| There’s no wah-wah
and few heroics, though. The whole album doesn’t make too much
of a scene about anything; it just does what it does, thrashing its
hilariously gore-obsessed heart out over there in Farmingdale, New York,
maybe hoping that someone notices, maybe not caring at all. The more
I consider the latter possibility, the better I like it. Autry O’Day
craved recognition but will get none, ever, except from me; Ghoul
wants only a small space in which to glorify the ransacking of graves,
and may yet rule their chosen genre. We shall see. In the meantime,
there’ s We Came for the Dead!!!, worth seeking
out for a winter’s evening or two, needing none of your pity,
wanting your fear, and richly deserving of your rased-index-and-pinky-finger
wonder. |
