You arrive at The Young Gods due to name-drops and connections including David Bowie, Nine Inch Nails and Swans – and maybe they sound, at least a little bit anyway, like all three of those artists combined. Okay, you might have arrived at them back in the day without being prompted but for me it was David Bowie – his wonderful Outside album was one of my favourites from the “late-period” Bowie catalogue and I devoured the press surrounding that album. I couldn’t understand why it was something of a failure.
But The Young Gods remained, mostly, just a name. For me. So, now here I am with The Red Water as it translates from L’eau Rouge, a lean, mean, strange, baffling and quite brilliant album that – on first listen – freaked me out even. Playing it over and again I’ve found some love for it. But it’s a right time/right place album. And then, isn’t the best music always like that anyway? The really best music I mean.
I might not fall madly in love with this album – but it seemed important to get a handle on. To roll with for a bit. And I reckon it’ll become a favourite for a wee while at least..