One of the most obvious - and controversial - is that of abortion. Yes, it's an incredibly visceral horror story set in the world of rock-and-roll, but there are far deeper subjects that get addressed and discussed throughout the book. This is a far more complex book than any of the tag-lines would lead you to believe. In my worthless opinion, it would have been a whole lot better without all the flashbacks, the pointless Vietnam bits, and the couple of hundred pages dealing with the interior turmoil of the characters. Unfortunately this book is a mess, and not in a good way. That said, I went through "The Scream" hoping to find the same sort of mindless Trick-or-Treat fun, but was sorely mistaken. Check this out: ("Gonna drive my long steel missile down on your love channel")Įven though "Trick or Treat" is so utterly stupid watching it will make you a total idiot (and that's the main reason I love it so much), it features one of the most magnificent soundtracks evah, this:įastway's "Trick or Treat" is an underrated hard rock masterpiece from the eighties, featuring Flogging Molly's Dave King's pipes and "Fast" Eddie Clarke's smoking stratocaster.
Pure, unadulterated & delicious eighties cheese, boyos. One of my all time favourite movies happens to be Trick or Treat, a monumental, humongous piece of crap of a horror movie about a snuffed rockstar coming back from the dead because some bullied high-school kid spins his records backwards. 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.
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