Every time an artist releases a new album, they take major risks. As any Manson fan knows, Marilyn Manson savors risks and quite often reaps big rewards by plunging into territories others, even longtime fans, may find themselves reluctant to attempt entering. This album proves itself no exception.
Eat Me, Drink Me appeals to a certain spectrum of the Manson emotional range. It’s not particularly political, it’s not about conquering the world – it’s about conquering one’s own internal world. Manson paints in the same vivid colors we’ve gotten used to over the years, but it’s like he’s refined his technique while keeping it refreshingly raw. This is pure emo-fied angst being felt by a man far out of his teens, yet it’s remains accessible to all ages. Love – that’s what this album tackles. The curse, if you will, of love and how exceptionally powerful yet excruciatingly unbearable that force can be. Unfortunately, it’s not perspective gained by speculation, either. The album began when the opening lyrics suggest: “Six AM, Christmas morning” when Manson began dealing with the end of his relationship with from Dita Von Teese that would end in divorce.
Each song stands alone and that’s rare for an album, but the way they flow together truly makes them one solid masterpiece as a piece of art. Since we know Manson learned of his divorce on January 5th (his birthday) 2007 and the album came out the following June, you might wonder if the album feels rushed. It does not. Instead it feels poignant and intensely, surrealistically real. If you’re wondering how something feels realistic and surrealistic at the same time – that’s Manson’s intentions as an artist: blending reality and fantasy.
I don’t have any favorites, but having gone through my own heart-shredding relationship disaster in the month’s following the album’s release (she bought this album for me, crazily enough!) I empathize strongly with the lines: “I love you so much I wish you would kill me now.” And that’s the album’s power, combining deep inner relevancy with high art.
Oh, and seeing the show helped drive it in. I hadn’t heard the whole album when I saw Manson live in Phoenix, but these songs fit right in with his classics. If you’re on the fence due to Golden Age of the Grotesque, I say dive off and snatch this album up. You won’t regret, I promise!