The Twilight Singers: Dynamite StepsSub Pop SPCD 844 (CD). 2011. Greg Dulli, prod.; Brenndan McGuire, Ben Mumphrey, Steve Nalepa, Mike Napolitano, others, engs. AAD? TT: 43:03
Performance ****
Sonics **** Unleash "Retarded," the unforgettable first track of Up In It (1990), the Afghan Whigs' first Sub Pop album—the one with the eerie stitched-up hand on the cover—and immediately the madness seeps out. No one has ever done the angry leer and tormented spat quite like AW singer/songwriter Greg Dulli. As the charismatic leader of one of the nastiest, hardest-edged live acts ever to prowl a 1990s indie-rock stage, he and the Whigs were one of the Yo MTV 120 Minute generation's most striking acts—one that combined buzzy guitar thunder with odd but welcome leanings toward classic R&B that persist to this day in the Twilight Singers. The assault of the Cincinnati-based Whigs was led by Dulli, a seemingly normal Ohio boy whose unhinged wailing, self-flagellating lyrics, and shrieking, Cobra-like stage persona made him a rock star: dangerous candy for the girls, unhinged fury for the fellas. Although the Whigs barely made it into the new century before splitting up in 2001 (a reunion seems highly unlikely), some of Dulli's old ferocity resurfaces three tracks into Dynamite Steps, in the urgent "Waves," which mixes clouds of swarming guitars Ö la the Whigs with his pleading half-screams. In "On the Corner" (not a Miles Davis cover), the first new single in five years from Dulli's post-Whigs band, he again becomes the sinister exhorter committed to evil alive with lyrics like, "From the Field / The Border / Gomorrah / On the Corner / Lick your lips / Desire / The Liar / Becomes Divider." Thus loosed, in the next number, "Gunshots," Dulli exults in the seductive power he still sees in a world of darkness and damage: "Gunshots, baby / Let's cut through the crowd." The overall mood and lyrical bent of Dynamite Steps clearly work in the same vaguely horror-movie drift Dulli has been enamored of since forming the vampirically titled Twilight Singers. The album's spooky gray-and-black packaging and inside photo of a winged vampire-clown thing (one of the Wicked Witch of the West's flying monkeys, all growed up?) only add to the Goth flavor, as does repeated use of such comic-book terms as demons and dark circles, and menacing couplets like "Covering the walls in Shadow / Faster than the sound of speed / Never seen no devil / Now it's all that I can see." Yet longtime fans will know that Dulli isn't trying to tap into the current (yet mercifully fading) mania for all things fanged. As always, it's the inner monsters that Dulli does battle with, and writes about with such vicious vividness.















