I like medicating Goth Disorder with cake, so much so that I have adopted the motto “Qu’ils mangent de la brioche” for dinner often. However Galen (of Ancient Greece) prescribed, “He who has two cakes of bread, let him dispose of one of them for some flowers of the narcissus; for bread is the food of the body, and the narcissus is the food of the soul.”
The debut release from Gothic inspired Child of Caesar (salad) is a nightmarish recollection of dark sonnets sung with the broody gusto you may be familiar with from such acts as Tiamat(su) and Evereve(-s pudding.) Adding some gritty riffs and lofty synths into the mix what becomes of Ethereal Goth Disorder?
From the moment the Hammond organ patch kicked in it had the opportunity to – *click, click.* However not showing much in innovation what was produced was safe to store directly under the Goth banner. Effectively using genre tropes to accentuate the Gothic styling, it is appropriate to say that Goth became a musical institution.
Although the tunes were sweetly catchy, and ironically neuromantic, if you would consider the funeral dirge to be used as your wedding procession then you are up the right aisle, otherwise it is just another promise down in augur of transcending the spirits of Gothdom City. Now that was a Historic period renowned for its nyctophilia.
In getting baked Love In Black was more of a cupcake than lemon seed muffin, but at its core it was welcoming to all, and that was nice.
7/10
