Disclaimer: This is one of those seminal albums that defined me as I was growing up. It only touched on my personal development for a brief time, but for 6 months or so around 1985, it was pretty much all I listened to.
I love the posturing. I love the ridiculousness of it all. I love the leather trousers. Sure it’s a bit of a leap away from the Southern Death Cult. You can see the logical progression, which then leads you towards hair metal. I’m happy for my limited heavy guitar indulgences to soak up the Love album, but I’m a little scared to look over the edge and see what comes next.
It gets a little hippy shit in places, with tracks such as Brother Wolf, Sister Moon" She Sells Sanctuary is mid-80s metal indie perfection. I can almost taste the pints of cider and cherry brandy as the riff steamrolls you over. Gosh those were the days.
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