Kevin Bronson on February 26th, 2009

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[Here’s the intro to my story in today’s LA Weekly on the rock ‘n’ roll novel “Rock Bottom.” Can’t wait to see the Blood Orphans …]

You’ve heard the Blood Orphans’ story before, right? The band broke big out of Silver Lake a few years back, thrilling the hipsters at Spaceland with their high-energy, sweat-stained shows. That fast-talking bartendress with the Mohawk became their manager. Warner shelled out $2 million to sign them. (Two mil, for a joke-metal band!)

They were so over-the-top. I mean, “Landing Strip Blues”? And that song about making love to an amputee, “Hella-Prosthetica” – it was funny the first few times. They opened for Mötley Crüe, then, poof, Spin crucified them and said they were a bunch of racists. The label, predictably, went nuts, recalled the album and cut out some of the dicey stuff.

The big news is that the Blood Orphans are back together. They just came through town and not a single blog covered it. Then again, the best show the Blood Orphans could get was a golf shop in Santa Monica. A couple days after that, the lead singer broke his leg playing a gig at the Twisted Vine Wine Bar in San Luis Obispo.

None of this ringing a bell?

Read the rest in the LA Weekly …