I've really got to get back into the habit of updating this blog more frequently.
Last Wednesday was the grand finale of the Dead Channels "White Hot 'n Warped Wednesdays" summer at the Hypnodrome. And they closed on a good one.
"The Legend of God's Gun" is billed as a"new kind of Western--made by musicians!" And it's new, and very different, but is also steeped in the visual language of so many Sergio Leone spaghetti westerns. Think "The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly" filtered through some sort of drug haze (sorry, I don't know enough about drugs to guess exactly what the filmmakers were on). It takes place in and around the evilest, god-forsakenest town imaginable--Playa Diablo (Devil's Playa). The sheriff doesn't care that his whore wife is banging his deputy (hell, he barely cares about enforcing the law). A semi-retarded bounty hunter has killed a one-eyed member of the local outlaw gang, and is dragging the body back to town. Meanwhile the outlaw leader and scorpion venom-drinking badass El Sobero is on his way to Playa Diablo for a little revenge. But the biggest slice of vengeance is reserved for the gun-slinging preacher. At least, that's how I remember it. I was pretty drunk, and it was pretty awesome. The end.