Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Dick Whiskey

Dick Whiskey not only plays drums for GO LIKE HELL, but he DRINKS and BEATS like hell.

"I drink bourbon everyday or chance I get," he admits. "I toss off a lot, as well." And, a man who admits he masturbates more than the doctor allows, is man made of steel. He bangs the bones out of every song with even steel spurs on. Go Like Hell are a pummeling group of sperm and egg cells out of Seattle, Washington. There in Smogville, they roam the streets stirring up the youth and pollution with whips and bull horns. Alexi Void is the sultry swinging singer who has performed with Gentitorturers and even posed in Hustler. From the sweat off her chest, to even the fog from her breath is adorned. Elvis Christ (guitar and vocals) drives a 60' Cadillac Hearse to gigs with their equipment and Supershit 666 in the deck player. Luvleggs prefers to crotch-dress and give old metal heads an eyeful. Rev. Spike, Dick's twin brother and bass player, conclude this fetal-fucking, psycho, tire-burning, circus. Once the Hearse arrives, the clown punchers jump out one by one and roll out their tongues for the High Priestess Of Rock And Porn to strut on. Back to Dick for now, and his sweaty fever to drown in Whiskey. He has 17 year old dreads tangled in thorns, yet, he never lets them interfere with playing drums or any other hollow holes. He grew up in Auburn, WA and moved to city in '84. From there, he's formed other bands, such as, The Pleasure Elite and Texylvania. Many of these same members are, also, heavily involved with Go Like Hell. Crafting their custom, stick-shift sound would take Christ's guitar pedal made out of chrome, Luvleggs amped-up attitude, the twin brother of Thorns' along with a slit of the wrist from everyone. Alexi was destined, as well, to stick her clit on top of this Cock N' Roll. It's only a matter of beers from now they'll be set to tour.
"We just finished recording a full-length, "Hell Bent Rock N' Roll" with 15 songs," Dick announces. "We just signed a deal with Buttermilk Records with two record releases. We have a show Saturday and are opening up for W.A.S.P. Tuesday at the Fenix Underground on August 31st. We've played with Zeke, Dragstrip Riot, and Zero Down. Zeke are old drinking buddies. I've also, opened for Alien Sex Fiend and KMFDM, but this was all years ago. We stole Alexi from the Genitorturers, but I grew up with everyone."
Fuel is what feeds their band and hearse to perform. My image of them on stage is so real I can't help but to duck at the beer being thrown.
"If you want to buy me a drink just hand it to me," Dick recalls.
Alexi isn't the only one that has crushes from lunatics fresh out of the psyche wards. I just know if Dick and I were to have triplets, Lil' Jim Beam, Dick Strutter, and Whiskey Thorn would also have a band to form.
"Send me a picture, Smutty, and make it a good one."


Warlord - Deliver Us

HTML clipboard Raise the dead from their graves, and throw in yourselves and hide"

