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“GG Allin is an Entertainer with a Message to a Sick Society. He makes Us look at it for What We Really Are. The Human is just Another Animal who is Able to Speak Out Freely, to Express Himself Clearly. Make No Mistake about it, Behind what He does is a Brain.”
-John Wayne Gacy-
Thanks for Reading/Watching,
Brought to You By Les Sober
This post is to address the fun fact that through all my manic musical tastes that there has never been a single mention of the band The Mentors, and thats because they’re not a band their actually a fucking joke.
The Mentors are the equivalent of a group of High School Freshmen Boys lingering around a Basement deliberately trying to write the most shocking lyrics purely for shock’s sake (unlike GG Allin who was fucked up yes, but he had a message and a mission behind his violent and obscene music)
And like a bunch of puberty ridden teenage boys The Mentors only have one subject matter when it comes to their music and its simply Sex. They’re Rock’s answer to 2 Live Crew (who also faded away fast because no one wants to hear numerous albums that solely relied on sexually explicit and often laughable lyrics over shitty beats)
The Mentors are best described as if the World’s shittiest GG Allin Impersonator, and the World’s shittiest Gwar cover band took an insane amount of LSD, Banged Each other , and collectively gave birth a severely mentally disabled child known as The Mentors.
The biggest failure of The Mentors (other than being sub par musicians and crappy lyricists) is in their DESPERATE ATTEMPTS to try and Shock People, and make them think shit like “Oh My God! Who is this disgusting band obsessed with Sex?!”
To sum up The Mentors failure the bottom line is just one word: OVERKILL.
The Mentors employed several cliche gimmicks to achieve their goal of Shocking the Audience and Revolting Society such as :
The Mentors became a self proclaimed Porno Rock Band (Punk mixed with some Heavy Metal)
To help back up their Porn Rock Creation The Mentors Drummer (there were a few) would plaster his entire Drum Kit with Pictures of Naked Chicks cut out of Porn Magazines.
The Mentors Song Titles are as absurdly immature as their laughable lyrics with Song Titles like:
Secretary Hump, Shocked and Grossed, On The Rag, My Erection Is Over, White Trash Woman, Service Me Or Be Smacked, Kings Of Sleaze, Donkey Dick, Clap Queen, Herpes Two, In And Out Of You, Couch Test Casting, Heterosexuals Have The Right To Rock, and Wine You, Dine You, Sixty Nine You.
At some point in the early 1990’s The Mentors rebranded their self proclaimed Porn Rock musical style to Rape Rock. This was simply cheap schtick used to ramp up the offensive factor in the most obvious and cliche manner.
The Mentors adopted Stage Names as moronically immature as their shitty music and here they are:
Original Line up was: Eric Carlson ( Sickie Wifebeater) on guitar, Steve Broy ( Dr. Heathen Scum) on bass, and Eldon Hoke ( El Duce) on drums and Vocals.
Due to his severe and chronic alcoholism Hoke eventually couldn’t play drums and sing at the same time so he ended sole as Singer. Hoke died in 1997 walking intoxicated along some train tracks.
The Current Lame Line Up is still Carlson and Broy along with Rick Lomas (Insect On Acid) who joined in 2014 as Background Vocals. There is also Cousin Fister (real name not given) on guitar, John Christopher ( El Chapo) joined as drummer in 2014, and lastly Don Nutz ( The Italian Stallion) who joined in 2015 as drummer for European Tours as well as Long U.S. Tours.
Past Members Include: Zippy on bass 1988-1989, Clark Savage ( Mossedick) on drums from 1991-2008), Sickie Jr on rhythm guitar, El Rapo on vocals (2001-2005), Marc D (Mad Dog Duce) on vocals (2005-2014) and on drums from 2008 to 2014, Chris Jacobson ( Jack Shit) on bass in 1980; died 2011, Mike Dewey (Heathen Scum Wezda) on bass 19080-1987, and Ed Danky (Poppa Sneaky Spermshooter ) on bass 1986-1987; died 1990.
