Top 13 (of the Week)

Sure,you know what's cool. But do you know what's really fuckin' FAR OUT? That's where Advanced Demonology comes in. Every week, (K)en and (S)wilson trudge through the murky waters of the pop culture hellscape, dredging up sparkly morsels of wonder. These are the result of our latest foray into the world of the weird, our wildest, wiggest-out picks of the week. Call it our 13 Point Program.

13. Creeping Ivies
Scottish boy-girl riot squad. I think they're like a Bonnie and Clyde type situation. They kinda sound like 80's destructo-billies Deja Voodoo, only with a megaphone and a flamethrower. I just got the record, it blew out my windows and set fire to the rug. In a good way. (K)


12. Black Metal: Beyond the Darkness
Kinda an all around Black Metal reader. Pretty good for the most part, a few pretentious articles. Lots of great photos. It's a must have for the Demonology library. (S)

11. The Art of Harvey Kurtzman
Fun (if way too short!) mini-doc about the man who brought us the original Mad magazine. I remember reading reprints of the 50's version in the 70's – they gave 'em away with 'super specials', I think – and they blew me away. Amazing art and seriously subversive humor, especially for the 1950's. Later on he invented (or at least perfected) the boner comic with Little Annie Fannie. What a guy! (K)


10. Dead Native - Keep It Strange
Kinda Bluesy, kinda trippy, lot's of rhythm changes and weirdness.  I think the singer if he doesn't already own a pair, should get himself some leather pants. I mean that as a compliment. Unless it's just a bunch of fat guys in corduroy, I can't tell this video clip is kinda dark. (S)


9. Shoraiders
Basically if Bon Scott quit AC/DC around 1976 and they decided to replace him with a hot Finnish (?) chick, you'd have Shoraiders. “Just Try To Keep My Cool” is my new anthem! (K)

 
8. Erica
Loner, depressing bedroom synth pop from Brazil that will have you taking the entire bottle.The record sounds like it was written on the coldest cloudy day she could find in such a tropical place.  "Digging My Weeds" and "Don't Let Me In" are high-lights, or should I say low lights?  It's available on a groovy handmade cassette.  (S)


7. Adjust Your Tracking
New trailer for the (hopefully) soon-to-be-released doc about weirdos who collect VHS tapes. Like me, really. I am telling you right now that I have several large boxes of rare/cult VHS tapes in my basement. I don't know what to do with them. I'm not gonna fucking watch them, I just wanna pull them out every few years and look at them and think about the days when renting videos was your primary delivery service for movies. Goodtimes. The guys in this movie are way more hardcore than I am. I'm pretty sure they'd all kill you for a copy of Tales from the Qaudead Zone. (K)

 
6. Japanese Vapor Wave??
Vapor Wave, or better yet, Vapor Boogie is  some kind of Japanese take on chill wave. I think it's from Japan. I don't know but it's mysterious and I really like it.  It basically sounds like 80's funk pop played by lobotomized robots. (S)


5. Murderess
Holy fuck, an (almost, they've got a boy drummer) all-girl blackened crust band? Far out. The goddamn bass player has a four-row studded belt, an Electric Wizard t-shirt, and a leopard skin guitar strap. They did not make chicks (or bands) like this in the ol' dayz, man. (K)

 
4. Bronx Gangs Of The 70's on Google Maps
Want to know where The Javelins, Black Spades, Savage Nomads and War Pigs hung out in the 70's? Check on this awesome google map. It charts all the turf of all the top street gangs of the glorious South Bronx seventies. Warriors come out and play!! If your brave you can do a walking tour, or should I say running tour. (S)

3. Can The Documentary
If you like Krautrock (you like Krautrock), you gotta watch Can the Documentary. It's a documentary about Can, mothefucker. Let's do this. (K)


2. Lord Of The Logs: Designing the Metal Underground
yep you guessed it, a book dedicated to the history of Black Metal logos designed by Christophe Szpajdel. Need I say more? (S)

