Album Review: Electric Six – “Bitch, Don’t Let Me Die!”
No less than the eleventh album from Dick Valentine and co, Bitch, Don’t Let Me Die! is, according to the press release, a concept album by Electric Six about mortality. Hence the subtle title I guess. But, as they say themselves, “Everybody’s gonna die some day, but with Electric Six’s new album, you no longer have to worry about any of it.” Alrighty then.
The key thing is, possible themes aside, Bitch, Don’t Let Me Die! sees Electric Six on their usual good form from the stomping opener Drone Strikes through the cheesy stadium rock riffs of Two Dollar Two and A Variation of Elaine, to Roulette!, which owes a sly nod back to their commercial high point of Danger! High Voltage!.
Rest assured that Electric Six aren’t getting any more sensible with age though – let’s be honest, how many other bands can you think of who would write a mini rock opera about a Santa Claus impersonator being impaled on spikes at the bottom of someone’s chimney and call it Big Red Arthur? More to the point, if anyone fancies starting a campaign to get it to the festive number one this year then count me in, just to see the look on Toadman Cowell’s face.
Elsewhere, Bitch, Don’t Let Me Die! ranges from sounding like a copy of Vegas-era Elvis (Dime Dime Penny Dime) to a full on Mariachi number with synths (Slow Motion Man). There is also a song called When Cowboys File For Divorce, which somehow manages to be as good as its title promises, which is no mean feat. Overall, another strong effort from Electric Six which should keep their fans happy and then some.
Whoever came up with the saying that those who the gods destroy, they first make mad, clearly wasn't paying attention to Electric Six. Thirteen years and eleven albums later, there's no sign of any of them being on the wrong end of a lightning bolt and we should all be thankful - the music scene would be a much duller and less fun place without the usual annual offering of supremely tuneful madness from this band. Recommended.