The Joup Friday Album: The Final Cut – Consumed

The Final Cut ConsumedSenior year in high school, so we’re talking the fall of 1992, bumper stickers for The Final Cut’s album Consumed began to appear all over my friend Brian’s house. They worked their way through our group of friends and eventually you saw them everywhere: school, other people’s houses, bumpers, the walls at the local burger king where people hung out after school. Everywhere. It was the best example of sticker-based marketing I’ve still ever seen, and all from a band that chances are, few people remember today.

Brian’s was a party house in a small subdivision, a place where at all hours of the day or night we could, for a short time that school year, do whatever we wanted. In the haze of pot smoke that lingered there for several months, up until the bottom dropped out in early ’93, I discovered many new bands based on the strange cross section of people that populated the evenings. Fugazi. Pegboy. The Happy Flowers. And locally, a like-minded friend turned me onto Chicago’s My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult, and that paved the way for their Detroit industrial siblings The Final Cut.  And here we are today, twenty-something years later and I’m still talking about this record. It’s never stopped being a favorite, and it is always essential listening during October, as we lead up to Halloween.

Consumed is not exactly seasonal to the dying time in an overt way. A lot of my own autumnal preoccupation with it probably has to do with the time of year I discovered it. But as a record, it’s a good example of where industrial music can meet goth aesthetic and create what I think of as an “Urban Vampire” tone. If you’re familiar with the writing of Poppy Z. Brite, think of that and it’ll get you close. Consumed is filled with creepy samples (the one that starts the album is from one of my all-time favorite Halloween movies, 1990’s Flatliners), weird synths bent on repetition more than melody, dirge-worthy beats and methodical, throbbing bass lines. Track five, A Dance for the Saints, is my absolute favorite on the album and has gone on every Halloween mix tape/disc/playlist I’ve ever made.

I never really got into any of The Final Cut’s other music. None of what I heard was bad, but Consumed is very much one of those time-and-place records. I don’t want to take anything away from it by suggesting my love is based purely on nostalgia; the vibe here is old school industrial dance, not quite as frantic and depraved as MLWTTKK at their best, but rooted in an oft-creepy atmosphere; a great example of the early-to-mid 90s Midwest Industrial sound. And that’s always kinda been one of my wheelhouses. Especially in October.

Enjoy, and happy October everyone! Tag Chester.

Shawn C Baker

Shawn C Baker

Shawn lives in Los Angeles where he co-hosts Drinking w/ Comics, writes screenplays and fiction and has been known to drink quite a bit of beer. Good beer.

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