It’s always a good idea to check yr math, man. I gave this demo a spin in the Sleaze-wheels a few weeks back, and at the time, I just kinda shrugged it off and switched on the radio. But keep in mind that I live in a city where other people try to kill you with their cars all the time, so I was probably screaming at some dirty motherfucker and pedaling-to-the-metal while it was on. So, I figured I’d listen again when I was less distracted. Like now.

Man, I musta been really twisted that day.

Night After Night are Frisco’s kings (and queen) of Make-out Metal. All their songs are about making out with hot chicks, and they sound like it. Imagine your fave New Wave of British Heavy Metal Band (that’d be Savage, Angelwitch, or early Def Lep, in case you haven’t chosen one yet) with their pants on fire, and you’ve got the sound here. It might also help to know that half the band is Lost Goat (including Tina Gordan, officially the most fuckable stoner chick drummer on the planet), and that their balls-out singer, Shane Baker, used to be in Dead and Gone. Although I don’t personally know who Dead and Gone were. Anyway, there’s two demos rolling here, both of ‘em just fuck-on-the-floor hotness, full of thick, melodic sex-metal riffs and shameless, mouthy come-ons. “Love Commander”, “Ride on You”, “Queen of the Night” “Backseat Astronaut”, that kinda thing. It’s mercilessly sleazy, and as heavy fucking metal as that serial killer kid in the Iron Maiden t-shirt. If Thin Lizzy and Bad Wizard jammed at an all-night party at Larry Flynt’s house, they’d sound JUST LIKE these demos. Awesome. Boner inducing, even.

Ok, so, “brown metal”. You get the joke already, right? The Rectum Satans are short-haired (!) corpsepainted loons from deepest, darkest Pennsylvania, who play noisy punk riffs disguised as black metal, and Casio-goth disguised as…well, you can’t disguise Casio goth. All the songs are about their asses, and they problems that encounter. There’s really no way to describe this without making it sound awful, and sometimes it is, on purpose; but it’s also got goofball charm, and you can almost dance to one of the songs. They’re kinda like a Satanic, retarded Big Stick. Only with short hair. And impacted bowels.

This demo arrived in a baggie, with a sheet of Mighty High blotter acid. Well, just the sheet, no acid. I hope. If I start seeing pink lizards crawling up the wall, I’m gonna be pissed. Anyway, these fuckers are obviously high all the time, so I guess I can’t blame them for not including a hype sheet with the CD, but that kind of thing does come in handy in times like this. I do know they’re from New York, and that they like the MC5 just as much as you do. The songs here, as you might have guessed, are rumbling, bass-heavy revolution rockers straight outta Detroit ’68, only infused with authentic New York punk rock snot. It also sounds like the band are in a trash can down the street, but that’s bound to happen when you record in the red. “Buy The Pound” is the biggest monster here, a sleazy, punchy dose of rolling thunder, but the stripped down Stooges punk of “Leroy” and the shoot-the-hostage desperado boogie of “Breakin’ Shit” are pretty goddamn rousing, too. And the lyrics are all about either buying or selling drugs, so you know they really mean it, maaan.