Glam Slam Death Disco 2009 Part 14

Glam Slam Death Disco 2009 Part 14

Welcome back to Mr H’s Death Disco 2009

If you’re confused about what this entails, then take a look back at Part 1 for guidance. Otherwise, prepare yourself for the next track listed down below.

Ah, the eighties. When men were men, and wore more makeup, hairspray and spandex than the women. To be fair, I avoided that look, which is probably for the best. Although we won’t mention the Great Perm Disaster of ‘88. In my defence I was going to see the MIGHTY KISS at a rock festival, but I should have known better, even through the haze of drink and drugs.

But when I wasn’t looking at shapely female asses, clad in spandex, I was listening to some mighty fine music. Although if you have pets, you may want to let them outside before pushing play.

So without further ado, I present the latest part of the 2009 Death Disco! Apply foundation here, and click to download. Or you can play them all as they arrive in the Death Box over on the right hand side of your screen.

You’ve already had one clue, but an additional pictogram representation somewhere below here.

Spandex

Flash! Bomb! Fever!

Once upon a time the mighty KISS were flying in their personalised Apollo rocket across the wastelands of Europe, looking down from their ivory encrusted thrones, secure in the knowledge that they would never have to soil their feet on British land. Yes, as long as they paid fealty to their superhuman powers, and wore their paint of mystery, the world was theirs. They had no need for the peasants of Britain. Laughing, as only beings of infinite power can, they emptied their effluence upon the wastelands of Cheshire.

Thousands of miles below, four spotty local lads were picking their way through the rubbish tip, looking for scraps to take home for t’tea. Dave, Alistair, Trevor and Steve, they were called, and as they searched for brass in’t muck they found themselves showered in the shite of the mighty KISS.

They rose as one, raised their fists to the sky and proclaimed that from this day forth, they would be the SHIT KISS. And lo, the Macclesfield titans, SILVERWING were hatched.

Showing that you couldn’t pull the wool over their eyes, they launched themselves with the anthem “Rock And Roll Are Four Letter Words”, a claim that no-one, NO-ONE could deny.

For some strange reason, Deaf Barton over at Sounds / Kerrap! decided they were the future of rock and roll. This, of course, was rubbish, but had nothing to with the fact that he foisted some rubbish lyrics upon them and became co-writer of “Flashbomb Fever”. Despite his input it still only got to the B-side of “That’s Entertainment”.

Despite their lack of talent, the SHIT KISS were actually allowed to make a whole album, which no-one bought, not even the denizens of the Axe & Cleaver in Macclesfield, who were too busy picking fights with Scotch lads working on local building sites.

However, time is a great healer, so for your delectation, please enjoy SILVERWING!

Teenage Love Affair

Rock’n'Roll Mayhem

Sittin’ Pretty

Sorry, no refunds.

LEATHER Gurls With Electric Curlz

Ah, LEATHER ANGEL!

What a fabulous name for a band.

A band whose log was designed by Nikki Sixx from notorious sex offenders MUTLEY CRUE, which showed he was actually useless at more than one thing.

The LEATHER ones were on the cusp of being huge, greatly helped by their propensity for being scantily clad chicks. Thank you, Terry O’Leary (vocals and LEATHER g-string), Cathy Amanti (Bass), Debbie Wolf (guitar), and Krissi North (drums). They even blagged a US tour with the mighty midget himself, Ronnie James ‘Denzil’ DIO before it all fell apart, when their managers came to blows over whose cogar was the biggest. For some strange reason (apart from them not being very good), the major labels never came a-knocking, and they only managed one release, in the shape of “We Came To Kill” – you can steal an mp3 of ‘Heart Shaker’ by clicking here. If you misbehave, I may be provoked into uploading their version of ‘Whole Lotta Love’ as well.

However, having shed a couple of LEATHER clad chicks, they acquired some different LEATHER clad chicks and became Jaded Lady. That didn’t work either, so the entire band underwent gender reassignment surgery, having one last crack at the big time in the guise of the quasi-legendary PRETTY BOY FLOYD (pictured at the bottom of post).

Check out a lo-fi video below, of them crucifying ‘Detroit Rock City’ by KISS A song I will hear next Friday when KISS headline the Download Dullfest