Marilyn Manson
Eat Me, Drink Me

THE REVIEW

If I say Marilyn Manson, the first thing that comes to everyone's mind is a tall and skinny type, more made up than Moira Orfei (of whom, in my opinion, he is an illegitimate child). Speaking ill of him, on my part, would be like shooting the Red Cross. After all, I’ve been listening to his songs since I was 6 years old (imagine what a beautiful childhood that was!).

How can we forget the good old days when he stripped on stage, rubbed his backside in the face of the first unlucky person in the audience, and everyone labeled his videos as "a bad example." Now there's nothing scandalous left about him. In fact, an eighty-year-old woman taking her dentures out in public is far more indecent than Manson. He has made many missteps in his career, but nothing like releasing the latest album "Eat me, drink me."

The first time I listened to the new "work" I asked myself: "Is it possible I made a mistake? Maybe I bought the new Celine Dion CD... Probably Celine had a bit of a sore throat when she recorded the album, but this can't be Manson."

"Don't break, don't break my heart and I won't break your heart-shaped glasses?" (Translation: don't break my heart, and I won't break your heart-shaped glasses...)

What is this thing? I expected, in the following verse, something like: under the bridge of Baracca there's Mimi doing number two (thanks Fiorello for this fantastic rhyme, it really fits).

I had to recover with a dose of horse tranquilizers. Then I went on to listen to the other songs (after all, I couldn't betray my Marilyn like that...). And the lyrics were almost all the same. Original yes, but in a negative sense. "Putting holes in happiness" is one of the more decent ones, in my opinion, but nothing special. Obviously, to listen to it I had to forget a good ten years of English and pretend not to understand the lyrics. "The sky was blonde like her" (translation: the sky was blonde like her). Yes, Manson, and you must put that joint away, otherwise, you'll start seeing pink donkeys!

Okay, maybe I've been a bit too harsh with "Heart shaped glasses." Let's say that ignoring the lyrics (and the video, which looks like a homemade porn) the song works decently. But there aren’t many other decent ones in the album. As for the rest, I can say that after listening to "Eat me, drink me," I found that Britney Spears is almost more metal than Marilyn Manson.

But where is Brian Warner of "The Dope Show" or "The Fight Song," to mention some of my favorites? Let me tell you: the more time passes, the more I'm convinced he’s selling out to the majors. Or maybe he's just having a midlife crisis.

Please, someone lock the girl Manson is with (read Evan Rachel Wood) in a dark room and throw away the key! And above all, bring back the good old Twiggy!

Today I’m feeling generous, after all, so I'll give him two stars, but only because I'm hopeful that sooner or later a man with a chainsaw will split the girl apart and Manson will go back to the way he was... Ah, and don't mind my ramblings...