For the reader who does not know this author, I am a 33-year-old old school guy who has had his fair share of lipstick, gloss and shades, and I am certainly no newbie to dark themed music. However, after my 20s I got more and more into electronic music (thanks to the likes of Front 242, Front Line Assembly, Bigod 20, Nitzer Ebb and Clock DVA), meaning that I missed a lot of guitar-bass-drums acts which happened during the mid-to-late 1990s. I assumed no one could beat Bauhaus at their own game, and lived happily thereafter assuming I was not missing anything by focusing on my new addiction, darkwave/ethereal/aggrotech/aggressive EBM music. That is, until I listened to She Wants Revenge.
The entire album sounds solid and cohesive, but Red Flags And Long Nights hits me like a direct right jab to the jaw. I shiver to the sinister, monotone vocals and the dry beatbox. It makes me feel once again like the young chap in heavy makeup and long hair that I once was, which is a major thing when you realize I am now a father, have quit the nightlife for some time and have generally left the glamour and glitter to younger fellows who can do it without questioning anything about themselves at all.
Which, it seems, is the whole point of this post -- it's not so much about the music itself, but rather about how good bands can make old brutes like myself relive memories they considered long lost, and how good it feels. Sometimes I feel lost in the whole making-money-for-having-stuff-at-home-I-never-use-because-I-spend-so-much-time-working cycle, and having something so soulful to play on my headphones while I toil away is really what makes it all worthwhile.