Doctor Midnight & The Mercy Cult
I Declare: Treason

And here is Doctor Midnight: Hank Von Helvete.

What the hell is he doing in a band again? Only he knows. He left Turbonegro (which had been struggling for a couple of albums anyway) saying that, after detoxing from alcohol and various drugs, he could not meet his expectations as a musician. Eh? And here he is again. But... no more denim. Closed are the cobra erections in the service of the global Turbojugend and opened the chapter of the Cult of Compassion. Around the hearth gather characters like the KMFDMiano Tim Skold and the Satyriconiaco Anders Odden and they throw into the fire what they hold dearest.

"Sign My Name" is a deadly blow, the guitars are saturated to the max, it's an alien and cubic heavy metal that awaits us in this album, which is evident when Hank opens his mouth, unleashing the spirit of Alice Cooper through a monstrous anthem that ends with a heavy eighties harmonization that stands out. Skold's industrial metal soul soon emerges in the vehement "Bleed Idiot Bleed", a psychotic pull of electrified guitars from which a nice bass regurgitation erupts, crashing into a feral chorus and opening even more into the following desperate bridge that shows all of Skold's factory soul, sliding slyly beneath guitars and drums. And enters the scene an angry spooky shock rock with the single "(Don't) Waste It", crawling under the threshold of pain and opening in a perfectly off-key chorus, there's still some denim in our veins, and the middle part of the song is a rib of the Black Sabbath's bell toll. And their ghost, their mutated gene, stagnates in the doomy "OK (We're Just About To Die)" with the voice reciting the final homily. And the two-headed monster, one with the features of King Diamond, the other stamped with the name Ministry, of "Misconception" is frightening, the verse is a bastard stomp, the guitars cut the face like six punk strings filled with hate, and they drive the gas of a crazy machine that completely loses its head on the implosive rage of the semi-off-kilter "Revenge" that seems here to mimic Mr. Satyr.

This is a monstrous hybrid that must be observed for a long time. And if it got a Turbonegro fan (who, apart from Hank, have nothing to do with this crap) like me excited, that says it all. Is that enough for you?