This, the seventh album of Glen Danzig's solo project,
begins with a certain degree of promise. Nice chunky riffing on "Black
Mass," and those vocals are still one of a kind. But alas, from "Wicked
Pussycat" onwards, Danzig have fallen prey to the kind of sound that
seems to have endeared them to the mainstream press. I honestly can't
pick any holes in the production, which is truly three-dimensional, but
there is something seriously lacking here. I'm sorry, but "God of
Light" and "Liberskull" just scream baggy combats and long
keychains. Danzig seem to be treading dangerously towards that six of
one, half a dozen of the other territory. There are some elements, however,
that drag them back from the edge, the stylish lead breaks and THAT voice
that has served them so well in the past, to name but a couple. I could
listen to Glen Danzig crooning his laments, both rocking and soulful,
until the cows come home, but there are still no real moments of brilliance
in I Luciferi to speak of.
Personally, I would have expanded a little more on the patches of bleak
beauty in "Angel Blake" and "Without Light, I Am,"
which carry more than a passing suggestion of Pist.On stylings.
Despite its failings, this album is still worth at
least one listen, and if it grows on you, there's no harm done.
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