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Wax Idols - Discipline & Desire (2013)

Wax Idols – Discipline & Desire (2013)

I’ve been drinking a lot of NyQuil lately. I’m not happy about it, but what can I do? There comes a time when a man needs to sleep and sometimes that sleep doesn’t seem to come so easy and when it does, it rarely stays so he takes the measures handy, legal and necessary to ensure that he can catch a couple hours of uninterrupted zzz’s despite his cough and snot and wheezing

And I’d have to say it’s been pretty successful but, goddamn, if it hasn’t given me the most vivid and peculiar of dreams.

Like, the other night, I dreamt I was at a black box club in Alphabet City. I was half drunk in a tux and Wax Idols were playing their new record Discipline & Desire in its entirety. The place was packed and stank of tangerines. After a particularly hysterical rendition of “Formulae,” Hether Fortune (vocals/guitar) spotted me and insisted I come to the front of the stage and take of my shirt and jacket. I obliged and as the band took up the sultry slump of “Scent of Love” (with the aid of TV Ghost’s Tim Gick on guitar), Ms. Fortune produced a straight razor and proceeded to slash my torso to bits.

And I took the damage gladly and with long, lustfully destructive sighs I haven’t uttered since…well, since I was last likely to be found in a black box in Alphabet City listening intently to a wanton Electra Anarchist (and company) sired by David J and Nick Cave whip up a far more furious and vital racket than her dour (albeit fashionable) expressions and alabaster sin would initially suggest which, the more I consider it, makes a lot of fucking sense.

Discipline & Desire is a siren call to those bygone days when self-mutilation was a sign of affection and I spent my weekends in fishnets and a dog collar doing that insufferable dark faerie snake dance at The Pyramid with gloom punks and the willfully hopeless whose beauty paraded crude tattoos and terribly dangerous nicknames. It is a goth record that revives the sinister sensuality inherent in the genre’s origin story (written in blood well before my black time), wherein skinny kids in leather chose drugs, sex and death over the emptiness left in the wake of punk’s failure to galvanize the youth to revolution.

Despite that, there is a genuine warmth to the record; a sense of love and longing that weaves itself deftly between the rallies to anger and despair and which becomes most apparent in the melodious Bauhausian vulnerability of “AD RE IAN” which is as honest and unselfconscious a love song as I’m likely to hear in a long time.

Perhaps, then, my dream wasn’t so peculiar.

Wax Idols - Discipline & Desire, reviewed by Charles on 2013-05-21T10:23:01+00:00 rating 3.5 out of 5



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