The Black Flower (Black Sun)
Enslain Magazine Issue #6
Order Issue #6!  This review included. Let us consider that you are in a mood that is relatively free of sorrow. This record will drag you back into the reality of our poignant and perpetually incomplete existence. Within the genre of pop, there is a dark side; a side that retains a deceptively accessible aspect, while at the same time refuses to conform to exhibiting the naivete and "happy-go-luckiness" commonly associated with contemporary orthodox pop. Enter Diabolique, pop for the real world.
The guitars range from clean to a mild, softer than average distortion; a haunting back drop to various synth sounds, straightforward drum rhythms, and vocals in a very low register, with a narrow range. Dynamics are mid tempo to a few notches slower. The over-all sound results in a paradox of slightly up-beat moodiness.
Each song is a direct cross-section of what the whole album sounds like, yet each one is a unique vortex into a world of unhappiness and disappointment. The lyrics are a dance of hope and desire within relationships, coupled with the angst and dismay borne of their uncertain and elusive nature. "The Black Flower" is a cultivation of opium for the soul, in 11 sickly sweet doses. Misery was never before so palatable. -- Richard