CRADLE OF FILTH
Existence Is Futile
NUCLEAR BLAST
Suffolk’s Bacchanalian black metallers find elation in nihilism
IT’S TRADITION TO dunk on Cradle Of Filth. They look silly. They’re not ‘true’ black metal. Dani Filth sounds like air being squeezed from a balloon. That’s all true, and it makes them one of the UK’s most idiosyncratic, endearing extreme acts.
Album 13 dribbles from Cradle’s curmudgeonly canon with a unique discharge. It’s a different whiff to 2017’s , which blasted forth with gunpowder, ghosts and everything its 19th-century English trappings permitted; or two years prior, which
