â€˜The Dance Of Deathâ€™ is album number 4 from the Scaramanga Six. It features 10 epic tales of self confessed evil pop bastardry. Featuring â€˜Baggageâ€™ this CD grabs you by the throat and strokes your face, like a lover who has been drinking whiskey until all hours. You never quite know what itâ€™s going to do next. But you know itâ€™s going to be a grand gesture. Sporadically recorded in a farmhouse in Salisbury with Cardiacâ€™s Tim Smith, who worked with the Scaramangas on 2004â€™s â€˜Cabin Feverâ€™. It sounds more like it should have been made in a blood red velvet padded cell.
The opener â€˜The Throning Roomâ€™ sweeps in dramatically like an ageing drag queen that proceeds to bite the head off your sonâ€™s pet hamster. Short and with proper guitars Morriconeâ€™s vocals shouting then crooning in rock splendour like a man whoâ€™s spent years practicing. So wrong, yet so good. It comes as no surprise that they used a drummer from a Queen tribute band on this. Nestled between the chaos we have songs that border on tender. â€˜The Collectorâ€™ is almost stripped bare in comparison. â€˜Catalystâ€™ provides some lovely piano and although it verges on rock ballad thereâ€™s something more
Scott Walker about it. â€œWhen you smile it takes up your whole faceâ€.
Similarly â€˜Sunken Eyesâ€™ takes the serious issue of domestic violence and makes it into a dirty rock epic with a croon that Walker would be proud of. The underlying organ adds a sense of foreboding and although itâ€™s not easy listening because of the truthful lyrics, the music is actually surprisingly like schizophrenic funky cabaret verging on early Pulp recordings. Lyrically speaking there seems to be a penchant for word play and rhyming couplets. There seems to be a genuine love for the sounds of words. â€˜Helveticaâ€™ takes the font of the same name and turns it into an anthem of ego with glorious harmonies and baritone saxophone. â€Treat me like Iâ€™m just common place - Iâ€™m the man from Helveticaâ€.
The passion and skill in this CD is palpable in every play. Those who will try to pigeonhole The Scaramanga Six as mock rock darkly humorous Northerners. Think again and listen to this. itâ€™s seriously good music. The piano on the opening to â€™Towering Infernoâ€™ is a thing of beauty by itself. The humour is just a bonus. â€˜The Dance of Deathâ€™ takes every little trendy boy and hangs him with his own skinny tie.