A really awful 90s nü
metal band that used to have 2 ex bloodhound gang members in it but couldn’t make up for their awful
music made in the basement of the suave DLL’s parent’s
house (where he still lived when Something Wicked… came out) despite trying every gimmicky
trick in the book. Porn stars and naked chicks. 600 lb DJs (their only decent member) necrophelia lyrics (see “Death Becomes Her” with its lyrics “one man’s trash is another mans treasure”), trying to get on Howard Stern, and a rotating cast of 20some bit players that make them look like the Menudo of Norristown.
“You wanna go see Wolfpac
play at the skatepark next week?”
“Is that the “like they do on the discovery channel
band?”
“No. Well,
almost.”
“Almost. Well, no.”