Every 60ís biker movie has a badass title like "Satanís Sadists" or "Angel Unchained". But when you get into it, all the hell raising is pretty hokey, or the biker chick is played by Tyne Daly. (Ugh) So after a while, you go back to it and watch again just because itís so contrived itís funny. Thatís how it is with The Demonics, but at least the humor is intentional. All indications from the cover and the name are a Cramps or Black Sabbath evil movie soundtrack band. But what you end up with is Bam-Bam Rubble wearing a turtle shell helmet.
"She-Devils On Wheels" quickly clues you in that this is going to be more Weezer then Hopper. Musically exact and well executed, but the singing isnít as manly as hoped. They wonít put up much of a fight to the amazon She-Devils gang. "Anesthesiologist" is the first of the teen tragedies. I canít help but envision the nurse on the cover of another recent album when he sings "My anesthesiologist in her skintight rubber gloves." Clever song idea and heavy road guitars make it pretty enjoyable. Covering the Bitch Boysí "Little Honda" would have been cute if they were a dark assault outfit. But theyíre not, and itís not. Shouldíve done some Davey Allen or something else from a bad gang movie. "Dune Buggy Denise" throws back to bubblegum beach music resplendent with tambourine and maracas a la The Archies. Or that other cartoon band, Jellyfish.
Vampires on motorbikes make a pretty exciting visual. But "Race Against The Dawn" sounds exactly like Cracker. Until the chorus that is, when it sounds like Aerosmith. While the music is fun, femme vocals stunt another cool idea. "We sucked your mother dry and left her corpse behind at some Yuppie hell-hole North of town." "Purple Heart" doesnít say for sure, but it sounds like the second roadkill tragedy song. The lyrics on the clever "Sayton" are as follows, "Donít say eight, donít say nine, say ten." "She was looking for Sarah down at the Winchester House". Now they have crossed the Dead Milkmen with Groovie Ghoulies. (The cartoon)
Just as most serial killers look like unassuming normal folk, "When Youíre Dead" is happy poppy retro-rock. But look inside and you get, "Lend me your ear, Iíll take your hand. Theyíll find the rest in a garbage can. I got tears but nobody cares. I left clues Ďcause I want you to know who I am. I am no one." Now thatís killer. "Pure Hell" is the second song Iíve ever heard use the word citadel. Itís the little young lady from Pasadena. Ironically, it sounds like some Vox guitars on acid-space instrumental "Dustiní The Fuzz."
Post-apocalyptic visions on the road mad "Fuel-Injected Suicide Machine" feature more surfabilly guitars and cymbal tapping. Awful serious all of the sudden, boys.
Demonics like to make themselves up like the devil on Kids In The Hall. So I guess I shouldnít expect much darkness. The devil they worship is of the Harvey Comicsí variety. One being CC And Company and ten being Psychomania, Demons On Wheels rates a six, Chopper Chicks In Zombie Town.
- She Devils On Wheels
- Little Honda
- Dunebuggy Denise
- Race Against Dawn
- Purple Hearts
- When You're Dead
- Pure Hell
- Dustin' The Fuzz
- Fuel-Injected Suicide Machine