THE place for your Sisters-related comments, questions and snippets of Sisters information. For those who do not know, The Sisters of Mercy are a rock'n'roll band. And a pop band. And an industrial groove machine. Or so they say. They make records. Lots of records, apparently. But not in your galaxy. They play concerts. Lots of concerts, actually. But you still cannot see them. So what's it all about, Alfie? This is one of the few tightly-moderated forums on Heartland, so please keep on-topic. All off-topic posts will either be moved or deleted. Chairman Bux is the editor and the editor's decision is final. Danke.
No other band in the history of rock 'n' roll took itself as seriously as the Sisters of Mercy did. Vocalist Andrew Eldritch played the draconian Goth zombie so well (right down to the faux Prussian accent) that he wound up sounding not just grave, but often comically so. Fortunately, the Sisters' passionately melancholic fans aren't the sort to fault a band for being too melodramatic. The group ably brushed away the cobwebs from the gloomy Gothic fa?ºade and exposed a rock infrastructure hidden below. They reintroduced the mighty electric guitar to give their music a forceful sound of subterranean depth, often eerily contrasting gloom with sultry R&B backing vocals and serpentine dance beats. WEA Records.
It's a pretty good website, I was looking for the first Batfish album and in taking a peek at available Sisters collectables, actually bothered to read the blurb, that appears to have been provided by WEA.
No wonder Von has been pissed off with them for all these years, if this is what they used to promote him
I'm not convinced they've ever heard anything by the Sisters, I just can't imagine Von "play(ing) the draconian Goth zombie so well (right down to the faux Prussian accent)"
Sounds more like Nosferatu, now they really did miss the joke
Does that mean for all these years I've been a 'passionately melancholic fan' and I didnae ken it?
And how come the most fun I've ever had has been with the good burgers of Heartland?
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Well, I certainly got it even more wrong before. I said I agreed with my band being called industrial, then I just had to mention Suicide as an influence, before people started questioning my judgement, hearing, sanity and very existance on earth.
Though people also claim we're a goth band. If it makes them happy.
Dark wrote:Well, I certainly got it even more wrong before. I said I agreed with my band being called industrial, then I just had to mention Suicide as an influence, before people started questioning my judgement, hearing, sanity and very existance on earth.
Though people also claim we're a goth band. If it makes them happy.
Stay away from lyrics about "pointy sticks" and naming yourself after vampires and you'll be fine. I saw them in Birmingham once in about 92, nearly the whole audience of five were trying to hide behind a pillar weeping with laughter
I hope they get it, I really do, I just don't hold out much hope
I think I actually own all but 1 of Nosferatus albums, so I shouldn't take the pee and I've seen them about 4 times, and what's worse, I enjoyed it. (Time for me to get my coat) In my defence i was young, and all I had to guide me, (a couple of years after seeing the sisters on TOTP), was Mick Mercer and his Gothic Rock compilation album. Good album that
draconian
adj.
Exceedingly harsh; very severe:
its a fair cop
'Tis true, but not put in front of Goth Zombie with a faux prussian accent, surely
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
bananacamel wrote:I've seen them [Nosferatu] about 4 times, and what's worse, I enjoyed it.
Heh. I've seen them a few times too.
Including once in Sheffield, where I was very drunk, fell off the shoulders of some other loon* onto the stage, and nicked the setlist halfway through the set.
* I wish I could remember that bloke's name; he let me kip in his spare room when I'd missed the last train back to Leeds that night. Them there goffs are friendly people
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell