The Skulls
part 1
It doesn't matter what year it was...what mattered was the rotting stink of war. New York was under siege. A musical revolution was taking place in every God forsaken sh*thole across the entire city. A select few were tired of all that hippy-diddley-doo and all that guitar-God monkey business so they took it upon themselves to resuscitate Rock and Roll. A few cats and kittens were making some plow-through, but it was difficult to keep it real. There were a lot of tribes that fueled this revolution. The Velvet Underground, Timmi and the Sidewinders,and The New York Dolls all had a dirty-little finger stuck up there. The Fearless three, The Ramones, The Talking Heads and Blondie kept fueling this fire. But one band stood out among the rest as bloody-fisted warlords hell-bent on winning this war...The Skulls.
Here were 5 guys taking their lives to the far extreme. The glamour of The Skulls it seemed was much more important than their sound. The boys all were scantily clad in patent-leather, chains, plastic wrap and fishnets...complimenting the cheap Halloween skull masks they hid their faces with. There are no documented pictures of what these guys looked like under their masks. Since nobody knew who they really were, The Skulls seemingly had not a care in the world. They pissed and sucked, shot up and f*cked their way into all the scenester's hearts.
