Neil Young had Freedom. Lou Reed had New York. Enter, then, Glenn Danzig's 777: I Luciferi?
To be a Danzig fan is an exercise in endurance. One must generally exert one's will not to yearn for the past. Forget about the Misfits. Don't think of Samhain. And quit wishing for those American Records years. The incarnation of Danzig represented on I Luciferi nearly erases longtime whines for memories of past glories, revamping the sound in the meantime, replacing power-chords and clarity with all-out crunch and grind. More reminiscent of the glory of Danzig's former Samhain, this record hits its stride immediately with the instrumental "Unendlich" and never stumbles nor strays from the path it blazes. "Black Mass" starts the pace off nicely, chugging along at mid-tempo, compelling the listener to turn the volume up, way up, and segues into the all-out twister, "Wicked Pussycat." By this point, you're hooked. It's the incredible dynamics of "Dead Inside," though, that really sell I Luciferi.
Like Samhain's seminal November Coming Fire, I Luciferi provides another rollercoaster-like thrill midway through, with the one-two knockout punch of the title track and "Naked Witch." "Angel Blake" slows the pace a little and settles into a deep, sinister territory that lingers throughout the remainder of the album. As "Without Light, I Am" winds up, the listener is left thanking either God or Lucifer for the glorious renaissance that is I Luciferi and is reaching for the "repeat" button on the CD player. I personally sat through three straight listens the first time through. An incredible album. A keeper. A classic.