It’s a revival. You can’t walk by this tent of highly impassioned hollerers and not feel the urge to be saved by their holy rock and roll, which seems to be inspired and transmitted from another plane altogether.
I love it when singers sound like they’re about to crack with insanity. Kevin Lee is one step beyond – he’s already cracked, but he’s very much alright. He’s seen some sort of Holy Ghost light-beam, a peeled-apart seam in the fabric of space-time, I imagine – perhaps boundaries of universes – from which energy floods into him and dynamically, electrically through him as an all-out musical frenzy.
Silver Darling’s songs compel with severe intensity and intrigue, reminding me of horrendously beautiful icons from Eastern religious myth – the ones that devour demons while doing their nails and having sex with fabulously attractive consorts all at the same time.
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