Marilyn Manson – Eat Me, Drink Me Review

Marilyn Manson. The most famous example of the duality of popular culture is also one of the most infamous performers on Earth, and with good reason. Aside from his freaky act, odd visual style, and generally articulate and intelligent speech scaring the hell out of parents, he’s also the mastermind of some of the best “unsettling to your parents” industrial rock on the planet. But he has also, to some mild extent, been trying to branch away from doing just that sort of music for some time now, as anyone who owns Mechanical Animals will attest. This isn’t a bad thing; variety is a good thing to see from a musician, especially one who’s as talented as Manson (no, really). Eat Me, Drink Me, aside from being a thematic double-entendre, is another extension of that attempted branching out; coming off as a sort of guitar-centric romanticized rock effort, the album retains the trademark Manson sound while moving into a different direction, one that’s less about being the boogeyman and more about being a (weird) person.

Eat Me, Drink Me is actually a collaboration between Manson and former bassist/present guitarist Tim Skold (he of Skold/KMFDM/MDFMK fame), the end result of which is something that SOUNDS like a Marilyn Manson album in style, but not in presentation. Most of the songs are more “romantically” themed, either in the style of relationship failures, dirty love, or the death of a significant other, and by and large the concept works very well. The album also shows a more distinct recognition of the music behind the effort, with guitar solos being commonplace throughout the album. Songs like “Heart-Shaped Glasses” and “Evidence” make good use of this thematic change, and songs like “If I Was Your Vampire” and “The Red Carpet Grave” work reasonably well while still maintaining Manson’s trademark “boogeyman” persona.

Not that it’s a perfect record, unfortunately. “You and Me and the Devil Makes 3” is, well, a little cheesy, and the track highlighted in Manson’s fued with My Chemical Romance, “Mutilation Is the Sincerest Form of Flattery”, seems like little more than Manson whining while dropping the F-bomb fifty times. The bad definitely outweighs the good on Eat Me, Drink Me, and for both fans of Manson and those who tired of his harder act but are interested in something more broad from the man. It’s not quite a crossover masterpiece, but it is certainly a good purchase.

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