Marilyn Manson
Eat Me, Drink Me.

THE REVIEW

Every time I listen to Brian Warner sing in Marilyn Manson, I can't help but think that he is the best living embodiment of current American society. With so many virtues and terrifying flaws; with charm but arrogance; with a style, but not unique; original yes, but too "intentionally kitsch" to be considered a refined artist. Very intelligent, cultured, and capable of being unique in copying others. In one word, a bluff.

A fake rebel, who, however, has the courage to admit doing it for money, glory, and fame. Omega is now Marilyn Manson, just as much as Mustaine is Megadeth or Reznor is NIN. To the point that almost everyone thinks, not without reason, that it is his stage name and not that of the band. For the rest, the other members are mercenaries in constant change, and certainly not virtuosos of their respective instruments except for the ex-Ramirez (indeed passed under Reznor's protective wing) and the decent "Ginger" on drums always tight and '80s. We have arrived at the sixth album of the band from 1994 to today, and I must say that personally, I am a fan of the second and third albums (Antichrist Superstar and Mechanical Animals) while I honestly find all the rest of the production unlistenable. Maybe because "Antichrist" was largely written by Reznor, maybe because "Animals" is actually a '80s pop-dance album disguised as hard rock, but I still appreciate those albums years later. The rest is "garbage," a remake of the early singles without a hint of innovation. With one exception, allow me... the '80s covers that our friend occasionally flaunts. EXCEPTIONAL! See: Sweet Dreams, Tainted Love, etc... really remarkable and once again highlighting the character's lack of creative depth, but his exceptional histrionic ability and genetic dualism.

Let's come to this album. The intro is a piece neither here nor there, very sad, reflecting the troubled period due to his separation from his wife, the famous stripper "Dita Von Teese." A woman of questionable charm, but certainly as intelligent as he is, and I believe our big boy will miss her a lot. The second "Putting Holes in.." isn't bad and has decent guitar solos. The third and fourth tracks go smoothly without particularly impressing but providing a different set from the last two "obscene" albums. Very little electronics, much more guitar, and much more attention to the lyrics and the quality of the singing. In short, overall, not as bad as expected, but the album doesn't take off. The fifth track "Just a car" is of a melancholy sadness, almost grunge, reminiscent of the golden Seattle days but it fails to reach the heights the author clearly sets. Too flat. Finally, at number 6, we come to the first track worth some note: "Heart-shaped-glasses." Guitar intro very (too?) glam '80s and then the usual tarantella underneath and the usual warm voice. In short, a piece that would have been written (much more beautifully) by a Bowie or T-Rex a decade ago. In short, traces of metal on track 6, NONE! Signs of Industrial? Less than zero. Signs of hard rock or the possibility of moshing at a concert? Forget it! At least now it is clear that there is news to report. Manson has changed the musical genre and is no longer a metal band (if they ever were).

Number 7 is a Cure's track with overdubbed guitars. "Are you a rabbit" is a track that gets your hopes up at the beginning. It vaguely seems to return to the metal sounds of "Antichrist." Then, it falls into the prevailing flatness. Heck, leaving the path of electronics was a bad decision. Overall it was the only quality aspect of the last albums that filled the otherwise deafening artistic void! See "Mutilation is..," which is unlistenable. Number 10 "you and me and..." perhaps is the one that... nothing to do. This one also starts well then falls into the "void." The "title track," "Eat Me, Drink Me" is embarrassing. In the sense that it sounds like a collage of his previously released singles, without electronics, without maliciousness, and only with an enormous sadness to live in. Stuff for IV drips, in other words. I am covering a veil over the semi-dance remix version of the last track. The electronic version of number 6 which I imagine will be the second single of the album. I hope the effect is intended because it sounds like Romanian or Bulgarian disco... I SWEAR! Try to listen to this because it is so tacky that it makes you laugh first, and makes you dance at the end style gioca-jouer. Boh? I don't understand. The market for tacky girls in Eastern disco nights? In my opinion, this breaks it in Russia.

In conclusion, I want to go against the grain. I have always liked the persona and I respect him. I would listen to his interviews for hours and hours, because he has political and social visions sometimes so advanced that they are put into exile. However, the artist is deceased! He can't even manage to produce a cute little single like he used to. R.I.P.