But this an empty promise. You already know that your ass was never
in any real danger. So let me put it this way instead: Dark Tranquility’s
Damage Done is a real honest-to-God killers-from-Sweden heavy
metal album that would break wide open on rock radio if the Clear
Channel didn’t have the whole system on lock-down. Or: this is
one of those albums which causes me, while I’m listening to it,
to wonder how it is possible that there’s anybody in the world
who doesn’t love it at least as passionately and irrationally
as I do. Damage Done is a record that I could see myself getting
into fist fights over. It’s beautiful, and savage, and pompous;
it’s sharp in its focus and sweeping in its scope, palpably possessed
by its own enormity and ultimately as painfully insignificant as any
rock and roll album ever turns out to be -- and all the more magnificent
for it. Careening unstoppably toward an inarguably immovable object,
it makes good on the promise of so many failed prog-rock bands and
tribal dance dj’s: that is, it takes hold of you and takes you
somewhere else. |
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