The band formed
over a decade ago, when guitarist Rich Millman, bassist Karl Horne, and drummer
Andy Duvall started kickin' out the jams at the University of Delaware. Even
in the early days, their distillation of the MC5, the Jimi Hendrix Experience,
Led Zeppelin, and other 70's rock gods was gorgeously heavy and potent and
full of swagger. When Marcus approached the band and said he could sing Hendrix's
"Voodoo Child," Rich "wet his pants" and Zen Guerrilla was born.
over ad nauseum "It's all about the rhythm section." Andy whips up a frenetic performance that is so brilliant it verges on autism. Goddamn, I can't help but do the hip shake!! Not with bassist Karl grinning serenely alongside him, pumpin' out the funk, then the roll, then the rock.
And topping it
all off, the whipped cream and the cherry, is the staggering, howling, karate-kicking
crooner Marcus Durant, all 6'8 of him on vocals, harmonica, and two-stringed
time I saw Zen Guerrilla, I got masturbated while I was dancing for nearly
half the show. I was alright with it for a while, as long as it wasn't a
the music, but then I realized that my date had one hand on his beer and another
hand on a cigarette. Who was heavy petting me? It wasn't hard to find out.
I grabbed the hand that was massaging my crotch, followed the hand to the
dude, and clocked him. This set off a charming miniature brawl (I love fights!),
and won me an introduction to drummer boy Andy, who asked if I was alright
and gave me a couple beers. I've been their most righteous fan ever since.
given the chance, I will force them on the world cuz to me, Zen Guerrilla
represent no less than the reincarnation of all that is holy and good....all
that, in a word, ROCKS.
Now Zen Guerrilla
are masters of the weird science that is rock'n'roll. Their stage shows are
second-to-none and are so fuckin' loud that I've wondered whether it was me
or the sonic insanity that was responsible for moving my hips, rockin' me
like a hurricane. Rich churns out tortured, bluesy riffs on his hollow-bodied
guitar and monstrous Marshall amp. His leads squeal, howl, growl, and pulsate
with as much carnal energy as the best naked girls can muster, while he staggers
about the stage like someone possessed by the Holy Spirit in some southern
Baptist Rock of Ages church. The first time I witnessed this frenzy, I thought,
"Now this is the biggest junkie I've ever seen." Turns out Rich is just shy!
And gorgeous with a dimple and smiling eyes. He just happens to be
peculiarly gifted is all.
As for Karl and
Andy, it was they who got Viva Las Vegas repeating over and
These guys are
lady-killers, beer-spillers, void-fillers....the most destructive weapon in
God-Bless-America's arsenal in recent memory. Zen Guerrilla's got more passion
than a nuclear war and that, in a nutshell, is why I like 'em so well. So
here it is, ladies, world's sexiest (and tallest!) rock band on a platter
for you to enjoy.
VIVA: Zen Guerrilla
is my favorite band in the world. Do you think you deserve this honor?
Marcus: We deserve
Andy: Well, why
are we your favorite band?
VIVA: CUZ! You
make my panties wet!