The band is better known for their off stage antics than any fucking shit song they wrote. The 3 most know things/incidents The Mentors are actually known for (not their toilet rock)
Number 1 : No one even had a single goddamn clue who The Mentors were until 1985 (which was 9 fucking years after the forming of The Mentors) In 1985 there were Congressional hearings run by Tipper Gore’s Parents Music Resource Center (PMRC). The PMRC’s attention had been caught by an extremely obscure Mentor’s song called “Golden Shower”.
The lyrics for “Golden Shower” ended having excerpts of it being read on the Congressional floor where they were received not by shocked gasps, BUT rather by Outbreaks of Uncontrollable Laughter.
One of the Excerpts from The Mentor’s song “Golden Shower” is as follows
“Bend up and smell my anal vapor,
Your face is my toilet paper…..
Our relationship I don’t want to spoil it,
You are my personal toilet……
It’s getting near the hour,
On your face I leave a shit tower,
Shit Tower, prune skin power,
Smelling’ sour, it’s the Shit Tower,
Golden Showers”
Number Two: The Mentors were featured on Jerry Springer in the early 1990’s (the heyday of daytime talk shows when they ruled the airwaves) as part of an episode on Shock Rock Acts.
While interviewed the band members did everything in their fucking power to offend, insult, or yes shock the studio audience. They claimed to own professional Gimps, Actual Sex Slaves, are pro Drugs, Pro Unsafe Sex, embrace STDS as badges of honor, humiliate and abuse their fans, and see nothing wrong with raping everyone in the entire world or some stupid shit like that.
The Controversy from their appearance on Jerry Springer garnered The Mentors some well needed attention.
I must remind the reader that The Mentors got a bit of notoriety from the bullshit they spewed on show, NOT THEIR MUSIC.
NUMBER THREE: AND NOTABLY THE THING THE MENTORS ARE KNOW FOR had nothing to do with the Band or their crappy music. The Mentors lead singer (Hoke had stopped playing drums as well as singing due to his raging alcoholism) was in a 1997 Documentary Film about the death of Nirvana Lead Singer Kurt Cobain called ‘Kurt and Courtney”
The Film dealt with Kurt Cobain’s unfortunate suicide. Many fans believed that the singers death wasn’t a suicide at all, but a homicide staged to look like one. Also many people believed not only was it murder they believed it was a murder for hire where the killer was contracted by no other than Kurt’s wife Courtney Love.
NOW this is were Hoke comes into the story. Hoke had repeatedly made the claim that Courtney Love offered him $25,000 to kill Kurt. The amount changed a bit over time and telling to $50,000 for the murder.
Hoke again made the claim of Love offering him cash to kill her husband Kurt Cobain on camera in the Documentary. Shortly after the filming Hoke was died while walking intoxicated on train tracks where he was hit and killed by a Freight Train.
I’m sure you can see where this going, but for shits and giggles most Mentor fans believe Hoke was murdered. Hoke’s death was officially ruled alternately an Accident and a Suicide by the authorities.
Yet most fans assume Hoke himself was murdered by someone hired by Courtney Love to shut Hoke up once and for all thus feeding into the conspiracy theory within a conspiracy theory. AGAIN THIS HAD NOTHING TO DUE WITH THE BAND’S MUSIC.
I will end this piece with proof that I adhere to the belief that one must give credit where credit is due. I have to give credit here the ONE thing The Mentors did/do thats not dumb as fuck is their idea/concept of wearing Medieval Executioner Masks, thats kind of dope.
All is All though The Mentors are still a Lame Ass Joke.
Thanks for Reading,
Les Sober 
By now I think its safe to assume readers might have picked up on my fondness for Unconventional and Unorthodox Bands/Artists.
