This exactly the kind of book one would imagine Aurelio Volatire, goth icon that he is, would make. Perfect for fans of The Evil Dead, this truly is a campy creature feature of a book starring a cast of shitty mall goths, a washed up goth singer (who looks very familiar if you remember the Voltaire of the 90s), and that cryptid asshole, the Jersey Devil. 

I kind of admire Voltaire for his shameless insert in the form of Villy Bats, it really ups the B movie vibes. The story flows so seamlessly, with a slow lead up until we finally get to the gloriously gorey bits. It does have quite a cinematic feel, which is natural since this originally took form as a film script. Movies are hell to make so I'm glad Voltaire was able to make this story alive in some way.

There was some word usage that gave me some ick.

"Retard" and "ass rape(in a joking context)" were used a little too much for my liking but they were mostly used by a character that gets killed off first so you know, glad it was easy for me not to empathize with him. Plus this was written back in the day where edge humor thrived so take all that with a grain of salt.

Either way, glad I read it once and got some glorious cheese horror.