Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I've heard this album called "deathrock" quite a bit. I'm not really sure what that means. I like "Death" and I like "Rock", but somehow the 2 words together just don't sit right with me. This disc is bigger than that term, bigger than even "punk rock". Rudimentary Peni is a fucking amazing band, but they went WAY out on a limb with this one, alienating many fans and critics with its heady brew of mumbling voices, strange noises, and straight-up punk riffs. This is by far my favorite Peni album, ostensibly a twisted tribute to H.P. Lovecraft but more effective as a disturbing glimpse into the mind of R.P. frontman Nick Blinko. I have the original Outer Himalayan pressing, and the lyric sheet reads like a fucking novel. Metric tons of prose and mysterious gibberings sandwiched together with drinking songs and Poe-inspired couplets, the work of a guy trying to express something bigger and darker than he can really explain. I fucking LOVE this record. And I know some of you fuckers will too.
Alternate cover art, not as cool>>>