1. Yes Mistress
If Swilson was 25 right now and listened to punk rock instead of Hawkwind, this would be his band. Junk punks wreaking havoc with two chords and five dollar sunglasses. They have a new single out, “Gonna Get Arrested”, it's boss. Buy it. Better yet, steal it. That'll go with the theme. (K)

Lovesores

Lovesores 
Bubblegum Riot 
Rapid Pulse Records

The Humpers were the Beatles for people who spend half their life in prison. For most of the 90's, if you were in Hollywood and you wanted to piss your pants or puke on the guy in front of you while watching a rock band, The Humpers were that band. Pure rock n' roll mayhem. I always wanted to go to LA and hang out with them, but there's no way I could've handle it. I'd be dead before the weekend was out. I dunno what happened to 'em, I think they took a shot at fame and fortune somewhere along the way and they got big in Europe and then who knows what, probably some international intrigue and a pregnant Yugoslavian hooker or two, but eventually Humpers mainmen Scott “Deluxe” Drake and Jeff Fieldhouse ended up back in the gutters of LA, and here they are, fronting another supersonic balls-rock band with a name even ickier than The Humpers. And guess what? It's fucking rock solid. I dunno why it's called Bubblegum Riot, because it's all riot, no bubblegum. Six tracks, all of 'em a slug the guts. I especially dig the B-side, what with the furious riffola of Her Majesty's Ass and the manly swagger of The Chinese Twist, but it's not like the A-side if full of pussy rock, or nothin'. Killer EP, is what I'm saying. It'll probably change your life. It'll definitely make you wanna polish your shoes.  In summation: Scott Drake is like the fifth or 6th coolest motherfucker alive, now and forever, amen.



- Ken McIntyre

Bad Wisdom: Rock Belt

Originally published in Classic Rock Magazine, 2005.

Every rock n’ roller needs a bad-ass belt. A belt that says, “I am your main man if you’re lookin’ for trouble”, you know? It’s got to be cracked, vintage black leather, and it’s got to have a cool, over-sized buckle, and like any superhero accessory, it’s got to have an awesome origin story. Like mine, for example. My belt is commonly referred to as the Danzig belt, because the buckle is a snarling, be-horned demon, just like the one on the first Danzig record. It’s also got a bunch of lesser metal demons embossed on the sides. It’s double-dyed black, and it weighs about 5 pounds. I dunno how many ‘stone’ that is, but it’s heavy, Jack. I bought it from this teenage Vietnamese war-baby punk rock chick I was dating when I was 20. She decided to run away from home, and she needed some quick cash, so I bought it from her for like, $20, and then she split. I never her saw her again, but the best part was, when people would say, “Hey, what happened to your girlfriend?” I’d tell them the truth: “She ran away from home.” Which is about the best answer ever, isn’t it?

So I used to strap this big, ridiculous belt on whenever it was time for the super-rock show. Add skull rings, shitkicker boots, and a Circus of Power t-shirt, comb your long, jet-black hair back, and it’s all plastic fantastic lobster telephones from here, brothers and sisters. That’s the kinda gear holy divers and tattooed beat messiahs like us are supposed to wear when it’s time to howl with the wolves.

“Supposed to” being the operative term here. You see, I have not been able to strap that stupid belt around my expanding, 36-year old gut for the past 5 years. There’s barely any hair left to comb, and I cannot get the C.O.P. shirt over my head. Something has gone horribly wrong here. The rock show is still happening, I just suddenly appear woefully unprepared for it. Can you still bang the head that will not bang without the Danzig belt? Is there rock n’roll life after the teenage runaway ex-girlfriend becomes an overweight suburban mother of two? I did not know, and to be honest, I didn’t even want to find out. But then the Hammer of the Gods came crashing into my life.

A month or so ago, I got an email from Thor, Rock Warrior. He was coming to town with his band for a gig, and he wanted to me come. I hadn’t been to the rock show for at least a year. In that time, I blew off the Backyard Babies, Motorhead, Urge Overkill (twice!), just about every band I’ve written about in the past 12 months, and even my pals in the Genders, who came all the way from fuckin’ Israel to play a hamburger joint half a mile away from my house. I never mentioned this before, but the whole reason for my self-imposed exile lately is that goddamn belt. I’ve been going to the gym 4 days a week for months and months just to get that thing around my waist, but to no avail.

