Marilyn Manson


Antichrist Superstar

Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar ©1996 Interscope
1. Irresponsible Hate Anthem
2. The Beautiful People
3. Dried Up, Tied, And Dead To The World
4. Tourniquet
5. Little Horn
6. Cryptorchild
7. Deformography
8. Wormboy
9. Mister Superstar
10. Angel With Scabbed Wings
11. Kinderfeld
12. Antichrist Superstar
13. 1996
14. Minute Of Decay
15. The Reflecting God
16. The Man That You Fear

Reviewing this from a musical standpoint is pointless; there is no music. Lots of eye candy, though. Like many a popular groups of the 90s, Marilyn Manson has casually shrugged off quality songcraft and intelligent lyrics for artificial, corporate driven intent and juvenile gimmicks. Not surprisingly, it has spawned hordes of misled, misinformed and maladjusted little dillweed goths (both onstage and off) squeezing every bit of respectability out of a genre that was once an underground mainstay, reduced to nothing more than a commercial joke now. So, hindered by their inability to excrete anything even within grasp of originality, we're stuck with this silly, drivellous mess. In true spooky goth fashion (ooohhh scary) the prerequisites: repetitive riffs, irritating filtered vocals, and typically sub-dued, quasi-industrial "beats", all amounting to what appears to be some wimpy attempt at a heavy industrial-goth hybrid. And the lyrics. Lots of "fucks" and "shits" and religious inversion, something Altar and Suffocation have been espousing effectively for years (but without the stupid theatrical additives). Contrary to what the mainstream press will have you believe, Antichrist Superstar is about as musically and conceptually substantive as the Spice Girls, except not nearly as entertaining. The sum-total: transparent pleadings from an "artist" who longs to be as commercial and lame as his many inept Interscope labelmates. Trent Reznor, he ain't. But why harp on it? Just know this takes a cozy seat next to BUSH at the bottom rung of the creative ladder.

Review by Lee Steadham

Review date: 12/1998

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Mechanical Animals

Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals ©1998 Interscope
1. The Great Big White World
2. The Dope Show
3. Mechanical Animals
4. Rock Is Dead
5. Disassociative
6. The Speed Of Pain
7. Posthuman
8. I Want To Disappear
9. I Don't Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me)
10. New Model No. 15
11. User Friendly
12. Fundamentally Loathsome
13. The Last Day On Earth
14. Coma White

In case you hadn't noticed, Marilyn Manson's schtick is wearing thin. Mechanical Animals contains that typical oh-so modernistic posturing; a sound that percolates between dancey throb and sloppy industrial. But what does the music matter? Marilyn Manson ran its entire musical course after the first track of Portrait of an American Family, so it's rather surprising at this point that his facepaint hasn't run off to coagulate into a mucked-up, mess-laden, Avon-induced nightmare. After a few years touring the Rolling Stone Cocktail Circuit, posing, hanging out with confused Hollywood chicks, posing and sitting courtside at Chicago Bulls games, the label jackals urge Manson to limp back into the studio for another botched attempt at music. Well, when all is said and done, Mechanical Animals is decidedly less the diarrhetic mess of its predecessor; it sounds as if an attempt has been made to pen actual songs and improvement seems to be afoot in nearly all aspects of the recording. But still, it does little to sway my view that this individual has had about as much impact on public consciousness as lemon scented moist towelettes. Once again, the music is broken, ceaseless, over-wrought grade C industrial crap, hindered by Manson's contrite boy-on-a-mission lyrical rants (I swear I wrote a song called "Posthuman" when I was 9) and unremarkable, studio-treated vocal performance. And once again it's like a trip through PG-13 CHRISTIAN DEATH, or maybe a small-time, kiddie-version of GG Allin, lacking the musical proficiency of the former, intensity of the latter and innovation and integrity of both. Yeah, the public will lap this up like honey, and sure, the Almighty Rock Scribes will trade seats spewing praise, as per usual your typical corporate rock circle-jerk, but seriously folks, get a grip. Reinforces my time-worn theory that Joe & Jane Public will swallow whatever foolishness you fire at them with the right marketing push, given America's seemingly permanent hang-up with superficial facades. Absinthe swilling glammy goth kids annoying their parents? Dig in. I've got better things to do.

Review by Lee Steadham

Review date: 02/1999

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