Yes, you heard right: That's La La horror-punk shocksters Damnation turning the Mamas and Papas inside out with a fiendish "California Demons." Creepy, funny, vicious, fun like a Molotov cocktail exploding inside your brain, bad like an army of acid-crazed bikers crashing a Bar Mitzvah, rippling with muscled riffs like Lemmy jamming with The Misfits with special guests Entombed.
Taking on poppy, upbeat themes like child molestin' padres ("Fuel Injected Priest"); surreal silliness ("Garbage Truck"); Interview With A Vampire-style kindernosferatu ("Bloodjunkies") and everybody's favorite afterlife preserver ("Formaldehyde"), Damnation guarantee there's ecstasy after final judgment. Ultra-tight jams, actual vocals, ball-busting, string-popping axes, gore, attitude and something to offend just about every special interest group. I like them, I really, really like them. One damnation, underdog, libations of juice feral.