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CRUDE DUDE RECORD REVIEW #3.

Posted on December 7, 2012 2 Comments

||| If you’re new to these reviews, the following is part of an on-going series we feature here that you’ll first be required to read about in an official “manifesto” at this location ||| CRUDE DUDE RECORD REVIEW #3 LYNCH MOB – WICKED SENSATION (1990) Review by: Mike Ballermann It’s the year 1990. The Ultimate Warrior […]

CRUDE DUDE RECORD REVIEW #1.

Posted on May 25, 2012 9 Comments

Crude Dude Manifesto: ||| Scholars proclaim that the official “era of the Crude Dude” is 1989-1993. This truly is the grand finale and last hurrah of the feel-good-party-metal scene. During this five year span, there was a distinct image that people seldom discuss. Gone was most of the make-up and spandex of previous years and […]

TWO CRUDE DUDES MIX.

Posted on March 9, 2012 19 Comments

It’s 1991. In most corners of the world, the big names in party metal/hair metal have unexpectedly been kicked to the curb. This is both frustrating and confusing. Grunge and alt-rock are on the brink of exploding onto the music scene and you’re feeling pretty lost. Why would anyone dream of giving up on feel-good […]

TWO CRUDE DUDES VIDEO [VIDEO PREMIERE].

Posted on February 24, 2012 3 Comments

Nobody told them that when they’d give up the ‘ludes, they’d become TWO CRUDE DUDES. They gallop down the Pacific Coast Highway in a 1986 JEEP CJ-7 and a 1985 Monte Carlo SS (with T-Tops), each with one arm out the window, fully tanned, veins popping out and chewing bubble gum. Their plan? To bulldoze down […]

DR. DR. KOKENSTEIN’S BETWEEN HER LEGS HALLOWEEN MIX.

Posted on October 31, 2011 7 Comments

Dr. Dr. Kokenstein (pronounced with a hard German accent) is a deranged, psychopathic surgeon with a vital prescription just for you. He’s spent months formulating a lethal mixture […]

YOU CAN’T STOP THE DISCIPLES.

Posted on August 8, 2011 Leave a Comment

VENICE BEACH, CALIFORNIA: COLOGNE, GERMANY: DIRECT QUOTE: “…as for the TNUC uniform shirt, I hereby promise that this fine and noble garment will exclusively be touched only by my tanned german muscles, Kouros and Azzaro perfume, the seats of my Pontiac Firebird, the benchpress in the gym, gold jewelry and OF COURSE crisp, hot, sweaty […]