Cradle of Filth is a band that I have been meaning to get into for quite some time. I think I was intrigued more by their name than anything else, it just struck me as something I'd like.
So, I decided to give their latest album Nymphetamine a spin. What I was expecting was something in the hardcore or grindcore arena. What I got was black metal.
Black metal has always been an interesting genre. I take the occasional trip to the darker side of metal. I never stay too long, but each visit is always an experience. I think the thing that I like about black metal as opposed to many of the xcore type styles is the increased use of melody. There is a stronger sense of flow throughout the music. It isn't quite as broken apart.
There are more interesting and complex arrangements and an increased use of keyboards. Cradle of Filth has done a good job bringing these elements together to deliver a good album.
A friend has told me about how he thinks that there is a sense that Filth has sold out to the Hot Topic crowd of faux-goths. I cannot really comment on that as it is not a circle in which I travel, nor am I terribly familiar with the band's back catalog. What I hear, may not be quite as extreme as, say, Emperor, but it is still an edgy dark album. I cannot claim that it has turned me into a lifelong fan, but I can say that I enjoyed the trip that it took me on.
I have listened through the album a few times and can honestly say that most of the time I have no idea what Dani is saying, not necessarily a bad thing as he does some interesting things with his voice, but the words escaped me. What I liked was that it was not as far to the black metal side as some I have heard, making this seem a bit more accessible to the non-black metal fan. There is an epic feel to the songs going through numerous tempo changes, bringing the moods all over the map. At times it's somber and sad, at other times aggressive and biting. Sometimes floating between the two.
Dani Filth's voice is an interesting beast, always seeming layered with effects, playing in a grating upper register most of the time, and occasionally dipping into the depths conjured by the back of his throat. It's more another instrument then a conveyor of words. It creates its own rhythm on top of the instruments laying down a complex sound board for him to weave in and out of.