RAW, Summer 1990 ---------------- THE LUCI' SHOW! By Dave Henderson DANZIG Lucifuge Def American 4 stars "I'm sorry, Mister Danzig can't come to the phone right now... he's in conference with the Devil." After last year's belated but bounteous self- titled album, Danzig screen Episode Two of their mini-drama. Opening with the extreme claustrophobia of 'Long Way Back From Hell', it's a travelogue that's near perfect as Glenn Danzig shuffles in the tomb of Rock, easily avoiding the predictable shortcomings of his contemporaries. 'Long Way Back From Hell' possesses the same upfront, in-your-face throb that the debut did. It's hellish. It's harrowing. It breaks into a blistering solo. Danzig must be the heaviest band in the universe and, somehow, they manage to nimbly strut above the steaming abyss of embarrassing neo-Gothic role-playing that so many "evil doers" plummet into. Danzig have melody, control of the volume switch, intense but never cliched visions and a vocal that flashes against your inner ear like a Chinese burn. They may be on the way back from Hell, but they're no less critical of society or religion. As we head deeper into the Danzig psyche, the stories become more disturbed. It's like scanning the scoops from the American evangelist press. And where Danzig's debut was like the whiplash from a motorway pile up, their '90s incarnation is accessible, spreading an eerie breed of menace into the world of commercial Rock. Somehow Danzig's gentlest sounds still hold that essential scare value, that nifty wordplay that tells you these guys have a nightmare ride of their own. Sure, you're welcome to come, but this one might just turn your head inside out.