I still couldn’t get it on when Thor wrote, but I have a strange allegiance to this man. Thor asking me to go to his show is like some German kid getting a personal note from one of the goons in Manowar, asking for his attendance at one of their loincloth rallies. It’s a big deal, you see. So I said yes, because I had no real choice. I heard the call, and I answered.

And so, the preparations began. As a Classic Rock reader, you probably already know this, but when you’ve reached a certain age, your priorities change. Here are the important factors to consider when attending a rock show in your mid-to-late 30’s:

What am I gonna wear?
Obviously, the classic Sleazegrinder rock-show gear is out. No more leather pants or sleeveless anything for me, ever. I’ve seen guys my age who attempt the 1987 look in 2005, and they look like bowls of pudding stuffed into gay biker costumes. No thanks, man. I’m just going to opt for cargo pants and workboots, and just try to blend in with the scenery. Thank god my wife is skinny and good looking. At least it distracts people from the middle-aged disaster I’ve become.

How late will I be out?
Dude, if this thing is gonna go past 1 AM, I’m totally leaving early. I need at least 6 hours of sleep, or I’m fried. I have not hung around for an encore since 1995.

Will there be seats?
If I wanted to pay cash money to stand around for two hours, waiting for something to happen, then I would just gotten on the subway. It’s cheaper. Which reminds me,

Am I on the guest list?
Because I did not spend the last six years of my life reviewing friggin’ Fu Manchu records to pay $12 for a night of too-loud retro-metal and disastrous haircuts. Which reminds me,

Will I have to talk to anybody?
Because standing around in a dark, cramped, foul-smelling room while some guy I went to see Mercyful Fate with in 1984 yaps at me about, well, going to see Mercyful Fate in 1984, is just too much to take, even when the God of Thunder himself is in the house. Which reminds me,

Is there any parking nearby?
Because I’m probably going to want to get the hell out of there pretty fast, and I don’t want to have to walk ten blocks. Especially since I have to get up early.

These were not concerns of mine back when I could still wear the Danzig belt. But anyway, we went to the show. Thor is pushing 50 now. He looks more like your barrel-chested grandpa then the guy in the comic books, and his loyal drummer looks like Gary Glitter on a chocolate cake diet. They played songs they originally wrote 20 years ago, exactly like they did back then. Thor kept putting on crazy masks and horned helmets, most of which would hang crazily askew on his head for a few seconds before falling off. At one point, he picked up a lantern, one of those bug-zapper jobs you can get at the drugstore, and switched it on. It started glowing purple, and as soon as you thought, “Wow, that’s a strange lantern”, he barked, “This next song is called Strange Lantern!” and then his merchandise guys, who wore cheesy skull make-up, stormed onto the stage and bounced off his Supergrandpa belly in mock battle. Thor was obviously having the time of his life, as was I. And there was no way in Hell he was ever gonna fit into a Danzig belt either.

Which got me to thinking. Are middle-aged rockers like us supposed to just sit around and grow old and tired, or do we rally like Thor, strapping on goofy Viking hats and rocking the goddamn city one more time?

I don’t know about you, but I think I’d rather rock.

As long as I’m home by midnight.

-Sleazegrinder (Ken)

Top 13 (Of The Week)

Sure,you know what's cool. But do you know what's really fuckin' FAR OUT? That's where Advanced Demonology takes over. Every week, (K)en and (S)wilson trudge through the murky waters of the pop culture hellscape, dredging up sparkly morsels of wonder. These are the result of our latest foray into the world of the weird, our wildest, wiggest-out picks of the week. Call it our 13 Point Program.

