Unknown Source, Summer 1992 --------------------------- By Bob Mack DANZIG Danzig III: How The Gods Kill Def American Too goofy to be taken seriously as regular rockers but not goofy enough for the coartoon metal crowd, Danzig founders on the shoals of formula with its third album. On the last album, Danzig II: Lucifuge, the admixture of Elvis, Jim Morrison, and Robert Johnson was almost as intriguing as it was preposterous. This time around the song titles are scarier, the patented executive production of Rick Rubin is thuddier, and guitarist John Christ's Sabbath Bloody Sabbath-esque riffs are better. Nevertheless, one can't help feeling that vocalist Glenn Danzig is just going through the (e)motions. When Danzig boasts that "I can make a young girl lay down for me / because I'm evil" on "Heart of the Devil," I don't doubt him. Then again, shivers don't exactly run up my spine either. It's more like my eyeballs roll back in my head. Of course it may be a joke - why else would a comic-book-collecting geek born Jersey make references to roots caked in Mississippi mud on "When Dying Calls?" Either way, the bottom line is that Danzig lacks any of the dynamic arrangement, bluesy acoustic guitar, and hence, variety of its predecessor. There's one decent double-time jam on "Left Hand Black," and the ballad "Sistinas" is the best Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark song since OMD's 1984 LP, Junk Culture. Aside from that, Danzig is on the Dr. Strangelove tip. That is, the pickins is slim. When I kid, hippies pointed to Janis and Jimi as examples of what happens when you take downers with alcohol. Someday the sages will point at Danzig and murmur a similar warning about the hazards of mixing steroids with Brylcreem.