Vincent and I are in Munich for the 3rd of 3 nights of insane boozing at the biggest excuse in history to get shitfaced, Oktoberfest. We are drinking our faces off, singing awful songs, like so:

Also, there are lots of boobs at Oktoberfest. Seriously, just Google image search Oktoberfest.

Here’s a nice list of the best boobs in horror movie history.

Apologies for being so NYC centric on this blog. But then again, it’s not my fault you don’t live in the greatest and most evil city in the world!

Time to start the flurry of Halloween events happening. October can’t get here soon enough.

The annual Zombiecon NYC will be upon us soon. Get your makeup ready and practice your foot-dragging.

Read the rest of this entry »

I really fucking miss this band. A lot. My Halloween season has begun

Here at the Devil’s Demons, if there’s one thing we really love, it’s the sauce (apologies for sounding like a broken record). Daddy’s cough medicine. Old faithfuls. The whole lot.

Anywho, while we really enjoy drinking any day of the week, we get REALLY excited for the drinking we get to do around Halloween. There are so many activities that lend themselves to drinking:

• Watching movies at home
• Watching movies in a theater
• Attending Halloween parties
• Halloween-themed (or metal in general) concerts
• At work

Let’s start with an obvious but proven choice, Hobgoblin’s legendary Ruby Beer, brewed by Wychwood Brewery.

We got our fill of Hobgoblin at Bloodstock this year, at which Hobgoblin was pretty much the official beer. They even had their mascot there!

Go play around on the brewery’s website, it’s pretty slick and will tell you all kinds of facts about their beers, as well as some cool extras.

Packaging: 4.5 out of 5

The Hobgoblin itself is worthy of a 4. A hobgoblin is an obvious Halloween creature. I give the extra .5 point here because of Wychwood’s other brews (check out the site for the other brands).

Taste: 4 out of 5

Damn fine beer, we got drunk as shit off of it, and it was pretty delicious.

Brutality: 4 out of 5

Shit was stronger than the other weak-ass beers at the festival. American strength = American brutality.

That’s right. No more annoying heat. No more tourists. The city is ours once again, and soon there will be more than enough evil to keep everyone busy!

Expect more frequent posts in the near future as the spirit starts seeping back in. And all our favorite things once again become relevant.

Also, if you’re in NYC, there are auditions on September 19th and 20th for the Nightmare haunted house.

Hop on over to Invisible Oranges, my favorite metal blog, to read my report on Bloodstock 2011. It was a hell of a time.

Somehow, someway, we did indeed survive.

I plan on writing an in-depth review of the festival later (these things take a bit of time to digest), but here is a summary of things that came out it:

• We saw a ton of amazing bands that we had already loved, but more importantly learned of a bunch of new ones
• We drank stupid amounts of beer
• We got jealous of everyone’s patch jackets so we decided that we would make our own. We bought 13 patches a piece.
• We saw lots of people dressed in silly outfits.
• We saw lots of actual blood.
• We smelled like manure

I’m currently on a train that just left London, Vincent should be landing in Birmingham at any moment.

In case you didn’t know, we’re going to Bloodstock, an annual shitshow of metal in the middle of bumfuck UK.

There is no way this can end well. Will keep you posted.