13. Motherslug

Who knew ten or fifteen years ago that 70's inspired rock ( I'm trying to avoid the words Doom or Stoner, but WTF, it's really hard to do) would become as common and as vast as teenage hardcore punk? With thousands of releases all over the world with such a subtle difference between the bands that it takes an expert ear to distinguish one from the other? Also who knew that it would become my "job" to dig through these bands?  Here's another one for the pile. All the hallmarks you come to expect are here. Except these guys are from Australia where they still know how to inject something called swagger into there music. So it stands out. Although the world has not been set on fire I find myself rocking the fuck out whenever these guys come up on captured rotation. Dig? Mother Slug. Far out. (S)

12. Send Back My Stamps

We are, crazily enough, in the midst of a xeroxed 'zine resurgence, which is awesome, but it's important to remember that, 20 -25 years ago, zines were THE ONLY WAY to know what the fuck was going on in rock n' roll, especially sub-genres like punk, goth, or metal. Send Back My Stamps is a blog that digitizes and posts copies of old metalzines from the 80's. Some of them, like Kick Ass, I read religiously, over and over. Nobody reads things even once anymore, never mind repeatedly. Those were the fuckin' days, man. (K)

11. Nick 3 AM

Nick Perry is a mad genus/genius who stays up every night, for no fuckin' money mind you (what's money?), and kicks out a psychedelic daily comic that's the best thing this side of the far side. He also was briefly a guitar player in the Swilson band before the cops broke up our last show and sent me packing back to Jersey. Get hip to Nick 3 A.M. (S)

10. Making Tracks: The Rise OF Blondie by Debbie Harry, Chris Stein & Victor Bockris

 I was 2 years old and saw Debbie Harry on television and told my mom I was going to "marry Blondie". I know, I know, "get in line, Swilson".  Blondie in their own words. This is an arousing book in many ways, loaded to the gills with photos,  Debbie looks hot in all of 'em, tons of great stuff about NYC in the coolest year in hell, and awesome stories about climbing the pop ladder to super stardom. (S)

9. Hank Wood and the Hammerheads - Hard on the Street 

I was reading the March issue of Maximum Rock N Roll this week, which has all their best-of 2012 lists, and pretty much everybody over there agreed that "Go Home" by Hank Wood and the Hammerheads was THE punk record of the year. Which, you know, in the spirit of punk, made me want to dismiss it outright. And to be honest, the mix of clanging proto-hardcore guitars, Flipper freakouts, and Farfisa organ is pretty goddamn grating. But this song is the balls. Have you been on the street, man? It's hard out there. Hank's right on that one. (K)

8. Purson - The Circle and The Blue Door

This comes out in March but it sounds promising. Released by Metal Blade of all people, who some how are putting out some trippy stuff these days. A british group that has a foot planted firmly in the way out fringes of the 60's with some serious modern day hippie death goddess fronting going on. (S)

7. Billy Idol interview

I like a lot of stuff about this 70's era interview with Billy, but I think my fave part is when the guys asks him, if he ever makes any money, what he plans on spending it on, and Billy says, "Drugs." A couple years later, he actually started making a lot of money. And he spent it all on drugs! True blue, that guy. (K)

6. Michael Jackson - Ben

The most beautiful song in the world for the weirdest movie in the world. This made me want to cry. The government should have protected Michael. From himself and our children......but protected him none the less. Like a national park or something. (S)

5. Jennifer

Saw this bizarre '78 Carrie rip-off this week, and I recommend it for two reasons: a great disco scene (with terrible disco clothes), and a totally what-the-fuck-is-happening finale with giant snake puppets. (K)

4. Shooting Guns

Most likely these Canadians didn't anticipate that  their band name would be so timely and political when they decided on it.  Satanic Psychedelic horror hammered rock with out vocals except what I like to call the "Drug Choir". Many a doomer could take a cue from these hockey players. If you don't have something truly wicked and weird to say best not say it at all. Speak with grooved orange tongue. Ya feel me?  (S)

3. Icon Gallery 

Seriously, when's the last time you heard an awesome Girlschool ripoff? (K)

