How do you follow the best album of your decade-long career? The one that pulled everything together in impressively fearless fashion? When 'everything' means goth rock drama, horror-punk opera and Jim Steinman-esque epics about doomed vampire lovers?
For Creeper, the question is wholly rhetorical. You do it all over again, obviously. Halloween sees the arrival of Sanguivore II – when else? – but really, it would be a disservice to call it the Reload to Sanguivore’s Load. Mostly because it’s even better. The hooks are heavier, the peaks are higher, and the pacing is picture-perfect.
