"Not sounding gay is kind of important in this band." - TC

With a look like vintage Nugent roadies running riot in Orgy’s dressing room and a sound like Deep Purple, T Rex, and Urge Overkill were all the same band, Bloodshot have taken a gloriously retrogressive detour on the rock and roll highway, leaving the aggro tyrants and sexless pop star clones in the dust. Cloaked in the timeless vestiges of soul, glitter and sin, and reeking of menthol smoke and heartbreak, Bloodshot are the kings of a whole new realm - Stoner Glam. Their line-up is littered with battle hardened veterans that fairly scream for parentheses - Tim Catz (vocals/bass - Roadsaw, Honeyglazed - "In the end, I had to pony up the cash for the coke"), Ian Ross (guitar - Roadsaw - "Ian brought the booze") Hari Hassan (keyboards/vocals-Roadsaw - "Hari’s got the pills") and Nicky Kulund (drums - Honeyglazed/DJ Motorcycle - "He just brought his bad ass self"), and their aim is simple and true. They are here to soothe the savages, seduce the ladies, and retire quickly in amphetamine splendor. The hustle is on.

I dragged the cleverly initialed Tim Catz out at 9 in the morning to get the Bloodshot story. I Don’t remember where we went, but Gunsn'Roses blared in the background and the scribblings of mental patients adorned the walls.

Hard to say. The love is still there, but without the cash to massage our egos with, the trip to the top gets rough.

Too much too soon…like shooting stars, they burn bright, but fade fast.

Well, let’s put it this way — I never had anybody cry at rehearsal before.

Yeh, time to explore my softer side…it was in Europe, actually. See, here’s my theory on stoner rock. All the people I know that really like stoner rock also listen to Neil Young, T Rex, and Pink Floyd. Even on Roadsaw’s ‘Rawk and Roll’ record, I tried to get a keyboard player in to make it more Deep Purpley. I just figured that all these bands started to sound the same, and nobody was taking any risks, so we decided to try something different. I went up to New Hampshire all by myself and wrote 20 songs. I brought a 4 track, guitar, and a drum machine. I pretty much spent the whole summer smoking pot, swimming, canoeing, and writing. I’d just gotten off the road from Europe, and I had to get out of the city. It was the best summer of my life. It sure beat being in Allston, sweating my balls off and looking for something to do. And when I came back, I put Bloodshot together.

I’ve always said, if you’re gonna steal, steal from the best. Gerry Raferty, Gary Glitter, Don Kirshner, and Kris Kristofferson from ‘A Star is Born’…. what we do in Bloodshot is something we did off and on in Roadsaw and tried to do in Honeyglazed; coordinate what we wear and put on a whole show.

It was pretty half assed, though. For example, I don’t think that flannel and leather pants go together.

I guess it is… It’s ‘Home Sweet Home’ by Motley Crue, basically.

Dude, I hate Everclear.

You know what Hari calls that shit? Secretary rock. Like there’s all these chicks in their late 20’s who can’t listen to anything but WBOS at the office, and they go and buy Lenny Kravitz records, and watch VH1.

The ones that aren’t married yet, yeh.

Get them drunk? Yes. Get them to see the real man behind the mirrored shades, the tender heart behind the rhinestone studded denim jackets, to understand my pain when the stage lights go down? Well, that’s a whole other matter.

Seven figure record deal, separate tour busses and frequent trips to Japan, where we are huge. Oh, and new livers when they start cloning them. Really, I just want to age gracefully.

(Note: Bloodshot broke up, or turned into Quitter, or wandered off to LA, however you want to look at it.)