The Lurking Corpses - '23 Tales Of Terror' (Hells Headbangers) Print E-mail
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Written by Gaz E   
Friday, 13 September 2013 03:40

lurkingcover176The Lurking Corpses are a masked, hooded crypt crew who crawled out of a Ft. Wayne mausoleum in 2001 and released the epic '23 Tales Of Terror' album a decade ago. The album, containing, yep, 23 tracks, has been lovingly reissued this month by the metal-loving mofos at Hells Headbangers on limited edition double vinyl, the LP available on both coloured and black fantastic plastic.


What is it about this gathering of ghouls that warrants such love and affection though?


Well, basically, '23 Tales Of Terror' is a long player so full of B-movie bombast and Z-grade schlock that it deserves to be introduced to any horror punk/metal loving creep who missed its (un)dead cool charms first time around, and re-introduced to any fear-making fan who previously owned the album and is now deserving of a gore-geous collectable with looks that kill just like the sounds scratched into the wax by a talon-clawed man-beast.


Like a horror band thing from another world, The Lurking Corpses have absorbed all kinds of bands dubbed horror rock, whether it be punk or metal, and fashioned a monster mish-mash of a sound that throws all sorts of shock rock to the graveyard wall to see what sticks.


'Come To My Castle' borders on death metal, 'When Your Body Dies' is full-on Misfits homage, while 'Meet Me In The Graveyard' is built around the bones of a chugging guitar that a certain Mr. 13 perfected with his red 'n' black tainted Murderdoll brethren; pretty much every sub-genre of horror rock covered within the first four songs....


....but then, out of nowhere, a crazed King Diamond-esque vocal appears, tongue firmly in moustachioed cheek, and hangs around the rest of the record like a lost soul. The Lurking Corpses are having fun playing with dead things...and this listener was quick to join in; the putrid plethora of cult horror movie dialogue that litters every track providing as much entertainment in trying to remember which cinematic masterpiece it came from as the song itself.


Song titles like 'Werewolf Bitch', 'Horror Geek' and 'Zombie Bitch In Heat' should be the final nail in the coffin if you're still unsure as to where these boys and ghouls have their hooves planted, sound-wise, but even those song titles pale into insignificance when faced with the literary-bombs that explode into your eyes and ears upon first listen, namely 'Mummy Cum' and 'The Witch's Cunt'.


A lost love threatened with being buried alive, '23 Tales Of Terror' is, with a horde of Hells Headbangers behind it, frighteningly good.