published in NME, 10/12/83
Looking back is all the rage these days isn’t it? Take Death Cult – not only are they one of the most powerful current bands, they are also THEE most powerful current band. Why then do they resolutely try and live up to the old Southern Death Cult-kult image?
Whipping through such frantic exhibitions of power as “Ghost Dance”, “Christians” and “Spiritwalker” they are already better than the defunkt southerners ever were, so why the clinging to their shadow? Leaping across the stage, launching powerful guitar stutters over wave over wave of drums, they’ve already won their audience but they can’t expect them to do anything more than adore them.
They’re abundantly talented yet irritatingly indecisive, and they’re aggressively loud when really they need only be aggressive AND loud. They’re trying too hard to do too much too soon.
They may be the best but we can do without the “Wake up and shut up you fucking little twats!”, and “Let’s face it, I couldn’t give a shit, we play for ourselves.”
C’mon Death Cult. The kids of Coca Cola nation deserve more than this.