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The Cult, Hidden City (Cooking Vinyl Records)
CD Reviews: December 24, 2015

12/24/15
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



 The Cult, Hidden City (Cooking Vinyl Records)

Despite singer Ian Astbury’s many threats about bagging this band, or releasing only EPs, or going digital only, it’s, yes, another album from the British foursome, whose 1985 Love album yielded “She Sells Sanctuary” and five or six better songs than that hit, all wrapped in a goth-rooted psych-metal mystique topped with a Native American headdress. In fact, Astbury had cobbled such a sexy-quasi-Indian-dude aura that he was the first choice to play Jim Morrison in Oliver Stone’s Doors movie. Maybe you remember those days, maybe you weren’t there, but Love was a buzzy, trippy anomaly in a time that needed more Siouxsie-ish knuckleballs. Then along came Rick Rubin with a label-issued warrant to screw up everything and make them into an AC/DC bar-rock band of sorts, and before you know it, every problem a band could possibly have was dug in deep. Anyway, 30 years along, we get the album that might have made a nice segue between Love and the Rubin-helmed Electric, if not from the get-go. Opening tune “Dark Energy” is a little too ZZ Top-ish, watered-down blues chugging along in search of a melodic peak, a rat-trap that’s native to these guys, but its slightly muted tone heralds the better parts of this record, specifically the snake-charming, heavily syncopated “No Love Lost” and the borderline Simple Minds-like “Dance the Night.” Not bad. A 





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