Melody Maker October 13, 1990
"My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult --
Tabooed Love Boys"
by the Stud Brothers
transcribed by rorschach without permission
"YOU SHOULDN'T TAKE US TOO SERIOUSLY, MAN. WE'RE JUST A RED HOT
CABERET from Hell."
The red hot cabaret from Hell are sitting in Frankie's flat, smoking
opium. Behind them stands a large wooden altar ripped from the ruins of
a deconstructed church. On it sits the most comprehensive collection of
kitsch Catholic memorabilia this side of the Vatican. madonnas and saints
glow and flash blasphemously in the background. A clockwork crusified Christ,
with tiny red light-bulbs for eyes, writhes in a robotic simile of agony
and mutters, "Forgive them Father, forgive them for they know not what
they do". My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult have been getting themselves
into quite a lot of trouble recently. The PMRC, those blue-rinsed old bids
who've appointed themselves America's moral guardians, are saying that
the group are practicing Satanists and perverts who promote the use of
drugs. And what makes all this worse in the eyes of the PMRC is that Frankie,
their supersonically camp lead singer, and Marsden and Thomas, the two
rubber and leather fetishists who operate the samplers, spend a great deal
of time hanging around Chicago's Trax Studios with the biggest Revolting
Cock of them all, Al Jourgensen.
Support from America's fanzines was fast coming. In a letter to Jim
Nash, president of Wax Trax Records, Scott Munroe, the editor of Chairs
Missing, wrote: "I hate dance-club music! The overtly homosexual tone and
atmosphere of (these records) gives me an upset stomach. I prefer placing
my blood-engorged penis inside a women's/girl's mouth or vagina and not
another man's buttocks. I hope this won't affect (our) relationship". Gee,
EVERYONE hates the Thrill Kill Kult except Chicago's record buyers
who snapped up their latest single, "Daisy Chain for Satan", with such
speed that Wax Trax actually had difficulty restocking the shops.
Frankie, who Tom Sheehan describes on first sight as "a born fucking
star", is entirely unfazed. The opium might be helping.
"I don't believe music should have a point," he drawls, sounding like
Jack Nicholson on helium. "Music should just freak you out. The whole idea
of artistic responsibility is just completely bogus. We're not not trying
to sell ourselves to everybody. We're already on the PMRC hit-list as a
band to watch out for, so what do we care?"
"They're trying to get groups to put stickers on sleeves," says Marsden.
"We'll do that, we'll put a sticker that says we promote the use of drugs,
murder, homosexuality. That's fine by us, we'll be the first to put it
on. People say it's censorship but it ain't censorship to say what your
record's about. If someone wants to put a sticker on our sleeves I say
'Okay have your goddamn sticker'. I don't care. If it makes you a little
A RECENT rendezvous with a rival publication left the interviewer
so incensed that he stormed out. The interviewer, having spent 90 minutes
trying to discover whether the Thrill Kill Kult and Frankie in particular
were in any way burdened by civilized values, morality, conscience etc
and finding out that on the whole they probably weren't, was eventually
reduced to asking them what they thought of the Holocaust. Frankie and
the rest said sorry but frankly they didn't give a damn. The interviewer,
apoplectic with fury, declared that if the Thrill Kill Kult represented
American youth then America was, as he'd always suspected, morally bankrupt.
To this Frankie responded, "You think we're bad, man. Most kids on the
street probably don't know what the Holocaust is. They probably think it's
a comet or something. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's Zyklon B shower
unit! Holocaust's Comet!"
One wonders, since almost everything Frankie says inflames passions
of someone or other, how balanced he is.
"Sometimes," he hisses, "half the time I think 'Gosh you are sooo together.'
That's when I really want out, when I have to sit down and smoke a little.
And the other half of the time I think it's like 'AAAAGH!' See, I get these
thoughts and feelings during the day and sometimes I express them all at
once. That's when it gets a little crazy. But it's about half and half,
so I guess that's balanced, right?
WE asked frankly for an example of craziness other than sitting
beneath an alter that looks like a fairground, smoking opium with boys
who look like renegades from "Cruising". Frankie squeezes our thighs and
offers to take us out later. WE accept. But that's another story.
Frankie, Marsden, and Thomas are so much like they sound. Beguilingly
sweet (Thrill Kill Kult have a marvelous melody"), they literally bubble
with sugar-coated Sadean impulses. Excessive to the point where you think
they'll barely last out the interview let alone the year, the Thrill Kill
Kult makes Chicago's finest beat-oriented Eurotrash. Perpetually high on
something, Frankie usually on himself, they describe their music as "the
real Acid house".
Threateningly, violent camp, Frankie and the boys are a homophobe's
worst nightmare. As you might have gathered from Scott Munroe's reaction,
just listening to them can turn some people's gut. the thrill Kill Kult
are subversive because they'll subject themselves and you to any single
whim. In this sense they are both anarchist and fascist.
So what about sex Frankie?
"As much as possible and as detached as possible. Love I save for the
Truly a red hot cabaret from Hell. Coming your way.
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