Of all the bands that I’ve come to love and enjoy, DEADSY are the most endlessly fascinating. The more you dig into this band and explore the music and mythos, the deeper into the abyss you will drift. I could literally write a 10-page midterm paper about Deadsy. There is that much to dissect. For roughly the last twenty years, my closest friends and I have spent — and will continue to spend late evenings drinking beers and talking about Deadsy while the sounds of a snarling Les Paul and Z-Tar echo through the air. “Wait…what?”
Right about now I’m sure people reading this are thinking, “that band from the Korn days? The Key to Gramercy Park? The Orgy sounding dude?”
Which is why I’ve had my trepidations with writing about Deadsy because I honestly don’t know where to begin. For one, they couldn’t be any more different than the aforementioned bands. Deadsy’s music is heavy, lush, otherworldly, melodic, shrouded in mystery and exists on its own plane. This band has always felt like a best kept secret between my friends and I. Like a secret society of like-minded amigos who have the greatest taste in music and Deadsy being this sacred thing that nobody else understands but us. #UNDERCORE
I discovered the band back in high school, when the majority of our free time was spent driving around, listening to music and smoking weed. Our music consumption during a single car ride would flow from CSNY’s Deja Vu into Slayer’s Reign In Blood…..then Dr. Dre’s The Chronic into Rush’s 2112. This explains why we as kids, didn’t fit into any single category at school. Jocks, preps, bookworms, stoners, freaks……nobody. We were a little bit of everything. Deadsy is a little bit of everything. BUT FROM BEYOND.
I loathed the first half of my high school years from being pulled away from my friends to attend private school. The songs on Deadsy’s debut album Commencement put interesting thoughts into my head about academia and I began to see a new but adjacent, universal perspective on the whole “institutional” aspect of school. Songs like ‘Mansion World’, ‘Future Years’, ‘Winners’ and ‘Lake Waramaug’ put fantastical ideas in my head and were a much needed distraction from the daily mundane. It wasn’t the cliché middle finger to school, rather a way to rise above it and form your own little paradise. Once I even stopped my school’s Catholic priest in the hallway to ask if he knew about the Urantia Book. He looked at me like I had three heads.
Leading up to graduation, I was visiting different colleges throughout the New England area. My boredom during those long rides with my parents to New Hampshire and Vermont would subside when daydreaming and putting the Deadsy lens on the whole experience. One of the great things about music is the feeling of being transported to another place or time. This was certainly the case with this band but elevated and it had a different energy.
Maybe it attributed to being around college campuses in New England and the connection with Deadsy’s prep school vibe, but something about the depth and mystery within these songs was tapping hard into my imagination. It didn’t so much as transport me to another place as it opened my eyes and kept me in the ever-present. If that makes any sense.
As mentioned before, the members of Deadsy had an evil prep school vibe during that era that I found endlessly fascinating. This coupled with the music provided hours of staring at album artwork, dissecting lyrics and noticing little new things in the songs each time you listen. They operated like a modern day KISS in terms of each band member having a different character with a symbol. Academics. Leisure. War. Science and Horror.
Their frontman, P Exeter Blue (Elijah Blue Allman) seemed to have landed from another decade or I should say, mid-space time dilation. If I had to explain his vocal style, think somewhere between David Bowie and Peter Steele.
The band arrived on the scene during the nu-metal days of the early 00’s. To be honest, back then I didn’t know what to think, as this was a radically new sound to most people including myself. It was a little depressing and “electronic” for my ears at that time. You have to keep this all in perspective and context…Deadsy entered the picture when Korn, Linkin Park, Tool, System of a Down and Limp Bizkit dominated rock radio and the mainstream. While several of those bands supported Deadsy and brought them out on the road as a support act, they certainly didn’t fit in.
I think for the masses, hearing synthesizers mixed with Type O Negative vocals and sludgy riffs went right over people’s heads. It was so outside what was happening at that time with rock music. Everything they did seemed against the grain. A keyboard player in a band? Completely unheard of during those days (unlike how it is now.)
