Marilyn Manson: The Golden Age of Grotesque and Prince Paul: Politics of the Business

You can't really blame me if I didn't have high hopes for the most recent Marilyn Manson disc. I've learned the hard way that my loyalty to bands I loved in high school can all too often reap a harvest of shattered expectations (and a lighter wallet--well, a lighter wallet on the part of the band in question's publicity department) when a new album comes along. I got seriously, seriously burned by the most recent Massive Attack, Korn and Ministry records, though at least the latter two had one good song apiece ("Here to Stay" and "The Light Pours Out of Me" respectively). So when I picked up Manson's The Golden Age of Grotesque I ripped it to my iPod, gave its first four tracks a perfunctory listen and gave up.

Silly rabbit. Inspired indirectly by my wife, whose encouraging words often prompt me to revisit albums I've written off (though she'd shudder to find out she'd in some way encouraged me to listen to more Marilyn Manson than I otherwise would), I decided to give the album another shot. Smart move. Grotesque is really quite a record.

The thing about Manson is that each album, for all their superficial (and sometimes not-so-superficial) similarities, function on their own terms. Portrait of an American Family was his tribute to scary kiddie movies, basically; Smells Like Children, mainly a remix EP, continued in the same vein but introduced covers for a shot at airplay; Antichrist Superstar was his real bid for industrialmetal fame; Mechanical Animals was his take on glam; Holy Wood was a synthesis of everything that had come before, particularly its two immediate predecessors. (It was supposed to be the third entry in his "triptych," a description even I, a great fan of overly ambitious rock projects, found pretty freaking pretentious).

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