Will Gould seems to be on a crusade to single handedly revive the horror punk genre. Alongside his comrades in Creeper, he spins theatrical yarns of deeply layered tracks that have a whole generation experiencing âThe Black Paradeâ levels of mania – and now, with his side project Salem, he puts those elements into fifth gear.
Their self-titled debut felt like Gould clearing his head from the intense process that brought Creeperâs âSex, Death and the Infinite Voidâ to the world, a perfect outlet to create fun bursts of effortlessly distilled punk fundamentals. Collaborating with Matt Reynolds on their second release, âSalem IIâ adds a layer of grandiose to this punk sound.
The hallmarks of Gouldâs work are all on show through âSalem IIâ – tales of tragic unrequited love, regular references to vampires, Satan and all the good stuff from the occult, an almost operatic vocal range, and signature howls. Musically, this sophomore EP dips from a diverse cast of influences with notes of Misfits, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and Joy Division.
Lead single âDraculadsâ crams all of those influences into two minutes of breathless rock ânâ roll. It acts almost like a calling card for Salemâs sound, bursting in with driving chords and double time drumbeats as Gould, in his words, tells the story of âtwo lovers in a bar fightâ. The chaos quickly melts into lounge music, before kicking back in for an abrupt ending.
Therein lies Salemâs sound – itâs here to enrapture you for 15 minutes or so before disappearing into the ether. âWilliam, It Was Really Somethingâ, a riff on the famous Smithsâ line, is frantic and barrels of fun with those familiar lyrics painting pictures more accustomed to film noir scripts. âHeaven Help Meâ is another blink-and-youâll-miss-it punk track reminiscent of early Alkaline Trio, while âSweet Toothâ is as close to an anthem as youâre going to get from Salem.
Gould and Reynolds are making horror punk cool again, and in Salem they have something thatâs just damn fun to feel a part of. ‘Salem II’ is a lovely slice of escapism, and one that needs to be played over and over again.
TOM WALSH