Tiamat mastermind
Johan Edlund, on eighth album
Prey, continues his obsession with mediocre, synth-driven
goth rock, marking a logical progression from the atrocious 2002 effort
Judas Christ. In other words,
Prey isn't an embarrassment like its predecessor, but it's still a dull, plodding affair, and a distant cry from
Tiamat's chilling crossover masterpiece,
Wildhoney (which is a
Pink Floydian prog-
psych-
death benchmark in a catalog filled with wide-ranging experimentation). Dominated by big, droning chords, medium to crawling tempos, and
Edlund's clean, sub-
Andrew Eldritch/
Peter Steele croon,
Prey drifts in a sea of contrived depression, and any ill-advised stabs at catchy songwriting --
"Wings of Heaven," "Carry Your Cross and I'll Carry Mine" -- sound clunky and forced. In fact, very little energy is exuded here -- uninspired, workmanlike guitars are played like a chore, often secondary to blase, minor-key keyboard tinkles and whooshes, with
Edlund tossing in a few uninspired riffs, as if trying to lure
Tiamat worshipers of old back into his increasingly unattractive, eyeliner-clad nest. The tedious
Prey is not the return to form that longtime
Tiamat fans could have hoped for,
Edlund instead searching for an entirely different black-clad audience and stumbling once again, both conceptually and artistically. Disappointing. ~ John Serba
