Off-Broadway goth-metal punctuated with terrified screams, nano-beat samples, Gollum-spat epithets and mezzo soprano Tourettes played out in a Type O environment by a bunch of incorrigible German hams dressed like little Hellraisers. It’s one of those Berlin scenarios where the returns are predicated on the assumption that gothies will blindly snap at anything based around Kiss-like trips involving fang-faced albino batboys regardless of how loosely conceived it is. Torch-bearing villagers who regularly storm Frankenstein’s castle would delight at having this on their iPods to set the mood; much of it wouldn’t be given a second thought if it appeared on a comp meant to spook trick-or-treaters. Gothminister leaps immediately to mind as a May-We-Also-Suggest, but that’s about the only European obscurity with which this can be compared with a minimum of legwork. Order from Del Sur Music
