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Life Sex & Death

This week: the singer may have slept behind dumpsters, but Silent Majority is one of the greatest forgotten albums of the 90s

“I made a telephone call to Jesus.” - Telephone Call

I'm aware that 1992 was a couple years after the flash metal explosion finally faded into the ether, but there were a few late-game stragglers worthy of mention. This band is most assuredly one of them.

Life Sex and Death (or LSD, if you’re late for a train) might just be the greatest forgotten rock and roll band of the 90s. No joke. Besides a few b-sides, this album was all they ever released before imploding from the career-wrecking hijinks of their singer, Stanley (just Stanley). Stan, you see, had a gimmick, and a mythological back-story, that he ended up living up to just a little too well. The idea was that LSD was an up n’ coming LA flash metal band (via Chicago, but still, that much was true) in need of a lead singer, and this homeless wreck, Stanley, wandered into the space one day, looking for booze, or empty bottles, or something. The rest is fuzzy rock and roll history.

In reality, Stan was Chris Stann, Chicago glam-rocker and former bandmate of LSD guitarist Alex Kane. But even that fact was laced with wild speculation – Midwest locals swore Stann was not just an average work-a-day spandex abuser, but a spectacularly wealthy trust-funder who adopted the bum shtick as a sort of penance for living a life of luxury. Either way, Stan's act was all a ruse, at least in the beginning. 

But by the time LSD was gaining some ground in the global rock wars, with radio and video airplay, Stanley really was living the homeless lifestyle. He wore dirty clothes, he never bathed, he had lice, and during interviews, he would babble, shriek, and cower in the corner. He would wander into the crowd and blank out for minutes at a time during shows, and preferred sleeping behind venue dumpsters to napping on the tour bus. And here's the thing: I don't have any hard numbers, but word on the street was, Warner/Reprise paid crazy money to sign these dudes. Like, an insane seven-figure sum. For a band with a lead singer who eats garbage. I mean, hallelujah rock n' roll, right?

Of course, it didn't work, how could it? But holy smokes, did these maniacs manage to squeeze out one helluva record before they imploded. LSD’s sound is hard to explain. It’s arena rock, for sure, liberally splattered with all sorts of incidental weirdness, and driven by the forceful metal guitar heroism of Kane. Besides looking, and smelling, like an absolute freak, Stanley’s vocals are equally confounding — he really does sound like a ranting madman most of the time, albeit a madman with the pipes of a dive-bombing rock'n'roll star and a degree in comparative literature. Silent Majority looks like a protest record, with it’s stark sepia-toned cover of topless chick with an American flag blindfold, and the lyrics are printed out like anarchy propaganda, but this is much more a fluid collection of unconnected songs than a theme record. Unless the theme is “Nervous breakdowns at wall-shaking volume”, of course. In that case, it’s a detailed blueprint. 

For a (vaguely) metal band on a major label, it took a fair degree of big brass balls for LSD to open their album with a live ballad, as they do here, with Blue Velvet Moon. Over what sounds like a strumming banjo, Stan drunkenly warbles his melancholy love song before launching into a ragged, phlegmy plea: “Come run away with me”, he begs, “Escape the pain with me.” Then Rian Horak’s drums come in, pounding the ballad to pieces, as the guitars rev up like an outlaw biker gang and all hell breaks loose. We’re Here Now is the real opener, you see, a full-on fist raising, head banging Super Anthem. “Together, we’ll burn the world!” Stanley screeches like snake-bitten hell-preacher, as the song explodes in feedback and crashing guitars, and you can’t help but to believe that we really could, if we wanted to. 

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