Marilyn Manson, I just wasn't young enough to have enough unchanneled gothic angst by the time he became famous–and I that's?nothing to lament–but then there's this song. A song which, if you still like raising your fists against conformity and the system in a crusty-goth kind of way, is a call to arms. But more likely you're like me and find its attempt to shock adorable and just like it because, well… it's fun and sounds good.
This song comes from Manson's Mechanical Animals album–a strange mixture of glam rock and concept album (there is some silly story about a transsexual Alien named Omega) obsessed with the number 15, which sounds as stupid as what ever Jim Carrey does during his continued bid to be taken as a serious actor in the recent movie 23.?
I don't mean to sounds so harsh. I mean, I really genuinely like this song, and in general I have found Manson to be intelligent in the few interviews I've seen. I guess I can't help but recall hanging out in some kid named TJ's basement as he tried to get me super into Marilyn Manson–”They all have names of hot women and serial killers!”–and I just wasn't buying it then and that was over ten years ago, so I'm far too old to buy it now.
But still, I love me this song.
But what do you think?