The Dahmers - In The Dead Of The Night album review

The best Sleaze you can get this month

Cover art for The Dahmers - In The Dead Of The Night album

You can trust Louder Our experienced team has worked for some of the biggest brands in music. From testing headphones to reviewing albums, our experts aim to create reviews you can trust. Find out more about how we review.

It must be Halloween every day in Sweden. First they belch up the Satanic Steely Dan-isms of Ghost, and now The Dahmers, perhaps the greatest horror-punk band since 45 grave. With a sound that’s sorta like The sweet and sorta like Generation X and The Hellacopters, Dahmers pour hooks, fuzz and raw rock’n’roll action into every ghoulish nugget.

The infectious hand-clapping stalker anthem Nightcrawler is the clear winner of the bunch, but this thing is crawling with potential hits, from the misfits-y Cut Me Down to the snarling NYN ‘77 punk of Rat Boy. also, for a band named after a gross emo serial killer, the songs on In The Dead Of The Night aren’t gore-drenched. it’s less Texas Chainsaw Massacre than, you know, some Saturday-afternoon spook-show matinee shit with, like, Vincent Price and bosomy vampire girls dancing around in a psychedelic shack to some obscure glitter-punk band from 1974. Pretty much perfect. Dig it like a grave, creep.


Came from the sky like a 747. Classic Rock’s least-reputable byline-grabber since 2003. Several decades deep into the music industry. Got fired from an early incarnation of Anal C**t after one show. 30 years later, got fired from the New York Times after one week. Likes rock and hates everything else. Still believes in Zodiac Mindwarp and the Love Reaction, against all better judgment.