“This album is about existential terror,” Dani Filth declared with the announcement of Existence Is Futile. “The threat of everything. The end of the world, the end of one’s life, existential dread.” If there were to be a band to serenade the very end of all things, you could do a lot worse than Cradle Of Filth. There are few who would enjoy the apocalyptic backdrop more. Made during, although not about COVID (just “the tip of the cotton-bud” of our problems, reckons Dani), Existence Is Futile presents Armageddon with cinematic grandeur, a ginormous, Baroque vision of the end played out in glorious, Biblical proportions. There is war, there is death. There is human extinction heading out in Bela Lugosi’s black gown, as well as delivered in BBC English that could be ca...
