We have long preached the sexual-chocolate gospel of Electric Six, and like demonic clockwork, they’re back with Bride of The Devil, their 14th album. With grand promises to “corrupt you and enslave you as the beautiful demonic bride you know you truly are,” the Detroit rock collective kick off the season of the Great Pumpkin with this Oct. 5th release on Metropolis Records (pre-order).
A revitalized energy puts the glorious sounds and thematic metaphors in overdrive on Bride of The Devil. According to the band, The Devil is a metaphor for Russia and the United States is “the young girl who is seduced, corrupted and wedded into a Satanic covenant with the beast” – a scene we’re seeing played out in a molasses-speed train derailment on a national level. But this is no fire-and-brimstone record of doom and gloom. It’s pure fun and madness, a dance party on the Gravitron – with bees.
Our favorite track on the record is “You’re Toast,” a funk-steppin’ jam that finds frontman Dick Valentine wylin’ out like he’s in AC/DC. And goddamnit, we’re thrilled to be premiering it today.
“We’ve never had a song that had as much of a roadhouse feel as this one does,” offers Valentine on the track’s potency. “I felt like the lyrics needed to feature a protagonist who was volatile, aggressive, agressively drunk AND addicted to opioids (aggressively) and itching for payback. It’s a very simple repetitive guitar riff and I’ll bet if you took a hundred singers and had them write a vocal part for this song, all one hundred of us would have come up with the same idea, as it’s just not the type of thing anyone would want to fight or deviate from….it’s sleazy blues and it pulls you in. As this is sung in a total Brian Johnson register, I’ve already told everyone this is the only song off the album I won’t be able to do live night after night.”
There you have it. Listen to “You’re Toast,” exclusively premiered on Antiquiet:
RUSSIA, IF YOU’RE LISTENING
|Sep 28||Lansing, MI||The Loft|
|Sep 30||Montreal, Canada||Casa Del Popolo|
|Oct 1||Somerville, MA||Thunder Road|
|Oct 2||Brooklyn, NY||Littlefield|
|Oct 3||Washington, DC||Black Cat|
|Oct 4||Philadelphia, PA||Milk Boy|
|Oct 5||Baltimore, MD||Metro Gallery|
|Oct 6||Carrboro, NC||Cat’s Cradle|
|Oct 7||Atlanta, GA||The Masquerade|
|Oct 9||Orlando, FL||Soundbar|
|Oct 10||Lake Park, FL||The Kelsey Theater|
|Oct 11||Tallahassee, FL||The Wilbury|
|Oct 12||Nashville, TN||The End|
|Oct 13||Louisville, KY||Zanzabar|
|Oct 14||Pittsburgh, PA||Club Cafe|
|Oct 17||Columbus, OH||The Basement|
|Oct 18||Chicago, IL||Reggie’s|
|Oct 19||Toledo, OH||Ottawa Tavern|
|Oct 20||Detroit, MI||Magic Stick|
A bit of history: Electric Six first rose to power in 2003 with their debut Fire, torching both Taco Bell and the disco with their song Danger! High Voltage and laying to waste to the moth-eaten tapestry of party rock. They’ve since developed a cult following with their flair for hilariously irony-soaked lyrics, impossibly catchy tunes, on-stage aerobics and bizarrely awesome videos. Dick Valentine is the musical equivalent of a faith healer on ecstasy, the master of ceremonies and undisputed king of acerbic one-liners. His sex-rock hypnotics could turn a funeral into an orgy with the dead. All you need is a mirrorball and a microphone. And maybe some lotion.
They are an intentionally gaudy celebration of the absurd, embracing disposable culture and manipulating it to serve their disco-metal synth pop whims. This music is best for the kind of dancing one would only do in their underwear in front of the bedroom mirror, or on the dancefloor after a trip to the costume store and about nine margaritas.
They cause photosynthesis at night. They are ridiculous refined, a wide-eyed, sex-charged disco-metal beast, voracious for that sacred cow.
They are Electric Six. And Bride of The Devil is coming for you.