They say that confession is good for the soul. So full
disclosure up front; My first “professional” job was working for a concert
promotion company, later I worked as a disc jockey and a music reviewer for a
major newspaper, which afforded me access to tons of music, concerts and interviews.
I am a huge music fan and I thought I was pretty hip.
When I tore open the package containing Death Punch’d – Surviving Five Finger Death
Punch’s Metal Mayhem, by Death Punch drummer Jeremy Spencer, while I had a
vague recollection of the band’s name, I had to admit I had never heard
anything by the band. Damn…I’m getting old. They natural starting place was the
web and after a few keystrokes I was letting the Death Punch cover of Bad Company rip at full volume.
Satisfied by the stream, I delved into Spencer tale
which weaves his life as a Midwestern youth and his career as a hard rock
drummer. While love rock bios, I found myself gravitating to his experiences
dealing with the band, life on the road and new found fame. Based on his
description of events in the and the fact that her often calls himself worse
things, I don’t feel bad saying that Spencer was more often than not, a prize
winning a-hole.
Spencer hits loads of familiar notes with his tales of
excess detailing plenty of drinkin’, dopin’, and a veritable Petrie dish of
shared DNA and assorted fluids. I am always amazed at the level of clarity, a
20/20 hindsight, that celebrities manage to bring to their descriptions of
their descent into addiction and the devastation it inevitably leads to.
Spencer does let you down on that front describing in sometimes gag reflex
inducing detail his endless pursuit of a buzz.
The one thing that
separates Spencer from the rest of the rock bio pack is that he seems to be in
on the joke; he injects a twisted sense of humor into the storyline and isn’t
afraid to make himself the butt of the joke.
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