Killer Mike and the Blood Slugs - A Night on the Town

<p>Killer Mike and the Blood Slugs - A Night on the Town</p><p>A Horror Story</p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Imagine </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>500 Days of Summer</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> if Joseph Gordon-Levitt had homicidal tendencies.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>In one world Mike Fontaine is the front man for a psychedelic hardcore band and in another he is a serial killer.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Every time the band releases a record in one world Mike kills in the other. This is one of those records.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>A shocking turn of events that was equal parts brutal and strangely beautiful.</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>- </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Camille Danciu</strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> Author of </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>On Behalf of All Women</em></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Blood Slugs' [A Night on the Town] is what you'd get if Jim Jarmusch did splatterpunk.</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>- </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Rob Tannahill</strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> Editor of </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Last Christmas: A Holiday Horror Anthology</em></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Get ready for a visceral grotesque experience that will leave you questioning what's real and what it's like to be truly alive.</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>- </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Tory Favro</strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> Author of </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Piñata</em></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Liner Notes: News of his wrongdoings in Minnesota never reached home but Mike would sometimes think about those damned slugs and his whole body would shiver. Without question he knew if he struck again they would show up to feast on the blood. It wasn't just that they looked like living blobs of snot or the fact that when they fed their tails engorged like pregnant bubbles. There was something else. Something that would make his flesh crawl when he conjured their image an elusive feeling enough to control his urges for damn near a year and a half. He needed his fix but he couldn't face the slugs. That was until he met her. Late on a Monday night while leaving a concert on the north side of Shikaakwa...</em></p>