Deadsy looked like prep-school misfits in technicolor from another dimension. Five guys who just walked off the set of Tron and could play Duran Duran melodies over slowed down Morbid Angel riffs. Again, I didn’t know what to think when I first heard it. But the strangest thing was that I kept coming back. I had never experienced this sort of slow-burn effect with music before, as it had always been hit or miss for me.
As I kept giving this strange band another listen, there was something familiar and nostalgic about it. They seemed to be channeling Black Sabbath, Depeche Mode and elements of prog rock, but pushing it into the neon-soaked stratosphere.
I’ll never forget hearing the opening to ‘Winners’ and the chills that ensued. Keep in mind, this is over a decade before synthwave or any sort of synth-based music would be a thing. That wash of sound floored me and still does to this day.
Deadsy released two full length albums during their tenure, Commencement in 2002 and Phantasmagore in 2006. In the interest of not making this article 42 pages I’m going to skip over dissecting those brilliant albums (save it for another time). Instead let’s leap forward…
If there is one downfall with Deadsy, it is that they are not prolific. It’s frustrating to have a band you love so much have such a limited body of music over 20+ years. Granted, the band did take a pretty big hiatus until a few years ago but the bottom line is — fans have been promised a lot over the years and very little has panned out.
…Enough whining! The good news to announce is that Deadsy have been in the studio and creating NEW MUSIC. A third album is on the way (fingers crossed in 2023) and that is all we really care about!
Now disciples, let your Uncle TNUC be your guide. Strap on a pair of headphones and give this band your full attention. They are unlike anything you’ll ever hear.
“Room for dessert?” Grandma TNUC asks in that sweet voice, as she slides a putrid-green thing filled with God-knows-what nuclear waste across the dinner table. Family members gasp and shriek in horror when they see what just landed on the otherwise very pleasant Thanksgiving holiday spread.
Kids at the kid’s table run away crying. In-laws quietly creep out the back door and get in their cars. It’s worse than any steaming roadkill scraped off the highway. It’s scarier than Aunt Bethany’s cat food Jell-O from the Griswold’s infamous family Christmas of 1989.
Poor old Granny T used to be a wonder in the kitchen. Her hot dog casseroles and ambrosia salads were talked about several towns away. But the old buzzard was finally showing her age and starting to lose her marbles. At the last family function, Cousin Larry found several cigarette butts in his soup, cranberry sauce mixed with moth balls, her new “Peppermint Schnapps Pie” recipe and finally, a hearing aid floating in a cup of Egg Nog.
Granny T tries her damnedest, but one thing’s for sure..she isn’t so out of touch or loopy to notice people’s reactions to her cooking. It breaks her heart to know that her time is almost up.
Suddenly from the living room there is a devastating stomping coming closer. People look up and it’s Uncle TNUC himself, abruptly waken from a 3 hour nap after polishing off that bottle of Wild Turkey in the morning. He witnesses what’s going on and sees Grandma TNUC’s heartbroken face. His fist slams down on the table, sending drinks splashing and the white fine china dinnerware chattering. He lashes out at the family members, scolding them about how ungrateful they’ve become. He mumbles something about how they could possibly treat Nana this way after “all she’s been through”. No one knows what this means, and he’s rambling…but they let him finish.
UT pulls up a chair and grabs a massive spoonful of Nana’s nuclear casserole. He swallows and then pauses. Suddenly a belch so loud erupts that it shakes the dining room table and even the family dog does the paws over the eyes thing. His face turns a sour, swampy color and seconds later he face-plants into the table.
Remembering what happened after that fateful dessert of 1982 is hazy but one memory is quite clear. After peeling his face off the dinner plate hours later, he went up to his old bedroom and put together another mixture of appetizing songs to help his symptoms. It’s the 3rd mixtape in the ‘Mystery Meat’ series and we have it right here in time for the holidays!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, DISCIPLES.
Listen however you please, but I strongly recommend taking this one on the road. Aside from being obviously food-themed, it’s also heavily inspired by TNUC’s favorite holiday travel movies. These songs make me think of the open road and the way the sun hits this time of year. Have fun.
