Ahh,
what makes for better rock n’ roll melodrama than aging goth megalomania?
The flour-dusted one himself, Carl McCoy, slithers out of the dusky
shadows once more for an epic dose of prime Nephilim. Such is McCoy’s
dedication to his dark art that “Mourning Sun” doesn’t even
have any additional personnel listed, McCoy now preferring to work with
“ghost musicians”. Well, right on. This is a sci-fried concept album, of
course, lots of nattering about…actually, I haven’t a clue, but titles
like “Straight to the Light” and “New Gold Dawn”,
not to mention the ocean-deep layers of tinkling new-age keyboards,
certainly hint at some kind of ‘spiritual journey’ gimmick. It’s not as
rough and tumble as ye olde cowboy killin’ Neph records like “Dawnrazor”,
but then there’s no fussy band members to muck up McCoy’s vibe, so it’s
really no surprise that this one is so consistently somber and downbeat.
There’s 7 long and winding tracks on “Mourning Sun”, ranging in tone and
temperature from the breezy space-goth of opener “Shroud (Exordium)”
to rousing, rattling darkwave anthem “She”. It’s all
perfectly icy and sounds suitably stoic, but suffers, as many solo-tronic
projects do, from one-man-band-itis. In fact, there’s plenty of spots here
where it just sounds like Mortiis without the disco beats. And the goblin
nose. But with red glowing eyes and mechanical fingers. Goth is wild,
ain’t it? ________________________________________________________
Ahh,
what makes for better rock n’ roll melodrama than aging goth megalomania?
The flour-dusted one himself, Carl McCoy, slithers out of the dusky
shadows once more for an epic dose of prime Nephilim. Such is McCoy’s
dedication to his dark art that “Mourning Sun” doesn’t even
have any additional personnel listed, McCoy now preferring to work with
“ghost musicians”. Well, right on. This is a sci-fried concept album, of
course, lots of nattering about…actually, I haven’t a clue, but titles
like “Straight to the Light” and “New Gold Dawn”,
not to mention the ocean-deep layers of tinkling new-age keyboards,
certainly hint at some kind of ‘spiritual journey’ gimmick. It’s not as
rough and tumble as ye olde cowboy killin’ Neph records like “Dawnrazor”,
but then there’s no fussy band members to muck up McCoy’s vibe, so it’s
really no surprise that this one is so consistently somber and downbeat.
There’s 7 long and winding tracks on “Mourning Sun”, ranging in tone and
temperature from the breezy space-goth of opener “Shroud (Exordium)”
to rousing, rattling darkwave anthem “She”. It’s all
perfectly icy and sounds suitably stoic, but suffers, as many solo-tronic
projects do, from one-man-band-itis. In fact, there’s plenty of spots here
where it just sounds like Mortiis without the disco beats. And the goblin
nose. But with red glowing eyes and mechanical fingers. Goth is wild,
ain’t it?