The only Danzig album I really like. I wanted to like Danzig II but I just didn’t. It seemed like it was trying too hard to capture what Danzig I was. Which was pure evil in an awesomely 80’s kind of way. During the reign of Danzig I Glenn Danzig was God and carried with him a legend of debauchery, depravity, and violence. I heard he broke a guy’s skull with his bare hands for trying to snatch the goats head medallion from around his neck.
The album was no great feat of musical talent but it was power, you felt it. And for us 16 and 17 year old kids it was an anthem. We had no voice and Danzig lent us theirs.