I don’t believe that there are a whole lot of dark, brooding love songs in Danzig’s dark, brooding repertoire, though “Sistinas” from 1992’s Danzig III: How the Gods Kill, is about as good as it’s ever likely to get. And I don’t mean that as a slight. “Sistinas” feels like a Gothic lament of unrequited love, all lost souls and cold, black, defeated hearts. And while that can certainly seem jarring in relation to his other work, especially at the time, my 15-year old self only really being familiar with tracks like “Mother” or “Dirty Black Summer,” the song still managed to hook me quite easily, another side of the art of this muscle-bound, black-clad, sneering little man.
This was before a gradual decline in the quality of output began to tarnish his work. This was before kitty litter memes softened his image. This was before bouts of self-importance, delusions of grandeur, and requests for French onion soup did even more damage, an aging, ill-tempered, heavy metal prima donna coming off like more of joke than an artist or a rock star. In the early 90’s though, Danzig still carried with him an air of mystique and danger, the kind of image a metal artist was supposed to have, devils, demons, and hell following him.
And here I was digging on his pining, little love song. A damn good pining, little love song, but a pining, little love song nonetheless.
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