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I’ve had
this Vyper song, “Dealer”, stuck in my head for years. And I
mean YEARS, man. ‘Metal’ Mike Jones played it one time in
1984 on Nasty Habits, the Sunday night, 4-hour, commercial-free,
heavy metal orgy on local college radio station WERS that pretty much
every Teenage Sleazegrinder in Boston cut their
flash metal babyteeth on. It’s funny, ya
know, the songs that end up getting welded onto yr skull like burning
plastic. From 1983 to 1986 or however long Mike did
that show, I musta heard THOUSANDS of metal songs, but the three that
stuck with me were “Dealer”, “Blondes in Black” by Anvil
Chorus (probably cuz I was like, 14, and a song called “Blondes in
Black” was obviously gonna hit ya right in the hormones) and some speed
metal version of “Silent Night” by who-the-hell-knows (it was a
special Xmas show). There’s no good reason why these three shoulda remained
with me- I heard Venom and Anvil and Anthrax and
Manowar and Hellhammer and Steel fuckin’ Assassin
for the first time on Nasty Habits, so it’s not like the show didn’t
play GOOD heavy metal all the goddamn time, but there ya go. Anyway,
it’s been rattling around in the grey stuff for 20 years now, and after
awhile, it started to carry a somewhat mythical aura to it. In my head, it
was scorching speed metal, a hoary, drug-fueled chug punctuated with a
venomous roar: “I’m your dealer/Your dealer /Your Dealer/Dominating!”. I
never bought the album that “Dealer” was on, “Prepared to Strike”,
when it was originally released, ‘cuz they look like gay spacemen on the
back cover, but prior to hunting it down a few months ago, if you woulda
mentioned Vyper to me (and who sez you wouldn’t?), then I probably
would have told you they were Bad Ass. Cuz my teenage brain seemed to
think they were. Anyway, good thing I checked.
Vyper, it turns out, were from Kansas City, Missouri,
which pretty much automatically qualifies ‘em as a
Flash Metal Suicide. They were formed by
lead singer Christy Black (dude, Christy?!) and guitarist
Jacky Foxx (again, Jacky?!), who rounded up a buncha scarecrows
and hair farmers to aid their cause. I’m pretty sure that they wanted to be
‘tough’, ya know, like Judas Priest or somebody, so I’m not sure how
they ended up with spandex and hairspray and spaceman suits, unless maybe
EVERYBODY in Kansas City dressed like that back then. Anyway, the
same year they got together (1984), they released their debut album,
“Prepared to Strike”, on a California label/Distro, Greenworld.
“Prepared
to Strike” is notable mostly for Christy’s ear-piercing shriek, a
truly deranged, punishing sound that burns through the heavier-than-usual
power metal roar of Foxx’s guitar and the leathery gallop of Rik
Brock’s bass like corrosive acid. “Dealer” does, in fact, sound
like a fistfight, just like I remember, except it’s 20 years later, and I
kinda hate power metal now. The lyrics are cool, in a vaguely aggro way- “I
am the loaded gun that’s pointed at your head/I am the government equipped
with deadly force/power is my middle name/prepare for sacrifice/I am the
holy man to bring you to your knees” – but they’d probably have been more
effective if Black didn’t punctuate his verses with glass-shattering
screeches. And if he wasn’t dressed like a Martian hooker while doing
it. The rest of the album follows a similar path of caterwauling and
Maiden/Priest thumping. Most of the songs are about chicks. One
of ‘em’s called “She’s Nasty”. None of ‘em are awful or nothin', but
you’d pretty much have to be directly related to Vyper for them to be
your favorite band, and even then…well, you’d probably just be keeping the
peace, ya know?
“Prepared to Strike”, according to Vyper’s former
manager/producer Eric Greif, was more of a success than I woulda
assumed. “At one point in early 1985, “Prepared to Strike” was
listed as one of the biggest selling indie releases in the States”, he
recently reported, in
Denim and Leather ‘zine. But, you know, managers say stuff like that
all the time. At any rate, it did enuff business for Vyper to record
a follow-up EP, “Afraid of the Dark”, (Greenworld) in 1985,
but before the year was out, the band had split into two warring factions,
both of whom were laying claim to the name Vyper, and neither of whom
got anywhere with it. And to make matters worse, Greenworld went
bankrupt, and Vyper’s master tapes fell down a black hole, never to
seen from again. By 1986, it was all over but the shouting.
So what happened to Vyper? According to
Sleaze Roxx, Christy Black joined a band called Billy the
Kid in the late 90’s, but never recorded with ‘em. Drummer Michael
Scott briefly joined Maryland-based thrash metal band
Ballistic (who
have a pretty fuckin’ funny website- “Welcome to the threshold of metal
riffing Hell!”), but has not been heard from since. Hell, even Jacky Foxx
has disappeared (although his name lives on in the starry-eyed world of
black tranny porn) into the ether. Or the cornfields. Or the inside of my
teenage reptile brain. Wherever.
So there ya go, another flash metal band
proves exactly why they’re a hopeless obscurity. Ah, well. Maybe Anvil
Chorus will turn out to be really KICK ASS, man. Stay tuned.
-Sleazegrinder
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