“*The agony, desire, that none rise aboveThe sweet aching torture from one that you loveFor some shall believe, while many find hardThere is nothing quite like, the song of Macabre!*
Okay, so I ripped that off some goth chick's "webcave," but short of a tragico-absurdist interpretive dance, it's the best way to sum up the feelings I have for The Faint's new album, *Danse Macabre*. Indie rock (with”
