We fill the Earth with soulless cities and pollute ourselves with mindless music, and the erosion of our personalities feeds into the abyss of modern materialism. (Grady Hendrix / myself)
Suicide, sex, mass murder, drugs and alcohol are just some of the baleful elements ejaculating from the fame starved heart of Terry Hunt, the former singer of the heavy metal band, Durt Wurk.
"We Sold Our Souls," written by Grady Hendrix in 2018 was a book bequeathed to me from my sister Linda, and it didn't disappoint. Hendrix has a catchy writing style with solid story telling. It was like watching a movie as I read.
In my dark place where blood churns, pain burns, iron rain falling on the bodies of the slain trapped inside a coffin of my pain. (Grady Hendrix, 2018)
The band Durt Wurk got its name from their lead singer, Terry Hunt's weird uncle Mark who is a grave digger. and yes, uncle Mark is referred to as "weird uncle Mark" in "We Sold Our Souls," which still summons laughter to myself.
The story is gripping, and not just some predicable tale of young musicians who start out as a basement band, and then sell their infinite souls to the Dark Lord of the universe for fame and fortune. Tinges of Devil worship exists in "We Sold Our Souls," but it's very brief.
Kris Pulaski, while still in high school is the driving force of Durt Wurk, she sings, plays guitar and writes the bulk of their music. Terry is the one who sells his soul, and rids himself of all the other band members, including Kris, and seizes credit for all of the music and lyrics she wrote via vicious loopholes in the legal system and powers without form. Terry thus becomes the lead singer for Blind King, and later, Koffin, which rockets to fame, while Kris and her other band mates get caught in the ticking time clocks of works gilded cage.
Without giving away too much, supernatural powers are granted to Terry, and he's able to get into the head of Scottie, a former Durt Wurk band mate. Scottie kills his wife and their two children and then himself because of nefarious forces Terry is able to awaken and insert into the core of Scotties mind.
JD Davis, former Drummer for Durt Wurk and Kris decide to combat Terry, and head to Las Vegas, where Terry's band, Koffin is the head lining act, even over the mighty real band, Slayer. JD and Kris rid themselves of their cell phones and are forced to take back roads to Vegas as they travel in JD's van in order to avoid invisible evil forces Terry is in tune with.
Before teaming up with JD, Kris is forced to trek through a heinous cave in the heart of Black Iron Mountain, and the globalist elite mind control assassins. To save tens of thousands of lives, if not billions, Kris must make her way through a cave in which the ground is a seething surface of black bugs, jagged rocks and she's knee deep in bat feces.
Tens of thousands of concert goers at the Vegas Koffin show are willingly attending their own slaughter without even knowing, and it's up to Kris and JD to save their souls. Yes, this seems cheesy to me as I'm writing the plot summary, but Hendrix has many surprises, and a very unpredictable outcome with some tense moments.
Four stars easy for the book, "We Sold Our Souls."
Mark Izzy Schurr
