Life, sex and death: A memory
This was a concert experience that is burned into my brain and not for any good reasons. It was the summer of 1992 and I went with a friend to see George Lynch's band Lynch Mob at a club that no longer exists. The opening act was a band called Life, sex and death. I had just seen an ad for their album right before seeing them, but knew nothing about their sound. Metal was on the decline at this time and had been so for almost a year, but a lot of bands could still fill up clubs in certain areas and Baltimore always seemed to have had a big audience for glam and commercial metal. The club was pretty full and everyone was waiting for the opening band. A long haired guy wearing no shirt and what could only be described leather hot pants came on stage and we realized he must be the bands guitarist as he strapped the guitar on. You certainly wouldn't know he was the guitarist from his playing ability as he began to hit a few sour notes and bang the body of the guitar against the amp which also made even more unpleasant noises. Then a guy wearing a tattered suit and bent glasses climbed onto the speakers and sat there talking some gibberish into the mic. Apparently this band had a genius "gimmick" of having a lead singer who was supposedly a homeless person. Then the bass player and drummer came on stage although their talent was of about the same level as the guitarist. The music just ground on with simple bar chords being played in between bizarre off beat noise. The singer or at least the homeless guy with the mic. continued ranting guttural ramblings and moved around the stage hunched over and making a face like he smelled something rotten. My jaw was on the floor and what started out as what I thought was a bad joke got worse as these guys played this garbage for about 40 minutes. What's worse was some people cheered for them and it was early so being drunk probably wasn't the excuse for everyone. What's worse than that was after the show I found out that these guys were on Reprise records which is a part of Warner Brothers. The label that had signed Hendrix and Van Halen signed a band who couldn't play and pretended they had a homeless person as their front man. No wonder metal died at this time as major labels were singing jokers like this. I believe they only did the one album so that was good news. My belief is that some record executive at WB perceived these guys as being a band that would appeal to fans of metal and the growing alternative scene and signed them. The problem was they must not have actually listened to the band before signing them. There were a lot of inexplicable label signings between say 1988 and 1992. Labels signed bands just because they knew metal was big and thought they should have metal bands, but they didn't really consider how good the band was or how the band should be marketed. This resulted in trash like these guys being on a major and talented bands being left by the wayside because their labels didn't know how to promote them. The flooding of the metal market that happened at that time is a topic that I will probably bring up in greater length at another time.