Surely this one has to be worth a listen for the band’s name alone? Sleazegrinder talks you through the merits of the fantastically monikered, Thunderdikk! Click here for previous Tracks Of The Day.

So, sometimes bands send me t-shirts. It’s one of the perks of the job. T-shirts and backstage passes. It almost makes up for the crippling poverty. Anyway, I’ve received three of them so far this year. One’s from Zodiac Killer Records. It’s got a picture of the Zodiac Killer on the front. He killed a bunch of people in the early 70’s. The second is from Steroid Freak Pussy, a Zodiac Mindwarp-esque sleaze metal band from Leeds. The third, as you may have guessed, says Thunderdikk on it. Where am I supposed to wear these things? Weddings? Funerals? Jury duty?

So yeah, Thunderdikk. They’re from Hollywood, and they play crotch-stuffing headband metal. If you’re thinking Steel Panther or Bang Camaro – or Spinal Tap, or even Motley Crue – you’re right about all of it. Quite simply, they are Boner Gods from Planet 1987.

It is fruitless to explain their backstory, because it’s jam-packed with mythology. The only true statement I can confirm is that at least two of ‘em were in Devo for awhile. Devo! Otherwise, it’s all sex-with-chicks-in-coffins and briefcases of coke and 3AM flights to Greenland. The usual, really.  For example, let’s ask frontman Dikk Thunder what a typical Thunderdikk fan is like.

“Awhile back I got a letter from an inmate at a women’s penitentiary,” he tells me.

“She had seen us play a few times before she got thrown in, and she wanted to know if there was anyway we could play a show in the pen for the ladies there.  She promised it would be a night to remember. I did recall her from the picture she sent, because she had a Siberian tiger tattooed across her back with the claws digging into both butt cheeks.  The last time I had seen that tattoo I had her bent over behind a dumpster on Sunset. Well, apparently she was not the woman of high standards that I initially had taken her for because she ended up getting thrown in the clink for assaulting a police officer with a broken beer bottle.”

Mr. Thunder pauses dramatically. There’s a clinking sound in the background. Ice cubes, most likely. Perhaps handcuffs.
“I do like my women wild. Perhaps we will play that show in the pen after all.”

Thunderdikk is in the studio as we speak, crafting their first album (tentative title: Rock Out With Your Dikk Out), and they have graciously offered up one of the tracks, Nightfire, to CR readers.
“Nightfire is about undeniable sexuality and power,” says Thunder.

“The feeling that every woman in the room wants to fuck you when you walk through a crowd.  Those nights when the air around you is electric with sexual tension because you are unstoppable. Raw, unchecked desire, so explosive that it could combust at any moment and the air itself could catch fire.”

What more could possibly be said? Here’s Nightfire, courtesy the band.

Enjoy, and if you like what you hear, head over to their Myspace page:  www.myspace.com/thunderdikk

If you’re lucky, and you’ve got something good to offer ‘em, you might even be able to score one of their tasteful t-shirts.

Sleazegrinder

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