And - not to forget - with his last release "The Golden Age of Grotesque" - he made me a reborn Mansorian, ready to defend him against anything and anyone. I almost wished all my fingers where middle-ones, so that I could join him and over-phat producer Tim Skold in a giant "fuck you!" to the world, whirling around in a dark cabaret, laughing.
That's why this review has been such a long time coming.
"Eat Me Drink Me" doesn't make me feel anything. Well, except, perhaps boredom. Yeah, yeah, Dita von Teese left Marilyn Manson. Yeah, yeah, he had to lock himself in a room and record endless, gothic rock ballads with guitar heavy choruses about vampires and dark love. But did he have to release it on record? OK, there are a couple of decent tracks here, like single "Heart Shaped Glasses", that sounds like something from the 80:s. But all in all, this is a record, reeking of self therapy and - to some extent - honesty. This, here, is a part of the real Marilyn Manson/Brian Warner, heart ache and all. But in the need to get all of this angst off his chest, he forgot to include all those middle fingers, his hit sensitivity and "the devil may care" glint in the eyes, and I for one like that about Marilyn Manson. The roles, the attitude, the theatre of it all. And the great songs that makes me jump up and down.
This is boring honesty, with motifs from a stale gothic mythology and I can't bear it. Even though the music is passable, no doubt about that. It just doesn't grip me by the balls and throw me on the dance floor, or make me prowl cemeteries, thinking about morality and mortality. It makes me turn of the MP3-player, pondering if I should give My Chemical Romance another listen. And that was definitely not what Marilyn Manson intended when he wrote songs like "Mutilation Is the Most Sincere Form of Flattery" about the New Jersey group.
Dita, come back! Brian needs you to write good songs!