Let's try with a recipe: take the Sisters of Mercy and put them in the cauldron, letting them simmer on a slow fire. Then add the glamorous rhetoric of the more exhibitionist White Duke and the dark sound of various dark bands from England of a couple of decades ago; cook patiently, adding a pinch of fashionable nihilism, a strong inclination for live performance, and the (falsely) inconsolable mood of the black-dressed youngsters. There you go, if the cooking times are just right, the cauldron should produce London After Midnight, ready to be served at the table. An LA-origin dish perfect for the Zillo festival et similia. Probably the most important receptacle of gothic rock moods from the troubled nineties. A single recommendation: if you're the type who "ahh no, I only like Pink Floyd and Serious Music" (a statement worthy of debate accompanied by batons), this dish is not for you, it will be indigestible. It is necessary, in short, to dispel any doubts by revealing the murderer: it is easy-listening for vampire ears.
This album was released in 1996, in the midst of the flannel-checkered-shirt era, and contrasts with that Cobainian aesthetic of self-destruction with the glitter and sequins of gothic transvestism, facade existentialism for revelers with a penchant for the macabre, pure melodramatic rhetoric. Given these premises, the various tracks faithfully respond to the style of this imagery: "The Bondage Song", "Innocence Lost", "Hate", and "Letter To God"... predictable and comfortingly easy ballads adorned with that winking cursedness reinforced by Sean Brennan's remarkable vocal quality, the singer, guitarist, and, indeed, deus ex machina of the LAM. The success of this group lies mainly in the spectacular nature of their concerts and their haunted house theatricality.
London After Midnight is no longer the gloomy city of the old smelly docks where the shadow of the good Jack the Ripper roamed for ultraviolence feasts. They have rebuilt London with steel and glass, and now it is elegant and brightly lit, a new ville lumiere a bit sly and a bit ruthless where you find everything...