The Cult - Spiritwalker
Perhaps
I should just sellotape the 'Kick me' sign to my jacket now! I am going
to get slated for this one. Here they come riding over the plains of
West Yorkshire, the Four Horsemen of the Goth Apocalypse....The Cult.
Ian Astbury expressing the pain and anguish of being the only Native
American brave to be born in Bradford. This is the Big rock from the Big
country...should that be Big County. The Cult's rock just got bigger
and bigger and they provided me with two of the best nights out ever, at
Newcastle City Hall on the 'Love' tour and an evening of wonderful dumb
metal after they decided to stop messing with the Goth stuff and became
a proper rock band on the 'Electric' tour. That gig was at the
Manchester Appollo...a real old fashioned rock venue. Did I mention the
word 'rock'.
The Cult - Resurrection Joe
I
honestly haven't got much to say about 'Resurrection Joe' and
'Spiritwalker', they remind me of nights of rum and black and provincial
alternative nights when the delicate creatures of the night donned
black to perform their serpentine dance of death to The Sisters, The
Mish, The Neph etc. I was always more of a Bunnyman but I did
occasionally cut a rug to this nonsense. This post is for anyone who
experienced ye olde alternative discotheque c1984- c1988....you deserve a
medal.
Buy all the hits here
The Cult.com
Monday, September 12, 2005
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