A Terrible Rage
:: Christopher Rage - Hot Rocker ::
:: Christopher Rage - Freddie Pig ::
There's good music. There's bad music. There's music that makes you wonder why someone went to the trouble to make it. I couldn't tell you what Christopher Rage's intentions were; whether he set out to make fun of music by making music, (sort of like how when I dance, I am not dancing but actually mocking the art form of dance,) or whether he's extremely earnest and even more clueless. Either way, this stuff is terrible, and I am only putting up here for you to laugh at. You might already be laughing if you are familiar with gay porn, because my Googly searches taught me that the name Christopher Rage is also the nom-de-nasty of one of its many fine actors.
This whole thing might be a joke by one Carter Cathcart, who gets production, arranging and instrumental credits for the whole album, but you wonder why he'd bother to credit a fake artist for the singing and songwriting. Then again, you have to wonder why Garth Brooks invented Goth Brooks -- I mean, Chris Gaines. If there is a conspiracy, the internets won't confirm it -- I can't get any search results using Carter's name and "rage." If it's not a joke, then I guess there's someone out there weirder and with less range than Gary Wilson.
The first song here is called something no song should ever be called, "Hot Rocker." Because I am kinder and have more sense than Christoper Rage, (the singer, not the gay porn star, who for all I know could be the Mother Teresa of ball-swingers), I have edited this in half. The second song is foul, and included here because of the phrase "porcine snatch." If you are a fan of electronic animal sound effects, you will find some joy here. I know this is a hell of a thing to lay on you on a Monday, so forgive me.