There's
something wonderfully surreal and creepy swirling around The Funeral and the Twilight. Macabre, beards, and some of the best damn
vibrato-goth vocals I've heard. Something lurks beneath the
music. It digs its claws into you and doesn't let go, peeling away
one layer at a time.
It's
confounding. Even rogue critic, Drew Ailes, is at a loss, when it
comes to describing TFATT's new album Lust: "decided
that IT'S FUCKED. seriously, i don’t understand it. sounds like a
mariachi band playing NAPALM DEATH songs in a castle. totally
baffling, engrossing music. i think i like it."
There's the obvious mangled-Morrissey and jumbled-Joy Division
comparisons. It's not like they hide it. The lyrics, though, push
TFATT beyond the easy comparisons into something that is decidedly
more devilish and delicious. Seriously, gems like "i drank your river, i drank it gone and missed, i piss out your river, i piss you out as piss. i put you on the table, i open you up"
or "I watched my daughter die. We buried her up to her chest. I watched the first stone cast. Until the very last"
course through every song. The music is equally unstable:
angst-ridden melodies clamor against any expectation you may have on
how all the pieces fit together.
The
rawness of the live sets is just as impressive. Straight-up
emotional intensity that pierces and lacerates the audience. It was
awesome to watch the room steadily fill when they took the stage last
year. TFATT has been one of the brightest of many bright spots in the
past few years, and we're stoked that they're able to bring back
their evolving brand of goth-infused satanic
death doom jazz.
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