Angol
The cartoon cigarette on the bill board outside my window is speaking to me. Sigmund laughs at my cries and tells me that I know what must be done... And he's right - Murder City is full of black hearts and blacker lungs So I'll claim them and I'll cleanse them... they look better on me. By night I stalk the streets, my saw spinning hot and hungry I am the RIBSPREADER.
Dick Dale's directorial debut explodes off the screen and onto the page to violate your senses in a whole new medium. Not content with international screenings, an Umbrella Entertainment Blu-ray, and widespread streaming ,three of Adelaide's most shameful talents now defile literature itself with this bastardised novel of the film and the splat-tastic shooting script, garnishing these gruesome gizzards with a bonus short story, a selection of sordid photographs and concept art, and a foreword by Troma' s Lloyd Kaufman. They ought to be ashamed of themselves - and so should you... but read the book first so you have a bloody good reason.
