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238 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 14, 2012
“Crank played his battered electric guitar furiously and without any recognizable chords or notes. The drummer, who went by the name Patrick Crayze, had his drum kit set up backward so he faced the trailer and away from the band. The keyboardist, Lurk, had passed out or something. The keyboard was off the stand but still turned on. Lurk’s head rested on random keys providing a constant and eerie wash of sound. None of the band members wore shirts. Stupid tattoos were as ubiquitous as empty beer cans. Crank’s mom held a hose and stood watering the side of the trailer. Doug felt like he had stumbled into recreation time at a mental institution.”The goat delivery service (“Baal’s Goats on Demand”) also made me laugh like crazy. Chainsaw Enema’s last show was tragical, but also hilarious – some classic black humor – and Crank’s reaction to Whitney’s call to storm the church was classic: “Crank thought that sounded way beyond arena rock. He thought it sounded totally black metal.”