Some of those said Bands/Artists are:
GG Allin (Who was backed by numerous Bands and in various Bands)
Anul Cunt (Abbreviated AxCx)
Fuck The Facts
The Murder Junkies (The last Band to back GG Allin, BUT they are and always were their own separate entity)
Fuck I’m Dead (Previously Fuck…I’m Dead)
Now a couple of readers have asked if it was a mistake or an oversight that the band The Mentors are not listed, and IT’S NOT. I most definitely left them OFF THE LIST. I digress as the reason I left The Mentors of said list will be an upcoming post.
It has come to My attention that the only one who’s ever been acknowledged here at f-yourblog is GG Allin (Sometimes Pictures with Members or all of The Murder Junkies)
AND SO…..
I have decided the next Band Worthy of Mention is the Heavy Metal Punk Trio from Detroit Michigan.
AND NOW Ladies & Gentlemen I give you None Other than…..
(Which is no real surprise as I’ve peppered posts with Pictures featuring Shitfucker for quite some time now, and honestly thats why their the next to get their own post.)
I picked songs of Shitfucker’s Album “Suck Cocks In Hell” to Showcase Their Lyrical Style..
The 3 songs I picked are:
“Go To Hell”, “Smash Your Skull (Against The Wall)”, and “Demonic Rock”
Enjoy.
“Go To Hell” by Shitfucker:
It’s never too hot for Leather
Unless its too fucking hot
Trapped in the eyes of thy Neighbor
Infernal Mother of Death
She chokes on the smoke of our unholy tokes
Through the hole in her throat
She stares through my window
and stands on my lawn
You can’t understand her
because she speaks in daemonic tongues
Trapped in a glance with the Living Corpse
That lives Next Door
Chorus: Go to Hell, Go to Hell, Go To Hell, Hell, Hell
Play it loud, Play on Ten
Play it so you wake The Dead
I have awakened the Mother of the Reaper
Who has unleashed the Darkness Fever
Through my brain, down the drain
to The Pits with No Name
Where the most rotten pieces of shit
Finally go Insane…Go to Hell
-Chorus-
Uoy Lorthoc I, Me Lortnoc T’Nod Uoy*
(*And I have not a clue wtf that means so don’t bother to ask.)
“Smash Your Skull (Against The Wall)” by Shitfucker:
Masturbate upon the Alter
Unto Sigil Baphomet
Take my cum and energy
to Crush my Enemies
Putrefy the Putrid
The Filth and Walking Shit
Leave them Dead
And Rotting in the Earth
I want to cut and rip my sjin
And watch the blood start to begin
to drip into the cup from which I sip
Imagine your Death and I start to trip
Chorus: Smash Your Skull Against
Smash Your Skull Against The Wall
I collect the pieces of your skull
and scrape the brains right off the bone
I pack them deep into my bowl
Inhale and Reap your fucking Soul
Trample the weak under our chariots of steel
Crush thy Enemy with the Spirit of Metal
Bash the Bastards with the butt end of your sword
Leave him to rot in the humiliation of Himself
I throw this Curse with No Remorse
To the Death of my Enemies I shall rejoice
Smash your skull against the wall
Turn into a Spider
Away I Crawl
-Chorus-
“Demonic Rock” by Shitfucker:
Going to the Show to play out of control daemonic Rock’n Roll
All I need is a Bag of Weed and some Acid please
But we ain’t got no money ain’t got no ride out
But when we arrive it will be time to get
WASTED DAEMONIC ROCK
WASTED THE LAST ONES UP
It swirls magnificently I have held court with The Acid King
I have met The Rainbow Wizard and The Dark Lady
Messaged my bones
Daemonic Rock suck my cock
Detroit Metal Punks we do not give a fuck
Roll up we pull up all of us show up and the Natives throw up
Baldy says no he says we got to go we had to sleep in the Forrest
Fuck your pretty Town we will burn this City down
When we get back to the Wasteland it will be time to get
WASTED DAEMONIC ROCK
WASTED THE LAST DROP
I have seen the Light and its out of Sight
Do you know what its like to be dead it feels Alright!
