Part Concert Film, Part Documentary, All Rock N' Roll
Los Angeles at the dawn of a new millennium: an over-populated urban sprawl of unending strip malls held together by clogged highways of road-raged drivers and capped off with dirty brown, smog-filled skies.Deal with the boss, deal with the man, the cops, the landlord, and the endless succession of jerk-offs as best you can.One surefire release for the pent-up beast is the music.Man, the music!
Here in the city of fallen angels is a network of nightclubs and crazed rock bands waving the flag of independence with a fierce determination.Their fans flock to these underground dens to take part in a ritual of letting go and having fun, as the bands hold a battered guitar in one fist and raise the other in a one-fingered salute.
The performances and interviews captured within - by the likes of The Hangmen, The Superbees, The Streetwalkin' Cheetahs, the irrepressible Texas Terri, and many others will take you to a Tinseltown few are privy to.We just call it Badsville.- S.L. Duff