On November 13th, 1987, The Sisters of Mercy released their second album Floodland—considered by many to be a step sideways in the band’s musical direction; it’s definitely a nice wandering off the beaten path of Dr. Avalanche. After the end of The Sisters of Mercy MKII, with Wayne Hussey, Gary Marx and Craig Adams—Andrew Eldritch initially formed The Sisterhood to keep others from ever using that particular name; releasing a full-length album from The Sisterhood, along with a planned 12 inch EP called This Corrosion, that was never realized.
“This Corrosion” was ultimately featured on the second studio album from The Sisters of Mercy, and the band pared down to the core two-piece of Andrew Eldritch and Patricia Morrison, creating a record that re-defined the sound The Sisters of Mercy stood for.
If one were to imagine a definitive “Goth Rock” sound, the gospel choir opening “This Corrosion” or the haunting bass line of “Lucretia My Reflection”. and/or “Dominion” with its glimmering guitar riff will immediately be echoing in your brain—becoming earworms and ultimately giving you goosebumps. Tracks like “Flood II” or “Driven Like The Snow” are still live favorites today. Being close to an Andrew Eldritch solo album—Floodland’s ultimate place in TSOM’s discography may be unclear to some. Sure, a step sideways from the rock roots the band openly celebrated favoring Motörhead to Alien Sex Fiend, but if seen as a solo album, clearly a pure moment of Eldritchian glory and bombast, which can be contributed to Jim Steinman, with whom he also collaborated for on More, featured on Vision Thing.
Tracklist:
There is no appetite for grief So feed the faithless lullabies Soothe all our fears with sweetened words The rotten…
As you pretend You are my friend I had to learn it was all a lie Letting go of deeply…
Lost in the storm, no solace in healing Heartbreak bites deep, a bittersweet dance entwining our fragility and resilience. In…
This time I'm standing my ground They're closing in all around When every second counts Pick your battles, push your…
We are makers of masks, artisans of our own disguises, shaping and shading ourselves to be seen, accepted, or remembered.…
Here we are on a stakeout, stakeout I don’t see a way out, way out And if you’re bent to…