Imperial Triumphant take you on another gilt trip
MUCH LIKE IMPERIAL
Triumphant themselves, this album seems to have been hurled into the world with little by way of excuse or explanation – almost a hands-thrown-up ‘You make sense of it!’ As you’d expect from a band so obtuse and wilfully different, this is not an entirely standard live album. There’s no betweensong chat and no whooping crowd, and even the band’s choice of venue, the Lower East Side’s fêted Slipper Room, is not a time-honoured metal dive. Instead, it’s a hub for boundary-pushing vaudeville and burlesque –a leftfield choice, but one entirely fitting for all this louche, luxurious, champagne-sprayed carnage.