More than anything else, I like to dust the book spines on the shelf that stretches from floor to ceiling,
add a fourth Easter egg wrapped in bright green plastic to the three in the basket,
or pour more tea into the half-empty cup,
and stealthily go to move the basement key.
And no one knows who did it.
But more than anything else, I like to fart over Marilyn Manson's records to let him know what a piece of shit he is...
The reverend is back. But he doesn’t scare anyone anymore.
Midway through the album, the ears seek political asylum in the brain.
This artistic farewell ... expresses a pessimism and an abandonment to inertia that I had not even perceived in 'Antichrist Superstar.'
Marilyn still uses his voice masterfully... but the spark that was there once is missing.
Marilyn Manson proves himself worthy of bearing such a name in choosing the symbol that represents the album and the tour.
The album proves to be the most explosive in Manson’s discography, managing to keep adrenaline high until the last song.