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Credit Card - Devil's Night / Dead Internet LP review
What do you do when the shadows are out to get you? When the very walls come alive and attempt to subdue you physically, mentally, and spiritually. When the floor begins to open up and attempts to swallow you whole like an enormous beast with an unquenchable appetite. Nowhere to run, no one to call out to for help. These lifeless lands that were once kissed by innocence and sunshine; now, all that still resides draws strength and stimulus from something else. Something far more malignant. This is where Credit Card has established its habitation. This is where this record was birthed, for better or worse.
Detroit's Credit Card has so much going for it on so many levels. On one hand, you can compare its sound to gloomy industrial bands like Front 242, with some hints of Honey's Dead-era Jesus and Mary Chain and a dash of Depeche Mode thrown in for melancholy that comes around every now and again. But there are deeper caverns in this music to explore. There are songs on this LP that are so twisted and bizarre, I seriously lack the words to describe them. For example, go listen to the tune "Mister Sophistication," which starts out as delicate as moth wings and slowly gets eclipsed by a madness that gradually makes it's way into the song, changing it into something chaotic and nightmarish by its end. And don't even get me started on the song "RHCP Tattoo."But the gray, stormy days don't end there. The song "Vampire's Kiss" is a walk through Bran Castle in the misty midnight hours. It's a victim crying out in desperation to the master for just a hint of attention. Credit Card's music makes the room heavy and the air in it dense, as if something is pounding on the inside walls of your skull and is starting to leave permanent damage. Devil's Night / Dead Internet is a car ride at night across a vast, lonely desert. You weave in and out of this dangerous territory, knowing that the only things keeping you safe are movement and the thin, tin walls of your vehicle. You know that if either of those should falter, the chances of your survival until daylight are, in fact, slim. The same can be said for this record. Once you begin at Track 1, you know that the only thing keeping you safe at the moment is a thin, circular, rotating piece of plastic. Will you survive until the end? And if so, what will you become by the journey's end?
