Absolutely agree with the multilayered-ness, the imagery and metaphors - though they are so cryptic most of the time they could mean everything and nothing all at the same time. Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge JD fan as well, but nothing compares to Eldritch's lyrics to me. Join 45.Better than Ian's, in my opinion. Philippe Giron on Lloyd Cole and the Commotions,…Īndrew Collins on Carter The Unstoppable Sex Mac…Īndrew Ribbans-Opara on Carter The Unstoppable Sex Mac… ![]() Elvis Presley, Suspicious Minds (1969) July 27, 2018Īndrew Collins on The Ronettes, Be My Baby …Īndrew Collins on Lloyd Cole and the Commotions,….Bruce Springsteen, Born in the U.S.A. (1984) December 20, 2018.Lloyd Cole and the Commotions, Rattlesnakes (1984) January 31, 2019.The Kinks, Autumn Almanac (1967) February 21, 2019.The Housemartins, Happy Hour (1986) February 24, 2019.Looking backwards and upwards Most recent entries! *I still haven’t embraced opera, unless you count Tommy. Eldritch gurgles, “I hear the roar of the big machine.” Yeah, mate, you’re making it. I don’t really have those dreams and fantasies any more, but this song still sounds magnificent. It consolidates all the dreams and fantasies I entertained during my Goth years of death and horror and sex and power. I know in my bones that Lucretia, in its full eight-and-a-half minute flight, is a track to drive a tank to. ![]() Sincere or ironic? Who can ever really know? I met Eldritch once, on 6 Music, and he unironically requested that the studio webcam be switched off as he wasn’t dressed in character however, he struck me as a very wry and self-aware chap, so, again, who can ever really know? The Wagnerian pomp that had driven the first album was turned up to eleven. ![]() The album followed through, with a form of rock not really yet stamped by the latecoming American consensus as “industrial”, and no holds barred. I remember seeing the darkly operatic** video for This Corrosion on ITV’s The Chart Show, with its inclement weather and Fester-and-Morticia double act. Thus, I applauded the Sisters Of Mercy’s brazen bridgehead into crossover. (And when I say I saw them, I peered into a wall of dry ice for an hour and occasionally caught a glimpse of a human figure.)īy the time Floodland came out in 1988, I was old enough to have a) embraced all musical forms, including jazz, blues and Bob Dylan, although not yet opera*, and b) stowed any punk-rock snobbery about “selling out”. ![]() I saw the Sisters live at London’s Lyceum in the mid-decade and felt it a religious experience. I had fallen in love with the first incarnation during my provincial Goth phase in 1983, enchanted by those rattly early singles Anaconda and Temple Of Love. Lavishly tortured imperial grandeur is the guiding light of the second incarnation of the Sisters after all that legal argy-bargy over the name, which Eldritch won, and although he clearly resents the idea that a more mainstream rock audience “discovered” the band via the expensive studio metalwork of Jim Steinman on This Corrosion (he didn’t work on Lucretia), it provided quite a spectacle, with a band, or brand, so rooted in the underground emerging via MTV onto the freeway and blinking in the light. Who cares? Lucretia is immortalised, and sits between Marian and Alice in Sisters Of Mercy lady-worship. According to extensive research on Wikipedia, I have gathered that Andrew Eldritch wrote the song for his then-new collaborator Patricia Morrison in tribute to her similarities to Pope Alexander VI’s scheming daughter. Having thoroughly enjoyed the lavishly tortured imperial grandeur of Showtime’s The Borgias via Sky Atlantic over three seasons, I now hear the name in the title of this pounding song as “Lucrezia” (with an Italianate “zz”). Description: single album track, Floodland
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