We'll be heading out west for the first time ever, headlining the Torment In Fire Metal Festival in Calgary in April, and we are quite lookin' forward to carving up Cowtown, indeed!! A show here in Montreal in late March...
As far as things in production for release this year, the being thing that's FINALLY seeing the light of day is the Ol'Piley CARTOON!! It's gonna be amazing, kind of a cross between South Park, Simpsons, Ren&Stimpy, with Roger RamJet and Superjail also providing inspiration, following Piley's twisted adventures in animated mayhem!! We are well into it now, and the first one should be ready by mid-March! We'll create a website specifically for it, too! I've listened to the audio soundtrack about a million and five times now while the animation is getting done, and it still cracks me up to tears, so, I can't wait!!!! It's gonna blow your minds, ha ha!!
-Blood Bath- Your typically romantic look inside the mind of a sociopathic bind-torture-kill serial murderer.
-I'm The One'- Is a textural update of what I've been up to since I last beseeched everyone to 'Stay Ugly', a message of misguided hope infused in bitter cynicism, my Phoenix-like return from the ashes.
-Metal Manifesto- The Metal Anthem du-jour, basically spilling my guts on how I live my life, headbangin' till the day I die die die die die!!!!
-Last Day Of The Weak- Make your stand and conquer the enemy. Standard lyrical fare of metal of olde.. timeless and tuneful in the old-school vein.
-Volatile- Basically you Exalted Piledriver Operating Manual.. how to deal with a pinheaded metalhead who thinks you look delicious when he's angry.
-When I Saw Your Face- A bilious ballad depicting a hostile makeover.
-Battle Axe- Written in 1986 in support of all the men and women who are overseas doing the hard dark shit on our behalf that we're too chickenshit to do, whether we want it or not, all along they're the ones sacrificing, so, it's a bit of a pep-talk, a payment of rawkin' respect for our troops.
-God, You're Stupid II- Religion, schmeligion. That is all.
-Unsuck My Cock- A sicko soap opera about love gone bad, and about shirts and socks that need to be returned to their rightful owner.
-The Things I Give- I'm often asked 'can I have that' or 'give me a' or 'you should send me the' or 'I want the' or 'I want you to" or 'you should give us'... well... here's the list of what I'm prepared to actually give.
-Road Pigs- Sex sex sex... wimmen, girls, broads.. rock and roll backstage areas.. rock and roll tour buses.. rock and roll motel matresses.. syphilis n' spooge. Even back in 1985 when this was written, all the hot stuff was in place and being multiplied and heaped upon... to the tipping point of disgust and revulsion, as if that could happen.
So, there ya go... that's what I've been on about of late.
No, none, nada. The funny thing about all this Satan-stuff, and specifically the song Sex With Satan.. it was a morality play, literally denouncing the act of getting in-flagrante with Ol'Beelzebub, not encouraging it.. the crux of the biscuit is; dine on Devil-dick and you're excommunicated from the church. That, 'Flowers of Evil' and 'the Incubus', to my fast failing memory are the only few songs we did that dabbled in this type of 'satanic' silliness.. Since I am a firm atheist with the belief that God doesn't exist, it stands to reason that neither does the Devil. In my mind, the only evil that exists is homo sapiens ourselves, truly the scum of the earth. That's it. We are the bad shit. 'No rock so bellicose, no other animal so morose, no life form quite so gross as homo sapiens, scum of the earth'. Gee.. that sounds like a lyric.. oh, yeah.. it is. Mine, from the ill-fated Sofa-Q project... Nahh.. there ain' no nefarious dude trying to scalp us from God.. we're SO good at ruining ourselves we don't need any fictitious external/eternal help at all from any vapourous mental inventions.. we'll autograph our own epitaph with great ease on our own. It was the fashion at the time (along with wearing an onion on your belt) to be all devil-worshippy n' stuff.. so we included one or two to appease the wants and whims of the audience, not from any deep held beliefs. On Metal Manifesto there's 'God You're Stupid II' which clearly demonstrates my position on religion.. it's bullshit, and people are scaredy-sheep to follow such obvious mass mind-control and outright servitude under a gilded few, of whom a certain number enjoy crawling into young bums for fun and secret-sauce depositry. So. No. Enough of that silliness, I say.
11. Outside of music what are some of your interests?
Well, when I'm not a crazed and salacious example of heavy-metalized leather-laden excess, I'm a bit of a gearheaded nerd, so, the tools of the recording arts get a lot of my attention.. large diaphragm mics of ancient origin, tube compressors, optical compressors, solid-state compressors and small gas powered compressors.. noise floor, THD, and headroom specs... algorithms featuring digital masked frequency bit truncations.. you know, audio-nerd-stuffs. I'm also a gearhead when it comes to cars that make loud noises, spew fire and smoke, and ruin much vulcanized rubber on a regular basis. I like looking at women. I like touching women. Sometimes I even like conversing with these women if they've let me look and touch, or if they have some audio equipment info for me, heh heh. My rampant nerdishness is further manifested in my obsession with Photoshopping incongruous elements into humourous pastiches of pixellated buffoonery. Then there are the innumberable hours I expend on appreciating and fetishizing Frank Zappa and his music. And, yes, I do enjoy a good meal.. or three. That's me.
12. Any final words or thoughts before we wrap up this interview?
. I'd like to wrap up with;
Civilization has proven to be a massive mistake, or at best an enormous lie: all humans must die. Cheers!!!!