2. The Vipers - Punkest Motherfucker Alive
The Vipers are a 'fake' punk band, the jokey alter-ego of a pretty lame Pittsburgh pop-punk band called Punchline. But if Scum of the Earth, Freestone, Christ Child or the Sniveling Shits have taught us anything, it's that fake punk is sometimes better than "real" punk. So fuck it, The Vipers are punkest motherfuckers I've heard all year! PS Swilson, we should totally do a "fake punk" episode of the podcast. That would be goodtimes. (K)

1. Pay TV Ad

We should have headed this warning years ago! Not for any reason but for the fact that we now watch scripted shows that pretend to be real and acted by non actors. Just saying….(S)

Top 13 (of the Week)

Sure,you know what's cool. But do you know what's really fuckin' FAR OUT? That's where Advanced Demonology comes in. Every week, (K)en and (S)wilson trudge through the murky waters of the pop culture hellscape, dredging up sparkly morsels of wonder. These are the result of our latest foray into the world of the weird, our wildest, wiggest-out picks of the week. Call it our 13 Point Program.

13. Magic Trash
This is what I like in a rock n' roll band. No way these are good guys. If they come to your town, don't let 'em in your house, they're gonna ruin your couch and steal your liquor and break your TV. But their gig will be fuckin' awesome. (K)



12. Sonic Scream 
You guys all know Billy Joel tried to commit suicide a few times way back when, right? If you want to push Billy over the edge again play him Sonic Scream. A band that prefers paint fumes to oxygen. Who needs brain cells? (S)


11. Death Rides a Horse
There's a lot of femme-fronted doom rock bands these days, which I'm totally into. I mean, who wants to stare at chubby dudes in corduroys, right? But straight-ahead metal, with a couple notable exceptions (Huntress!) remains mostly a sausage party. Enter Death Rides a Horse, a (fittingly) galloping NWOBHM-inspired band from Denmark with a powerful female screamer up front. Heavy shit done right. They've got a killer EP out called "Tree of Woe". That's what they make couches-of-woe out of, you know. (K)

10. Owiny Sigoma Band
Kenyan Afro chants mixed with British electro grooves. What's not to love? Righteously mellow. (S)

9. Haunts of the Very Rich
Trippy, doomy 1972 TV movie of the week about a bunch of rich assholes who are either at a luxury hotel or in hell. They're trying to figure it out. Starring Lou Grant, Phyllis, Honey West, and Donna Mills! A total downer, would go great with an Electric Wizard soundtrack (K)

8. The Heavy Eyes
A new album from the Heavy Eyes. Memphis, buffalos, bell bottoms, bong hits….all that shit rules. (S)


7. Biters - Hallucination Generation
It's been a while since I've heard a sleaze-rock band that really got me going, but these shaggy-haired MFs get it right. Not only is Hallucination Generation a rocking, hook-heavy, Dead Boys-y jam, but the video is a spot-on homage to They Live. Plus, it's got tits. Can't ask for much more of out three minutes, can you? (K)

6. Tom Cat
Look at these crazy kids! Raised on rock in the outer regions of Slovenia. A land that still releases things only on CD. That's how crazy they are!! (S)



5. Lydia Lunch - Trust the Witch
If, like many, you thought that Lydia Lunch angried herself to death somewhere in the 90's, I have good news for you. The no-wave destruction queen actually moved to N'awlins, formed a crazy-hot stoner/demonblooze band, and released a smoking album, Trust the Witch. Of course, it would probably horrify 80's Lydia to find out that modern-day Lydia is now penning sub-Junkyard lyrics like "Playing a game called ballin' the jack, got my money in pocket and my aces stacked", but what the hell, the 80' s me would be horrified to find out all my fuckin' hair fell out, too. Anyway, bad-ass album! (K)

4. BB Estas Muerto
What is it about purple and black? The new rock gestapo colors? First The Bloody Hammers and now BB Estas Muerto, I think it translates to BB Is Dead. I can't tell if I actually like this but I'm drawn in by the colors, man. Hailing from Argentina, you can skip the slower songs but the fast ones sizzle like the very delicious steak that they are famous for down there.  (S)