The hardest part about parting ways with another Halloween season isn’t putting away the spooky decorations, tossing out the rotting pumpkins or balling up the cobwebs from the bushes in the yard. The painful thing to me is just how abrupt the end is. After all, from mid-September all the way to October 31st, it’s 125 mph and a total-nonstop-onslaught of Halloween the…entire…fucking…time. So when that final day arrives and things come to a screeching halt, it hits you like a sack of frozen turkeys.
But a little voice inside my head says “stop being a wuss” and it’s true. Halloween is special in that it happens once a year. Can’t stay too late at the party.
I’m thrilled with the response from this year’s mixtape “Night Beast 5: The Beast Child”. Thank you for listening and thank you even more for sharing the mix and spreading the word. I figured now would be the perfect time to share a song that didn’t make it on NB5 but still rules and should be cherished around the land of TNUC. Let’s call it a B(east)-Side!
“It Just Keeps On Coming” by David Palmer comes from the soundtrack to a little known movie called The Night Stalker from 1986. The film stars Robert Z’Dar, the guy with the giant face from Maniac Cop, among other films. I haven’t watched it yet but the plot revolves around a killer of the night stalking prostitutes, which the ideal storyline when I look for a film to enjoy with my family.
The song is beautifully haunting and I can see why it would be useful in a movie of this caliber. It conjures that perfect essence of a shadowy figure stalking the streets in the heart of the city. The night belongs to the girls…everyone is watching them…but someone is waiting for them.
The name of the singer, David Palmer, should ring a bell as he is the artist who granted us the mighty masterpiece “Silhouette” from 1985’s Teen Wolf. The song plays during the house party scene which features the ultimate party move…bowl of Jell-O down a girl’s shirt!
Cindy Davenport remembered that terrible night nine months before when she had been seduced by a man in wolf’s skin. Why had she been tempted in the first place by this fowl-smelling, beastly, bulging man? She did always envision the idea of possibly being lured by a vampire, who throughout the course of history have seduced even the most unsuspecting victims. But this thing, by all accounts, turned into a beast when the moon was full, bit the heads off of chickens and woke up naked covered in blood (and beer). The temptation of that night made little sense…but it had happened. And now she was giving birth to his son.
Cindy prayed the child would be normal, but as he grew up her most dreaded fears were realized: his large head, hideous face, terrible temper and animal-like behavior were all signs. Then came the first murder at the daycare center and the final realization…
CINDY DAVENPORT HAD GIVEN BIRTH TO A NIGHT BEAST.
Find out what happens to poor Cindy and her pint-sized creature of the night with NIGHT BEAST 5: THE BEAST CHILD. Another chapter in the Night Beast saga and TNUC’s 13th Halloween mixtape!
††† HAPPY HALLOWEEN DISCIPLES †††
CRANK THIS UP AS YOU GALLOP INTO THE NIGHT FOR A MIDNIGHT FEAST!
1) YNGWIE MALMSTEEN – ON THE RUN AGAIN
2) AUTOGRAPH – YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM THE BEAST INSIDE
3) THE FLIRTS – TEENAGE WEREWOLF (I WAS A)
4) WAYSTED – NIGHT OF THE WOLF
5) ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN – PEOPLE ARE STRANGE
6) THE BLASTERS – DARK NIGHT
7) ZOMBIE HYPERDRIVE – BLACK WOLF
8) THE PARTLAND BROTHERS – OUTSIDE THE CITY
9) METAL CHURCH – WATCH THE CHILDREN PREY
10) DAVID PALMER – SILHOUETTE
11) MÖTLEY CRÜE – GOD BLESS THE CHILDREN OF THE BEAST
12) FM – MAGIC (IN YOUR EYES)
13) TYPE O NEGATIVE – WOLF MOON
14) UMBERTO – THE CHILD (EXTENDED REMIX)
15) JAY CHATTAWAY – MAKING THE SILVER BULLET
A huge, huge thanks and praise to artist Ricardo Leon Cordero who airbrushed the Night Beast into the beautiful artwork you see today!