The Pale Emperor (Deluxe Edition)
The restrained glam and guitar hook in this album's opener, “Killing Strangers,” upholds a sarcastic pro-gun stance while telling of what’s to come next. And it sounds as if Marilyn Manson is tortured by a never-ending emotional dependence on demon saviors (“The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles,” “The Demon Beneath My Feet”), sexual incongruity (“Cupid Carries a Gun,” as heard on TV’s Salem), filthy blues (“Odds of Even”), and ugly private aggravations (the pop metalcore “Deep Six”). Manson’s dirty compulsions have always been his salve and curse. But the man who made creepy ironic narcissism radio-friendly delivers his best album in years.