3. White Hell
If you're looking to while away an afternoon immersed in demonology, I suggest you check out this great and thorough list of first wave black metal bands compiled by a fastidious metal warrior who calls himself SkunkSpritz. Although I'm sure there's a few that were overlooked, it's still pretty impressive. I mean, he's even got the fuckin' Antichrist demo on here. Some of the bands/titles were completely unknown to me, and my favorite new discovery from the list is the 1985 "Lucifer" single by White Hell. White Hell are listed as a Japanese band, but they don't sound remotely Japanese. They sound like a long-lost NWOBHM band that aims to be more obnoxious (and more Satanic, if that's possible) than Venom. Who the fuck knows exactly what's happening here, but I fuckin' love it, regardless of where it came from. Just totally and irredeemably disgusting. (K)

2. The Fume
The jam of the weekend! This Weekend! Every Weekend!!  (S)


1. RIP Annette
Advanced Demonology loves Annette. Always. We miss her, she died. (K)

Top 13 (Of the Week)

Sure,you know what's cool. But do you know what's really fuckin' FAR OUT? That's where Advanced Demonology takes over. Every week, (K)en and (S)wilson trudge through the murky waters of the pop culture hellscape, dredging up sparkly morsels of wonder. These are the result of our latest foray into the world of the weird, our wildest, wiggest-out picks of the week. Call it our 13 Point Program.


13. Beastmilk
Most of my entries in this week's top 13 are going to somehow be linked to the new issue of Iron Fist Magazine. I bought it on Sunday and It has influenced my every move this week. So If you got the issue yourself you might just want to skip my entries and just read Ken's because I think he got this issue last week or the week before. Beastmilk are a group from Helsinki and they sound like Jim Morrison if he was really Glenn Danzig fronting the Fall if they were really Burzim. My man Fenriz touted them a year ago on his band of the week and they were joked about in an article in Iron Fist about the new Darkthrone record.  We may have covered them here before on Advanced Demonology, or was it the Beasts of Bourbon, or maybe I'm thinking of Engine Beast? (S)





12. Lazerhawk – Disco Planet
You may be under the impression that Swilson and I have abandoned disco in favor of Satanic speed metal, but that is not the case. In fact, I'm pretty sure that disco and speed metal are actually the same thing. Just check out this bitchin' nu-disco sci-fi freakout and see what I mean. (K)




11. Darkthrone - The Underground Resistance
I'm loving the new Darkthrone record. Six hundred and sixty six pentagrams out of six hundred and sixty six.  I enjoy listening to the newer Darkthrone stuff, I like the crust punk influence. Yeah black metal purest aren't that into it,  but purists of any kind are the lamest music fans alive. And yes, There is nothing groundbreaking here. It's just a damned  rocking heavy fucking metal. We all know Fenriz is a metal master. Underground Resistance is divine proof. It fact it might become a classic record. (S)

10. The Nova Scotia Money Pit
You know, my dad was from Nova Scotia. He always said there was nothin' going on there, but clearly, he was trying to keep me from succumbing to the madness of the Money Pit. Since the 1770's, treasure hunters have been excavating a giant pit on Oak Island. Nobody knows who made the pit or why or what's in there. Some folks think Captain Kidd buried his booty deep in that hole. Some folks think the Holy Grail is in there. Folks have died digging in that pit and since no one's hit the bottom yet, it will probably continue to claim victims. You can waste a lot of time thinking about that weird hole, but this 4 minute documentary will hit all the main points. Swilson, grab a shovel, we're going to Canada. (K)




9. Penetration - Moving Targets
From 1976, A first wave punk band from Durham England. They took the name from a Stooges song so it's gotta  be good right.  Female fronted often compared to Patti Smith. I think she sounds like the singer from the X-Ray Speckz but maybe she just sounds punk in general. Awesome socially scathing lyrics, super smart if you like that sorta thing. (S)




8. Toy Place 
Listen, I collect records. Rock n' roll's never gonna let me go. But if I was free from this beast,  and if I'd had the common sense to finish college and get a decent job, I'd probably collect vintage toys from the 60's and 70's. You know, like Vincent Price Shrunken Head Kits, and Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots, and fuckin' Laugh In lunchboxes. Some dude in Vermont did just that, and he's got a museum with 100,000 toys in it. Sonofabitch. This mini-doc takes you inside and shows you around. Pretty amazing. (K)



