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The Cult, Choice of Weapon
Cooking Vinyl Records, May 22

05/10/12
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



I really can’t remember the last time one of the old-school hard-rock bands actually threw a decent grower my way — second listens haven’t panned out for UFO or Nazareth or that bass-player dude from Deep Purple, what’s-his-face, and with Cult singer Ian Astbury sounding 90 years old on the first couple of tracks, this thing’s doom looked all but secured. While all this was going on, the mashup with Flo Rida on the Bud commercial (interpolating the guitar from The Cult’s 20-odd-year-old “She Sells Sanctuary”) seemed the real choice for a Cult rebirth, not another studio LP, particularly after all the utter crap they put out when they were trying to be a lower-voiced AC/DC during those rotten later years. Turns out, though, that this record is ordered upside-down as far as the set of songs itself — the first two songs suck in particular (strange-bedfellow-dom reaches its musical zenith when they rip off Loreena McKennitt in “Elemental Light” and just cold leave fingerprints all over the place). But as the album goes on, the tunes get really strong, with Duffy posting some heartfelt rain-dance lead guitar stuff in the few places that Astbury isn’t kicking his own array of ass. My worst nightmare has always been to say something this unbelievably lame in a public space, but yes, “The Cult Are Back.” A- —Eric W. Saeger





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