You want the death you got the death!

Let yourself drift through time to this Friday night....

The lights dim until the room is shrouded in the inky darkness of a million black souls....

Fog lifts from the floor and the strains of "in the beginning" from Motley Crue's 'Shout at the Devil' album pierce the air. A single red light reveals a (harrowingly sexy) figure in a dark robe...mysterious and taller than one would think upon first glance standing center stage in front of a shadowy dias.

He lifts a curvy dagger and whistles "the Call of Ktulu" as he disappears into the floor. The stage is dark and quiet save for..is that whimpering.....or the yodel of a dead man yodeling?????

Suddenly a cymbal crashes.....One..Two..Three...Four

The lights explode into incandescent fury and the Pharmacy Prophets pop out of the bottom of the stage accompanied by showers of sparks and laser lights. A Harley is on the stage, flames are everywhere, a beer gets spilled...it is madness. On the dias at the front of the stage the prone and screaming figure of our friend and sacrificial lamb Mike Holden writhes feebly...knowing that he is about to meet his maker. (He is polite enough to hold the set-list though).

"How y'all doin' tonight?" the high priest asks and the assembled masses reply with their devotional chants of "PLAY FREEBIRD" and "GEE ROSSI YOUR HAIR LOOKS FANTASTIC!!!!."

The band breaks into the breaking down the breakdown and the sacrifice begins.......

YOU WANT THE REST YOU GET THE REST (on Friday that is)
THE SACRIFICINGEST BAND IN THE LAND.....

the Pharmacy Prophets@ the Velvet Lounge

This Friday 8/26/2005

Joining in the murderous activitiesare 40% of Rotoscope, 100 Years, Loser Beat Winners (X-Bad Livers)

Should be rocking.
8 bucks