Beach Blanket Bedlam! by Vampire Beach Babes

VBB was also tapped by Troma Entertainment - the studio that produces trash classics like The Toxic Avenger, Sgt. Kabukiman, NYPD and Fat Guy Goes Nutzoid- to write and perform the theme song for the forth-coming Troma epic, Tales From The Crapper. .... sounds like the B-52s crossed with The Cramps. - Canadian Music Network

A Curious marriage of Goth, surf-punk, rockabilly leather, PVC and sunscreen...these weirdoes throwin' a beach party that would leave Frankie and Annette buried in the sand....Twisted and comical but not just a shtick, these babes have talent and a sense of humor, making this a perfect way to celebrate summer and still maintain your gothic ennui.

-Coreen Woianski -Exclaim!

ON BARON MARCUS

"How can a vampire so ancient and powerful be so daft - it's just embarrassing!"

-Lord Emperor of the Vampire Nation

Foppish and aristocratic, Baron Marcus loves to indulge in the fineries of decadent bygone eras. A vampire who is ancient beyond calculation, he appears not to use any powers bestowed upon him except for his very un-vampire-like fondness for sunshine - which he flaunts while tanning on the beach. Baron Marcus has a deep love and respect for human kind and is dedicated to the simple desire for everyone (vampire and human) to get along and have a good time. Of course, his innocent optimism is in great contrast to the dark intrigues that surround the adventures of the VBB.

"I have no idea what the hell he is boss - he, he's like a bloody daywalker on Prozac!!!"

- High Order Sabbat operative

A legend has it that Baron Marcus originated from some Acadian plane of existence called 'Beach One' and his adventures are his journey in a quest to return home. Whatever the truth behind this ancient quirky and benevolent creature, he seems primarily occupied with everyone having a good time.

ON THE DEVILMAN

 The Devilman himself was forced into becoming a member of the Vampire Beach Babes when he unwittingly tried to steal the bands immortal souls in a drag-race down at Hot Rod Beach. Of course, he was not aware that Baron Marcus (who was driving the band hearse that day) had 'horseshoes up his ass' (a condition that results in extraordinarily good luck - despite the discomfort)...

Thisdevil ruled the beach

The undisputed king

He put the pedal to the metal

For just one thing

'The first to cross the line'

That's your only goal

You better not loose the race

Or you loose your soul

Down at Hot Rod Beach...

That devil took off like lightning

We rolled backward like a rock

We hadn't even started

And the devil was half way 'round the block

The Baron says to the band

Don't worry about our hearse

We've already crossed the finish line

'twas accidentally in reverse...

So,the impossible happened, and this Devilman they call 'Trouble' lost the drag race resulting in his being bound to the VBB in eternal service.

"With this devil bound to service

I bet we might go far

I bet that this there devil

Plays one hell of a guitar"

So a torture far worse than any hell befell this poor devil. The best he can do is cringe and groan when Baron Marcus and Boa play patty-cake...yet again.

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