Never, Neverland (Deluxe Edition) Unto Others

• 1 Butterfly 03:08
• 2 Momma Likes the Door Closed 03:11
• 3 Angel of the Night 03:32
• 4 Suicide Today 03:16
• 5 Sunshine 03:28
• 6 Glass Slippers 00:51
• 7 Fame 02:55
• 8 When the Kids Get Caught 02:57
• 9 Flatline 01:37
• 10 Time Goes on 03:09
• 11 Cold World 04:41
• 12 I Am the Light 02:40
• 13 Farewell... 00:46
• 14 Raigeki 雷撃 03:33
• 15 Hoops 02:56
• 16 Never, Neverland 04:02
• 17 Pet Sematary (Bonus Cover Version) 03:18
• Total Runtime 50:00

Info for Never, Neverland (Deluxe Edition)

Never, Neverland ist das Album, mit dem UNTO OTHERS ein neues Kapitel aufschlagen. Ihr dritter Longplayer nach den Underground-Klassikern Mana und Strength ist der Klang von hartem Licht, das durch die düsteren Gothic- und klassischen Metal-Motive des Quartetts aus Portland bricht. Nach beachtlichen Radioplatzierungen und hunderten von Liveshows auf der ganzen Welt in Gesellschaft von Behemoth, Arch Enemy und King Diamond (neben vielen anderen) haben sich Frontmann Gabe Franco und Co. mit dem Produzenten Tom Dalgety (Ghost, The Cult) zusammengetan und den nächsten Schritt von dunklen Sonnenbrillen und tuckernden metallischen Riffs zu der melodiösen Düsternis des Leadsongs „Butterfly“, der krachenden, punkigen Hingabe von „Suicide Today“ oder der Grandiosität von „Angel of the Night“ gemacht. Es ist das Album, das UNTO OTHERS nicht nur als Nachfolger von Type O Negative oder den Sisters of Mercy ausweist, sondern als eine großartige Rockband, die an der Schwelle zu etwas Unheiligem und Gewaltigem steht.

Gabriel Franco, Gesang, Gitarre
Sebastian Silva, Gitarr
Brandon Hill, Bass
Colin Vranizan, Schlagzeug

Zur Info: wir bieten dieses Album in der nativen Abtastrate von 48 kHz, 24-Bit an. Die uns zur Verfügung gestellte 96 kHz-Version wurde hochgerechnet und bietet keinen hörbaren Mehrwert!

Unto Others
As addictively bittersweet as blood on the lips, and tragically cool as a days-gone corpse, the second album from Unto Others reaffirms their reputation as the finest band in goth-rock today.

Having been stripped of original moniker Idle Hands following a flurry of trademark issues wrapped in red tape last September, fans hooked by 2019’s outstanding Mana could be forgiven for worrying whether the Portland, OR collective might take the enforced rebranding as an opportunity to change up their sound. Thankfully, they’ve only doubled-down on their darkly romantic formula, stitching in sharper hooks, more pulsating beats and even deeper shades of black.Emerging from an electrified pool, of feedback, evocatively-titled opener Heroin roars into life, with the deathly metallic urgency of an outfit like Tribulation, but, for the most part, Unto Others prefer to showcase their Strength through sex and swagger rather than sheer savagery. Downtown feels like a pick-up anthem designed for some all-night dive bar, to be played in the darkness just before dawn. When Will Gods Work Be Done, meanwhile is a classic vampiric banger with a touch of crunch, which could sit alongside the best work from legends as esteemed as Bauhaus and She Wants Revenge.

Perhaps most striking is their ability to draw from throughout the genre’s history while weaving subtly different parts into an utterly compelling whole. There is a touch of the downtrodden melancholy of Joy Division about No Children Laughing Now, for instance, while something about the high energy hand-wringing of Why is powerfully reminiscent of classic Alkaline Trio. The high atmospherics and purposeful heft of Pat Benatar cover Hell Is For Children and Just A Matter Of Time owe a little to Type O Negative. The shimmering post-punk of Instinct could’ve come from The Cure.

By the time you reach the conclusive title-track, however – an impishly playful little number that surges from airy indie riffage and handclaps into tearaway guitar-solos and thunderous drums – the only band you’ll want to talk about will be the one whose name is pressed onto this album. Follow them into the sunset, and Unto Others will reward you with no end of dark delight.

This album contains no booklet.