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Rating: New musical chapter for the sprite Mortiis.
After a CD like "The Smell of Rain", which featured folk-dark-ambient sounds (Skinny Puppy, Nine Inch Nails). In "The Grudge" we cannot make the same claim, as we see the abandonment of the dark-ambient sounds that characterized the career and style of the artist; however, he focuses on a new sound that was only hinted at in the previous album.
The CD opens with "Broken Skin", "Wes to Wicked", and "Decadent & Desperate", fast and compact songs thanks to the double guitars and the abandonment of drum machines, making the sound darker and more robust. It is also true that Mortiis stands out from everyone else for his compositional monotony; let's remember "The Smell of Rain" which always remained constant with the standards of the album. In the album, there are songs like "The Worst in Me", "Le Petit Cochon Sordide", and "Asthma" where every electronic hint forms the basis for assaulting the tracks with massive doses of muscular rhythms woven with acidic screams, exalting drums, and industrial deliriums owing undoubtedly to bands like Ministry and Nine Inch Nails. In conclusion, the CD is well-made, consistently keeping very good compositional levels, with good (but not excellent) recording.
I recommend to lovers of the genre electro-industrial to give it a listen (you never know), while for the faithful of Mortiis, to purchase the CD, because I don't think you will be disappointed with his new sound; whereas for others I suggest a listen, it never hurts.
Best regards.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Decadent & Desperate (03:24)
Beat down, fucked up.
I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup.
Now what you tell me.
I can't even get shit for free.
Hey girl, I'll have to go.
Ain't got no money so let's go slow.
In my room, this living hell.
A living hell in the shit motel.
Decadent and desperate!
Fair play, crack's your pay.
Shoot me up and make my day.
Oh yeah, way to go.
You really are a damn good ho.
Oh yeah, at the shit motel.
How I love being stuck in this cell.
Fucked up in a shit stained sty.
Everything they ever said was a big, fat lie!
Decadent and desperate!
You're such a fucking dog!
Looking for your special drug!
Decadent and desperate!
Beat down, fucked up.
I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup.
Now what you tell me.
I can't even get shit for free.
All right, come on.
In a year or two we'll both be gone.
Who cares how sweet?
Your pain's gonna taste when it falls to shit!
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