7. ZUUL
 Touted as NWOAHM band (I'll let you figure that out). Zuul are pretty much a no nonsense almost gimmick free heavy metal band.  I dig the singers voice it's nether high nor low, like a dude you'd hang with drinking beers and not fearing the reaper. Zuul rules! (S)



6. Soap & Skin - Sugarbread
Anja Plaschg is some beautiful Austrian chick who composes “dark ambient” music, whatever that might be, under the name Soap & Skin.  I'm pretty confused about her whole career, to be honest, but what I do know is that she's got a new 7” out (or at least it was, I think it's sold out) called Sugarbread and it is balls-out amazing, a swooping, sweeping, cinematic epic of atom-age synthetic thunder. Wow! (K)




5. Honky - 421
Further proof that we're your done freaking' out you just want to boogie (S)





4. I Dream of Wires
Twelve minute trailer for a four hour documentary on the history of synthesizers. Holy fuck. (K)




3. The Cosmic Dead - Inner Sanctum
A cassette releases of some serious space occult jams thats got your Advanced Demonological name all over it, in blood. (S)





2. Roy Orbitron/Huge Pupils - George Harrison
For people who think that brain damaged post/pre mental breakdown  records like Oar, or Madcap Laughs, should be a musical genre all to itself and played by seemingly sane people who have ingested bath salts. I'm one of those people by the way. I'm not sure where the Roy Oribitron stops and the Huge Pupils starts but that's not the point. Point is this is really righteous. (S)

1. Chains – Dancing With My Demons
Staight outta Slovenia (!), swirling, narcotic occult doom n' roll  inspired by Death SS and Satanic weirdo Paul Chain and  hippie vampire porno flicks from 1971. This is my kinda nightmare! (K)

Set List!!!! for Advanced Demonology Lesson 14: Crime

Here It is Folks! By popular demand the set for the crime show. (S)

In the order of play:

Criminal - Smack
Love's My Only Crime - Laughing Hyenas
Trash Can Murders - Runaways
Life Of Crime - The Weirdos
Jack The Ripper - Screaming Lord Sutch
Beat Her With a Rake - The Weasels
Swing for the Crime - Saints
Dicks Hate The Police - The Dicks
Prison Bound - Social Distortion
Police Car - Larry Wallis
This is the Zodiac - Electric Hellfire Club
Billy Boo The Gunman - Blossom Toes
Hello From The Gutter - Overkill
Hand Of Law - Radio Bird man
Law Man - Jefferson Airplane
Bonnie and Clyde - Serge Gainsbourg & B.B.
Night Prowler - A.C./D.C.
Shooting Spree - Massacre Killer
They Caught The Devil And Put Him In Jail In Eudora Arkansas - Tiny Joe White
Johnny 99 - Bruce Springsteen
Psycho - Beasts Of Bourbon
Baby Faced Killer - David Byron
Bowl Full Of Noses - Country Bob & The Bloodfarmers
Jailbreak - Grave Digger
Killer on the Loose - Thin Lizzy
Gimme Shelter - Sisters of Mercy
On Parole - Larry Wallis
Stealing Hubcaps - Billy Lead Better
Knife Fight - Holy Cobras
For The Love Of Ivy - Gun Club
Child Molester - The Nuns
Ride Like The Wind - Christopher Cross
Parole - Todd Rundgren
The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia - Vicki Lawrence
The Dealer - Baldwin & Leps
Raymond Chandler Evening - Hitchcock, Robyn & The Egyptians
Pretty Boy Floyd - The Byrds
Strangler In The Night - Bugs with Albert DeSalvo
Me And My Uncle - Dino Valente
Don't Take Me Alive - Steely Dan
Headin' For The Texas Border - The Flamin' Groovies
Sad Prison Song - Hylo Brown
Meet Me At The Jailhouse - Wizzard