Demon Lung - A Dracula
Alucarda is a 1977 horror film directed by Juan López Moctezuma which when spelled backwards gives us the titular A Dracula, the second full-length from Vegas doomsters Demon Lung. The Mexican cult horror film also serves as inspiration for the album.
In the interests of research, and the hope of seeing some pert 70’s titties, I watched the film and in this case the word cult can be translated as ‘shit’. Unless you like films that in today’s money could be made for 20p and a drumstick lolly, in which case this will have you wetting your coffin in the basement of your mum’s house. Possibly.
Thankfully it has spawned an infinitely better collection of slow, hymn-like grooves, with a twist of the desert, that praise the dark lord himself, the Morning Star: Lucifer. Over 8 tracks, the story of Satan’s daughter Alucarda, her love for fellow convent girl Justine and her death at the hands of the convent’s nuns and subsequent resurrection that brings the eventual destruction of earth is given musical life in an epic fashion that reveals a genuine passion for all things occult and the horror film genre itself.
A beautiful slice of acoustic atmosphere introduces the disc, with some lovely chord work weaving a dark spell that dissolves into a thunderous tumult.
I Am Haunted brings to mind early My Dying Bride with its slow paced horror and hypno-groove. Some tasty pinched harmonics litter the piece adding extra sonic joy.
Shanda Frederick’s vocals seduce throughout, flicking the air like the serpent’s tongue in the Garden of Eden while the musicianship of Jeremy Brenton (drums), Phil Burns and Brent Lynch (guitars) and Jason Lamb on bass, hypnotizes and twirls the listener into a twisting, trippy, demonic voyage.
Rursumque Adracula is another instrumental, acoustic at its’ heart with some gorgeous melodic guitar swirling around it like smoke under the door of an ancient castle.
Raped by the Serpent is a heavy groove featuring a big swaying riff that carries us away to the album’s finale. It mellows in the mid-section before rumbling back into life and rising from its’ dark tomb triumphantly.
Turn off the lights, slip your headphones on and suspiciously eye that dark shape in the doorway. Press play and breathe in the devil’s air with Demon Lung.
Words: Paul Cooke