Just recently, I've been seeking out some older stuff that I use to listen to as a young one growing up in ever scenic Newton, Massachusetts, back in the wonderfull (notice the two ll's there? Guess what movie that's from and you'll win something called diddly squat. Yea, it's a political group, move along) 1980's, and to escape the mundane existence of a high school that was right out of John-John Hughes worst nightmare. Dealing with this buffoonery, one needs to escape to a place to find the things that have kept me sane (almost) during those years. Those trips down to Newbury comics back in it's alpha phase of things sometimes paid off with finding some really choice stuff in a time all this was to me something new and exciting. That old feeling of discovering a new and incredible form of musical expression that for you leaves the rest of the bland and mundane world of Pretty in Pink high school clique silliness on one side (Callow faceless jocks who use to pummel 300 pound retarded kids to impress a bunch of faceless whores with paint by number faces) and the those snobby Clash/U2 fans types on the other side ( "I'm too cool and smart for you, plus I have no sense of humor! Weeeee!"), and minor things like the high school's so called 'hard rock' band was quoted saying inane things in the local paper like "We do classical things, like modes and scales", ranking that right up with the best from Spinal Tap and Bad News. But, on the good side, it was also a time when Nasty Habits first started with good ole Mike Jones passing out flyers for his new radio show at Metallica's show at the Rat, some really great cinema and music flipping about, hardcore was a new and unheard music form, Celebrations had a Metal night and after graduation I was in a few bands that frequented there every week, even opening up for the first Wargasm show ever because Metal Church cancelled. The band was called Bloodlust (named after a Venom song of course,) then soon changed it's name to Panic which also included Nick Clancy (HAIL) of Subjugator and Wrecking Crew. Highlighting this show was our old lead singer Billy who's last name I cannot spell because I forgot the fucking thing..... haha... announcing to the audience that it was the night of Nick's high school prom and saying "Fuck you Brookline high, he's doing a show with us tonight", or something along the lines of that brings back many of the memories of how good it is to finally graduate high school and move far away from the silliness of that world to pursue your own bit. But if high school got any closer than being compared to a John Hughes film, they were not kidding. That is, unless you were part of the so called 'in crowd', who to me represented the 4th Reich in all it's manners and etiquette. And to top things off we had a president who was going senile at the time, kinda like a far right wing Ozzy without being lovable in his "um, were was I now" bit. Never a dull moment in the 80's, sardonically speaking, for better or for worse.

Now, to steer you back on course...what was this supposed to be about? Oh yea, I was suppose to be reviewing a old 80's metal CD. Ooops, well fuck me! Oh omnipresent one, Sleazegrinder wanted a article on my old bands so not to disappoint the old codger, I decided to throw some old trips down memory lane in some of my reviews on a time long past. If that's too self indulgent for you, too fucking bad, who says an old guy can't have some fucking fun, you douche drinking party pooper?!

Now, moving along..........................

Warlord is a band that that reeks of those old days of metal with a strong European edge that was practically unheard of in the LA music scene in that time. Unless you count Metallica who went to San Fran around this time, but hate to say it, they just don't count anymore. It's not a really heavy album by many standards, but it did not need to be. While Manowar waved swords in your faces screaming endless rants of machismo on how great they are, (despite having a few really great metal songs in their mix and having much influence on my bass playing at a younger age - William's Tale anyone?) These guys sat back in their black castle with their candles and white frilly shirts and made some beautiful music in the way of Winter Tears and the nightmarish Ms Victoria ,spewing out tales of black masses, pennies for poor men and anti- nuclear war songs called Lucifer's Hammer.

Their later stuff paled in comparison, aside from the very beautiful lost and lonely days, the later vocalists and songs just did not cut it in my book but this is a classic in the Goth metal vein. I hear they just released a new CD after like 17 years. Nice to know your still got it in ya. Now go take those frilly shirts and go on, sally forth, move it, just fucking do it.

Warlord resources- They did just release a new DVD, and the fuckers even have a couple websites, mp3's included- Warlord (semi-official site), Warlord Battle Choir (German fan site) - Sleaze

-Greg Dellaria
Build Me A Hunchback
Buzzville Records

Belgium's Mogul are a three-time Stubru Demopoll-winning band who named themselves after a military project researching the existence of aliens. What? Yeah, I don't know either. I'm not a big stoner rock fan myself. There's no humour in stoner rock. But I did find this description of the band's sound, taken from the liner notes of this, their first full-length record, rather amusing: "steaming power rock combined with catchy rhythms take the auditor away to a desert-like atmosphere that proved the preferred playground for other Stoner Rock icons such as Chris Goss." Um, steaming? I don't know about you, but when I think steaming, I think big piles of fresh shit. And I'm pretty sure they were just trying to give themselves some American street cred with the Goss name-drop. So Build Me A Hunchback didn't turn my crank, but I don't even really like Soundgarden, so make of this review what you will. All a girl can really offer is her opinion, and, as my two-year-old godson would say, "I can't like it." Riot on.
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