

In the amplified roar of arena applause there beats the heart of absolute darkness. It arrived in America with an insatiable lust for power and the means to fulfill it.

It emerged from a war-torn jungle, where insanity was just another word for survival. And their encore is just the warm-up act to madness beyond belief. Their gospel screams from the lips of babes. Just your average everyday mega-cult band. Or so the self-styled guardians of morality would have us believe.

Sex and drugs, demon worship and violence are the effects. The rules continued to be broken, until it seemed that there were no rules at all.Īnd as waves of teens cranked it up and poured it on, parents built walls of accusation to explain their offspring's seeming corruption. With each new generation the edge of rebellion pushed farther. Long before Elvis gyrated on the Sullivan Show or the Beatles toiled the smoky red-light bars of Hamburg, music has been sowing the seeds of liberation. Two great tastes that taste great together.
