The Truth About Rock is absolutely terrifying
Take the next few minutes to examine rotten songs like Olivia Newton-John's about intercourse, Alice Cooper's song about necrophilia -- which is making love to a dead body -- Prince's about incest, which is making love to your own sister, Alan Parson's song about the wonders of bestiality. Hear how Aerosmith likes girls who are bleeding, Ted Nugent on masochism, which is pleasure in sex through pain, the Village People's stand on homosexuality, Elton John's endorsement of prostitution, the Rolling Stones' sympathy for Satan, Fleetwood Mac songs which promote witchcraft, or those clean cut Australians, AC/DC, who encourage oral sex. Discover bizarre lifestyles like bi-sexual David Bowie, the drug-loving Doobie Brothers, the bat-eating Ozzy Osbourne. Find out about the Eagles' Don Henley, who promotes juvenile delinquency, of Kiss's fornicating with teenage girls, and Wendy Williams' enjoyment of public nudity. But find out for yourself the real reason your favorite rock group performs.
"The Peters Brothers want to show you the truth your local disc jockey is afraid to," the narrator intones a few beats later. And indeed, one by one, the brothers ran through a laundry list of the more egregious offenders, flashing the respective cover art and then proceeding to detail how and why exactly the music in question was incorrigible. As scintillating as this all was, it took a backseat to a latter segment I found positively riveting, backward masking. Wait, what? There are hidden messages in the songs I'm listening to? Subliminally? No way! Rad! Tell me more. I'm all ears.
That part stuck with me. To this day, I can't hear "Stairway to Heaven" without wondering at some point if Plant and company really did secretly embed the line "my sweet Satan" in the chorus of the song. Just the same, I have to give props to Petra -- a sanctified Christian rock band deemed generally acceptable for evangelical consumption by nine out of ten pastors -- for highlighting the profound absurdity of this discussion with its song "Judas's Kiss." The song begins with a garbled message that's clearly some sort of cryptic message. Years later when I remembered and had the wherewithal to play it in reverse, I couldn't help but laugh at what I heard:
"What are you looking for the devil for, when you ought to be looking for the Lord?"
As insignificant as that video seemed at the time, obviously it left a lasting impression on me, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't have an impact on our everyday lives. While none of us retreated home afterward and rounded up our albums to burn en masse, some of us did offer up our own sanctimonious gestures. I had a friend who was a bit more mercurial when it came to her faith than the rest of us. Depending on the day, she was either a confirmed hellbound heathen or ready to win the entire world over for Jesus. When she was in the former stage, a friend of mine had lent her his copy of Master of Puppets on cassette, and I'll never forget the day she returned it to him -- in pieces. Oh the fury this inspired. You had to be there.
Clearly, this was another place in time. But as silly as this whole puritan outlook on music seems now, it's clear, not much has changed. Sure the characters have changed -- if the Peters Brothers were taken aback by Olivia Newton John and Alice Cooper, they must be outraged by Lady Gaga and Odd Future -- but the moral dilemma with controversial entertainment persists, as evidenced by the sentiments of Angus T. Jones.