I was referred to Black Light Burns two weeks ago and since then have listened to Lotus Island over and over again. Black Light Burns consists of musicians from different bands and was formed by guitarist Wes Borland of Limp Bizkit. It’s a strange, dark sound they create, one that has become something of a guilty pleasure. In a nutshell, this is the band I would want to play at my Halloween party. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if they were a band at a Halloween party in some recent horror film where their maniacal, dark rock hammered in the background to a scene of someone being chased down the hall by a masked evil. There’s a freak show feel to it and the vocalist, Wes Borland, reminds me of a carnival master even though he never is over the top. It really comes out in his wickedly humorous, baritone execution of lyrics that paint pictures in your head of hallways covered in graffitti illuminated under a black light, or an undead parade in New Orleans, or unsettling scenes of grinning, painted faces leering at you in a drunken haze.
