that is over before I finished typing the title. I had to listen to it twice. It's slightly ominous, with chanting and cheering. I'm sure there's something deeply meaninful about it, but I don't get it.

The beautiful and haunting "Wolf Moon (Including Zoanthropic Paranoia)" opens with piano and violins (or bass). If you don't know what this song is about, read the lyrics carefully. If you still don't know, then it's probably better that way. It is another slightly murky sounding piece, over which Steele's voice rings out loud and low and clear and true.

The spectral and epic "Haunting" concludes the album. It starts slow and dramatic, looming beats and achingly wrenching vocals.

There's a final message from Peter too.

Although generally I prefer the higher, more operatic male vocals, I would have to say that the lower ones - like Steele and Brennare, definitely seem to stir something visceral within me.

Haunting, melancholic, beautiful, romantic - these are all words that can be used to describe this album. It's a fine offering from a fine band. We will remember you Peter, your legacy lives on in your music.

Rating = 8/10.

*Which are far prefereable to Quorthon's statements in his horribly grunge-esque solo track: "No More and Never Again"