Admirably aiming high when so many seem content to play it safe and follow the footsteps of their peers, this a wonderful rollercoaster of a record that puts Creeper way out on their own.
Their most astonishing and liberating move yet.
‘Sex, Death and the Infinite Void’ is the sound of a band picking themselves up, putting themselves back together, and going for something completely new. It’s bloody brilliant and, quite frankly, should be in many, many AOTY lists when this unusual year finally ends.
Creeper deliver a near perfect record. An album which is spangled with emotional undercurrents that rise up through dark swirls.
Where Eternity, In Your Arms was all grandiose riffs and dramatic tempo, Creeper’s latest offering, the rather menacingly named Sex, Death & The Infinite Void, reinvents the band with a moodier, capricious sound laced with cinematic decrepitude; their ostentatiously gothic narratives still front and centre after faking their own demise in 2018.
Like its predecessor, Sex, Death, & the Infinite Void treats naval-gazing like a spectator sport, with each death-obsessed narrative resolving into a gang-vocal crescendo of stale cigarette smoke and beer-can-crushing outsider solidarity.
Creeper may lack originality, but they make up for it with ambition and sheer cheek.
They've been through a lot of shit, and here the Southhampton band charge into the darkness, resulting in an ambitious and nuanced album.
Creeper take a deeper dive into their punk-laden theatrics, and are all the better for it.
#8 | / | Punktastic |
#11 | / | Gigwise |
#16 | / | Kerrang! |
#35 | / | Dork |
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/ | Alternative Press |