They are whispering to me Deadly Visions flash constantly
Body Parts scattered amongst my room
Make good decorations for Halloween
Daemonic Rock suck my cock
Detroit Metal Punks We do Not give a Fuck
Fuck You you bet your Motherfucking Ass.
So thats all for now Kiddies.
STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT WHY THE MENTORS SUCK ASTRONOMICAL ASS Coming Up Next Here on f-yourblog
Orchestrated by Les Sober 
As some Readers are aware I did a pictorial piece on the Chaotic Life & Infamous Carrier of Underground Hardcore Punk Singer GG Allin. After it posted additional pictures of GG Allin slowly started to trickle in from other Fans. I have already posted a second set of Reader Sent Pictures that was rather lame and uncreative.
This time around I’m going to intertwine the NEW GG ALLIN Pictures with a Song by The Meatmen (who knew GG Personally) I had forgotten about years ago. The Song is a miniature Biographical Tribute, and manages to encompass the entire Life & Career of GG Allin in a nasty little Nutshell.
“Rock’n Roll Enema” By The Meatmen:
For Jesus Christ to set the bar,
To be the Ultimate Scumfuck Superstar,
Left a Big Skid Mark on our Souls!
Called Yourself the Highest Power,
Loved to take a Golden Shower,
Stuck His tiny Dick into our Buttholes!
-He was a Rock’n Roll Enema, Rock’n Roll Enema-
Rockin’ Rollin’ Terrorist,
Head to Toe in Shit’n Piss,
He took it to the Edge and Overboard!
Thought His Schtick it wouldn’t Phase Ya,
Till He committed Coprophagia,
He was the Underworld’s Sick Fuck Overlord!
-He was a Rock’n Roll Enema, Rock’n Roll Enema-
Calling’ me a Goddamn Poseur
Guess what You Fuck your Life is Over
I live to Rage this Cage Another Day
Took it to the Cliff and Over
Suckin’ on Your Brother’s Boner
No Matter how you slice thats Pretty Gay
-He was a Rock’n Roll Enema, Rock’n Roll Enema (x3)-
REST IN FECES GG YOU SMELLY FUCK!!!”
Thanks for Reading/Viewing,
Les Sober 
As some of our Readers are aware I did a post piece on the infamous Underground Punk Rock Outlaw Scumfuck Musician GG Allin. What separated this post from the handful of other GG commentary is I did it in collage form using Photos. Now this isn’t an easy task as GG pictures can be hard to find (just like his Albums), and though I did a pretty fucking relentless spending months compiling the pictures for the post I apparently (and not surprisingly) missed a few.
Now thanks to a few of our more avid readers some additional GG Allin Photos have been e-mailed in so here they are.
Thanks to All Contributing Readers (and keep them coming as a GG Allin Fan I truly appreciate it a great deal)
Les Sober 
Mike shoved the doors of the basement delivery and much to our surprise they swung open like a $2.00 Hooker’s legs on pay day. We bum rushed out of the confines of the basement show leaving the ensuing riot behind us. As we emptied onto the street it resembled the most messed up parade anyone could imagine. Several police cruisers were parked out front in various and precarious angles outside of the bar with their lights blazing as a handful of cops wandered around amidst the occupants of the bar. The regulars were at the outskirts of the crowd bitching about being separated from their beer and bar because of some punk kids shit show (that shouldn’t have ever been booked) as The Barfly was in deed a Bar not an actual show venue. The base of the crowd outside were not just the fan’s that attended the show, but an increasing amount of onlookers out from the shadows of the shitty streets they called home. It was quite obvious that there simply were not nearly enough police officers to accomplish much of anything accept a couple of initial arrests, and not getting killed in an already out of control situation that since they intervened seemed to only escalate more and more. Plainly put it was a numbers game and the police were well outnumbered.
