Quintessential anti-rock tome of the mid-eighties. When it comes to frothing at the mouth in Satan's face, you can't go wrong with der broeders Peters.
This is the funniest book in the world. I have a deep love for Satanic Panic literature, and this one takes the cake. It is so deeply serious about things that are not that deep, it lies constantly, it’s aged horribly, it contradicts itself - it is everything I could want.
Truly the biggest piece of s**t I had ever read in the 20th century. Moralistic BS with inaccurate and missing citations that I read during a time of my own spiritual upheaval.