I remember buying ‘Antichrist Superstar’ like it was yesterday: I was in Tokyo with my dad and I needed something to fill the silence during the long drives to the various tourist spots. Being that I was middle school at the time and I was a rebellious little scoundrel, the thought of getting away with buying a Marilyn Manson album was just too cool to not follow through on. My dad only realized what I’d bought when it was too late: I was hooked. This was an album that was metal, industrial, dirty, grimy, violent, sexual, full of horror and perfect for my testosterone-ridden, hyper-sexualized teenage angst. 

To quote Corinthians (which is strange enough seeing as I’m Jewish AND an atheist), “When I was a child I spoke as a child I understood as a child I thought as a child; but when I became a man I put away childish things.” There came a time when I had to rein in my hormones and grow out of my rebelliousness, if for no other reason than it just became boring and stale. So, the question then arises, how does ‘Antichrist Superstar’ hold up considering this situation?