THE OMEN Oct. 10, 1994 SECTION HATE Entertainment Overflows in Section Hate--But at Least It's Danzig By Sean Jaffe Danzig 4 American Recordings By Danzig, imagine that. Danzig's music has always conjured up images of some smug demon cheerfully enjoying the little perks of his line of work. I think the guy has no greater pleasure in his life than creating fear and fascination, especially through the artistic use of power and emotion. I can relate to that. Danzig 4 is a happily threatening album, rife with imagery of smiling sinners and the usual descents into the realm where these descents tend to end. The other musicians don't seem to completely back Glenn up sometimes, but overall it works out. The stoic misery of "Going Down To Die" and the mysterious atrocity of "Sadistikal" are particularly compelling. The album starts off at full throttle with "Brand New God" and from there slips directly into "Little Whip," which still has me a little confused as to its title, primarily because the little whip in question is the one who is being victimized. (Well that's how it seems to me, anyway.) After that, it slows down a little with "Cantspeak" and picks up again with the aforementioned "Going Down To Die" and "Until You Call on the Dark," the best songs on the first side, in my opinion. The second side starts out in an equally strong and joyously blasphemous vein with "Bringer of Death," and goes into the sadomasochistic funeral march that is "Sadistikal," also mentioned above. I love the flogging noise in the background of that song. ["And we'll flog ice creams, 'till the company's on its knees...." Oh, sorry, wrong band. -Ed.] Then comes "Son of the Morning Star" and "I Don't Mind the Pain," which, although certainly not BAD songs, didn't excite me too much either. Fortunately they are followed up by "Stalker Song," a really nightmarish song with a Manson-esque "I'm a cold blooded killer and I'm in your head" sort of feel. (If you close your eyes he could be right behind you. Wheee!) [EEK! -Ed.] Finally, there is a sort of torture-vampiric-infernal-Sabbath-love-song kinda thing called "Let It Be Captured" which almost (but not quite) wraps things up nicely. ["but not quite"? Why, whatever could you be hinting at? Hmm... -Ed.] This is a good album, and it's nice to see that there are still some guys out there playing heavy metal, no matter what you call it. It is a good compliment to their other albums, and I would suggest it to anyone with an interest.