Our small clan stood in a tight circle around GG who was beyond agitated and was now bordering on his usual redirect of hate against the entire fucking planet. All I remember from standing in that circle as we franticly threw together some resemblance of an escape plan that I was completely distracted by GG. Well not GG as much as the way he smelled to be more accurate. The pungent stench of stale beer, body odor, blood, feces and urine combined into a force all its own burning ones nostrils and causing ones eyes to water profusely. I have smelled rotting roadkill baking under the hellacious heat of a Texas summer heatwave that didn’t wreak nearly as bad or strongly as GG that night in the ally. The most immediate part of our plan if we were to escape unharmed in one piece and avoid incarceration was to camouflage GG like any anonymous fan. While the first responders found themselves out matched had inevitably radioed for much need back up, and GG was their main target. GG’s girlfriend grabbed a dirty bandana from out of a trash can in the ally and furiously started wiping the blood from GG’s head as well as face. The Mike contributed his leather biker jacket and one of the few other fans with donated a pair of cut off sweat pant shorts. GG took the fitly bloody bandana from Liz and fashioned it so it not only covered his shaved head but also obscured his eyes. With GG now dressed identically like one of his disenfranchised fans we slowly exited the ally into the main street. The police were to distracted by all the other bullshit going on they didn’t notice our exiting from the ally next to the bar. We started walking briskly in a tight knit group with GG on point. We made it all the half block down to the corner of the block without issue until we (moreover GG) was detected again not by the police or adoring fans, but by one of the amassed spectators on the opposite side of the street from the bar.
“GG IS FUCKING GOD!!” screamed the unknown onlooker like a fucking air siren circa World War II. Thats all it took to get the attention needed for the fans and mentality of the show to spill out onto the streets like blood from a severed artery. The fans and onlookers started to walk down the street in our direction, and unwanted attention. We managed to make it 3 blocks before GG decided to start engaging his following fans and assorted others like the onlookers. GG started by responding to the chants and screams of support which only served to rile the crowd into a further fury. We could hear the sounds of bottles breaking, trash cans being tossed and an assortment of other sounds of destruction as I began to worry that the incoming police back up might spot us thus ending our escape and starting the jailing process. GG didn’t seem to give a shit anymore as he continued to encourage the chaos. GG was leading the procession of misfits and deviants through the South Philly streets like a demented Pied Pipper leading his personal army of rats.
The only thing that finally got GG to snap back to reality and realize the true and present danger of the surrounding police was his desire to party. No surprise GG was a heavy drinker and endorsed drinking as well as drug use in any and all forms (GG also endorsed violence especially against authority) ,and his Achilles hill made him focused at the task at hand: Don’t get arrested (again) and get drunk/high. We soon realized walking wasn’t going to work as no one knew where we were or where we were going not to mention we were being escorted by a unruly gang of miscreants spreading destruction in their wake. I managed to wrestle a crumpled $20 bill from my tattered jeans and got Liz’s attention. I gave her the twenty and told her it was for cab fare to get GG out of here once and for all. We unfortunately had to walk several more blocks until we had a chance in hell of catching a cab in spite of the nights already tumultuous events. At last one of the few fans with us a small greasy guy (he was 5 foot nothing at best) with 5 o’clock shadow got ahead of us and managed to hail the only cab we had seen since arriving hours earlier. Liz jumped in the cab as fast as she possible could tugging on GG’s arm so hard it looked as if she was trying to dislocate GG’s fucking shoulder. GG paused as he entered the beat up gypsy cab and said angrily “Fuck you Philly!” and then preceded to getting the cab. As soon as GG was in the cab it took off like a bat out of hell with its ass on fire.
As I stood there watching as the cab barreled GG off into the night I thought to myself “I don’t know how the hell I ended up at a GG Allin show, but I was damn glad I came because you can’t make shit like this up.”
