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Not so much a rock show, as a reminder of the bottomless pit that awaits...
If his subterranean onstage announcements are incomprehensible in his songs, that voice is all eloquence. When a man like Lanegan turns himself out to show his blackened heart, there will be no bloodlessly chirruping confessional, but the roiling of latent menace. Latent like a knife in the back in the case of the duel-bladed twang of 'Hospital Roll Call', but still the sound of trouble on its way. 'The Winding Sheet' crawls from a grisly series of Bad Life Days, while even the attempted redemption of the Trees' 'Sworn And Broken', flashing skywards on Mike Johnson's swingboating guitar, has an axe in its back pocket and a grievance on its mind. The question remains whether such relentless post-grunge soul-bearing is what's required this far down the line, especially when 'Because Of This', crashing to the ground like Led Zeppelin's black box recorder, brings the rock beast slouching so near.
Not so much a rock show, as a reminder of the bottomless pit that awaits. And that really is deep.
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