No one bellows like Glenn Danzig; after three albums, his mighty lungs still sound as if they could power a countryside of windmills. This record finds him and his band in full Conan-the-Rocker splendor, but also moving beyond the pillage with a few dark, brooding ballads, a downright arty piece (''Sadistikal''), and more actual singing than shouting from their leader. Plus, their sense of humor remains intact: The album ends with a devilish Gregorian chant that seems to know how Spinal Tap it is. A-

