There's a stern confidence to Manson's latest, a bit like NiN circa Ghosts. He's not out to shock you or otherwise grab your attention by the scruff - whatever audience he's gonna get that way, it's been got.
This is just songs. Each one rides a bluesy mantra and a thunderous // rumbling beat of choice, and in the first minute you know more or less what's coming in the next 4 or 5. Watching the little details creep in, letting the groove seep into your head unnoticed has its small pleasures.
The Pale Emperor is about the right title: Manson's the ex-berzerker, and now he sits and surveys his kingdom bathed in white flame impassively, no one left to conquer or impress 3/5
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