Vim Fuego
King Diamond has one of the most remarkable voices in metal. His operatic falsetto wail was the outstanding feature of Mercyful Fate’s supernaturally powerful, distinctive sound. He then forged a successful solo career, along fairly similar lines, a little less technical, a little more theatrical. Diamond had done so much for metal. So why the hell did he inflict this monstrosity upon us?
There’s nothing wrong with the music on this album. Diamond has always assembled outstanding musicians, and the songwriting is impressive. The playing and arrangements are second to none. His voice is top notch. So what makes it a monstrosity?
The first clue is in the first few seconds of the album. “Out From The Asylum” is one of the cheesiest, stupidest introductions to an album ever. It’s just totally fucking silly. And it all just gets worse from there...
So, yeah, apparently Grandma has kangaroos loose in the top paddock, but it’s time to welcome her home from the asylum. What could possibly go wrong?
Grandma has a tea party with people who aren’t really there, but King is told to forget about it. Next, Grandma offers to teach him about Amon over another cup of tea, this time with Ma’s blood in it (hint: Amon isn’t Chris Amon, the motor racer who competed in 96 grand prix, and won the 1966 Le Mans 24-hour race).
There’s the voices of “them” which the album gets it’s name from, his sister Missy tries to stop “them, so “they” chop her to bits with a broken teapot, King stumbles outside, snaps out of the enchantment, kills Grandma, and ends up in an asylum himself. It’s such a dumb fucking story. If you’re going to do a concept album, don’t write a concept which reads like a nine-year-old’s idea of a horror movie. This is just impossible to listen to without rolling eyes, cringing, and wondering how the hell such an iconic metal artist thought this was a good idea, not to mention his band, label, or even management. Artists should have full control over what they create, but at the same time, there’s nothing wrong with someone tapping them on the shoulder and asking “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
The answer is “no it wasn’t.” If you want a good fix of King Diamond, go and listen to “The Eye” or “Abigail”, or “Fatal Portrait”. Save your rolling eyes from the strain of “Them”.