SKABS, THE: Aged to Perfection: CD

Upon first initial listen, I abruptly concluded that this is nothin’ more than insipid goth/electronic idiocy. Halfway through my second and final audial excursion into this never-ending swirl of sonic sludge, I drunkenly decided I’ll have not one minute more of it. Although a couple of the dark’n’decadent ditties contained herein gradually grew on me like a cancerous pus-oozing lesion, I found the overwhelming majority of this dastardly disc to be absolutely tedious. An aurally torturous endeavor, indeed! It sickeningly sounds like the unmitigated worst of dance-mix Siouxsie & The Banshees with shrill ear-splittin’ Dinah Cancer-style vocals and cartoonish Halloween Bauhaus overtones (actually, the devilish vixen vocalist is at times eerily reminiscent of a transvestite PIL-era John Lydon, angrily pronunciating the lyrics with venomously impassioned sarcasm). I dunno, maybe my ears just aren’t accustomed to such demonic non-musical sadism. Next stop, Hades Au-Go-Go…

 –guest (Mad at the World)