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Murderdolls | Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls

Slipknot side project #2: nobody will get scared of this.
CD, Roadrunner/CNR

Tekst: Rob van Leeuwen

Publicatiedatum: 30 september 2002

"Sir, can I see your ticket, please?" I hear somebody far away ask me. I'm travelling by train today, and I probably fell asleep. While showing my ticket, I take out my discman. Hopefully, listening to some music will keep me awake — it will still take almost an hour before I will be home again. My soundtrack for today is the debut album of the Murderdolls, called Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls. On guitar, there is Joey Jordison, known as the drummer of Slipknot, while Tripp Eisen of Static-X also plays guitar on this record. I feel looked at by other passengers; I guess it was pretty funny to see me asleep. Most of those passengers would have fled immediately after hearing my soundtrack. First song Slit My Wrist starts with some classical music by Vivaldi, but after ten seconds, everything changes. "Murder, murder, yes indeed! K-I-L-L-I-N-G!" screams the singer, over a repeating guitar riff. Straightforward punkmetal, with lyrics about murder, zombies, and grave-digging. These are probably meant to be scary — the band doesn't look that pretty either — but nobody will get scared of this. Rammstein on speed with Marilyn Manson on vocals, is the best description of the music. The person sitting in front of me probably already owns this record, because he looks with pity at me, like he wants to say, "Be wise, turn it off, and go back to sleep again!" This isn't a world-shaking record, although there are some nice guitar lines to be found, like the background riffing on the opening track. But most of the songs are far too predictable, as is She Was A Teenage Zombie. Almost every song is more of the same, which makes it a good album to play at parties where you just want the guest to stand in line for some headbanging. Then there's the sound, which is just "empty" — it's like listening to a badly recorded copy of a concert.

I'm almost home now, and the last track of the album is playing. The singer screams "Motherfucker, I don't care!" a few dozen times, and after three minutes, the song and the album come to an end. The train has stopped and I walk towards the exit. On my way out, I see one of the other passengers sleeping in his seat. I wonder if I should wake him — maybe he has to go out here too? But something stops me from waking him. You never know: He might own that Murderdolls record.

http://www.kindamuzik.net/recensie/murderdolls/beyond-the-valley-of-the-murderdolls/1906/
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