The Devil Came Down To Richmond

The Devil Came Down To Richmond

“Have you guys heard the D-Devils?” It was 2006 and the voice belonged to my good friend Rachael. The question was addressed to my wife and I. The answer was that no, we had not heard the D-Devils. So we did and there we were, all three of us squished in Rachael’s tiny car, zipping around the streets of Richmond, laughing until we cried. Rachael, a frenetic ball of laughter, turquoise hair, tattoos, and piercing, knew every word. She shouted the lyrics, such as they were, exulting in the goofiness, punctuating each line with effortless, raucous laughter. This went on for a few hours, before and after meals out, on and on, beat out by the steady metronome of that song. Here’s what we know: the D-Devils are Belgian. Very Belgian. They have two full albums out, “Dance With the Devil” and “No Future Without Us”, from 2001 and 2003, respectfully. This meant that, by 2006, they were already well into past due status in the quickly moving world of electronic subgenres. Today, they’re ancient, with a website which hasn’t been updated since 2010 (I’ve no idea why it was updated for even that long). The D-Devils are about schtick and, oh my, what schtick it is. They dress like devils, prosthetic horns and all, go on stage, and play what discogs.com refers to as trance, but is really closer to The KLF’s stadium house, albeit updated with newer bleeps and bloops (it should be noted that The KLF was dedicated to schtick, as well, and that the D-Devils’ sound is shockingly close to those other inheritors of The...
Requiem for a fallen friend – Shone Davis

Requiem for a fallen friend – Shone Davis

Holidays always fuck up my ability to get anything done, especially post at the site – various demands constantly pull me in all directions and unfortunately something’s always gotta give. Frankly I was going to stay away until after the weekend, but I just have to post this. It won’t stay bottled up two more days. My good friend Shone Davis is dead. Shone was more than a friend, really – if one can be said to have a brother in spirit, that was Shone Davis. My mom always said that most people will offer you kind words when life throws you a curveball, but true friends are there to put up with your shit. That was Shone Davis. Shone was the guy that would have your back even when you were wrong, who loved having a good time and being there when you weren’t. When I look back at my youth, it seems that most of my recollections somehow involve Shone. Rampaging around a slamdance pit at a Circle Jerks show at Bogart’s. Attending a Nether Eye show in some seedy basement, watching Shone dance his ass off wearing a Chuck-E-Cheese mascot head in 100-degree heat. Driving to Cleveland for the first Lollapalooza tour in 1991. Watching Mark Waid take a piss in the bathroom at the 1996 Chicago Comicon. Punk shows, sitting around the basement playing Nintendo, watching John Woo flicks in his brother’s apartment in San Francisco, hanging out with my family in Los Angeles in ’97. It’s the absolute fucking zenith of geek cliche, but I can’t help but quote Roy Batty from the end...

Just ’cause I can…

I’ll probably never bother with this again, but I’m amused to be posting this on my iPod from the IHOP in Kenwood, Ohio. Frankly, typing on this thing is a bit of a pain but you do get used to it. Makes me think about picking up an iPad… And now that I’ve used my Off-Topic Karma for the day, I’ll have to post something more relevant this...