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Wednesday, July 08, 2009 

Category: Music

LONG LIVE THE DEAD by the Sex Slaves






CREDITS:

LONG LIVE THE DEAD:
written by eric13, del cheetah, j/bomb.
(c) 2009 Radio 229 Music, Scoutworld and Pay in My Pocket Music (ASCAP)
All rights reserved.
From the album Wasted Angel. Loch Ness Records, 2009.

Featuring: Natasha Komis, Bebe, Sherry Varilek, Colleen C., Amy Pumpkin, Veronica and Michaela, Nicole and special guest  Mr. Robert Lund as "The Driver".

Director/Cinematographer/Co-Producer: Alex Patsos
Editor: Del Cheetah
Gaffers: Was Berkley, Kevin Fitzgerald Assistant Camera: Paul Wyszinski Additional Camera Work: Lamont Liquid Production Manager: Bruce Moulton Wardrobe and Styling: Ali Jenkins
 Make-Up FX: Jessica Kelleher, Christina  Atkin
 Rental House: Hit and Run Productions, Brooklyn
Special thanks: Keith Masco/Radical Records, Nick Vivid/MegaPlatinum Entertainment


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Thursday, May 14, 2009 
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009 

Category: Music
WASTED ANGEL
the new album from SEX SLAVES is available for pre-order now
get it here: http://lnk.ms/01nvq


sex slaves music wasted angel

Enhanced CD
to be released June 3, 2009
will ship June 2nd !!

 
1. Long Live the Dead
2. Sssssay What?
3. Fuk 4 Luv
4. Bloodlust
5. Beautiful Embrace
6. I Live at Night
7. House of a Madman
8. Cheap Imitation
9. Memory
10. Liquor Store Romance
11. I Was There
12. Mexico
13. Nothing Like It

also includes new music video for
"Long Live the Dead"


WASTED ANGEL
the new album from SEX SLAVES is available for pre-order now
get it here: http://lnk.ms/01nvq

get yours!

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Tuesday, February 24, 2009 

Current mood:  amused
Category: Life
One of the great things about being on tour is the new friends you make on the road. But sometimes people turn out to be kinda crazy. Check out this text conversation (one sided) from our recent tour between a new friend and one of the band members. Of course, the names have been changed to protect the idiots. We'll go with Molly Ringwald and Ted Danson....

Molly: THANKS FOR FUCKING LEAVING ME!!!!
Ted: (no response)
Molly: fuck you
Ted: (no response)
Molly: i have never met anyone that would do that kinda shit to me!! fuck you!!!!!
Ted: I had to go! Chill
Molly: I let you guys stay at my place and this is what i get? come the fuck on
Ted: um i didn't do anything
Molly: And please out of all respect, delete those pics of me please!
Ted: (no response)
Molly: I don't give a fucking shit
Ted: (no response)
Molly: YOU DON'T DO PEOPLE LIKE THAT MOTHER FUCKER
Ted: wow. you are truly fucking crazy
Molly: Sure. Whatever. Bye
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Fucking jerk
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Its my fault i should have known better. you don't give a shit about anyone
Ted: (no response)
Molly: I guess you don't have to give a shit about one woman when you get ass on every corner huh ted?
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Fucking heartless. and i regret even meeting yall
Ted: (no response)
Molly: you think it's cute don't you? you're a grown ass man ted. you're old enough to do better. jerk
Ted: (no response)
Molly: You know, why am i still texting you? fuck you. seriously. and to answer your question, no, he wasn't my boyfriend. just a friend. damn you.
Ted: (no response)
Molly: And by the way, thanks for not giving a mother fucking shit if i'm safe or not. You're great!
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Maybe you can get another girl to suck your dick before you go to sleep! yipee. fuck off
Ted: (no response)
Molly: oh well
Ted: (no response)
Molly: I drove an hour to hang out with you. then you leave me in the middle of no where! you have no heart
Ted: (no response)
Molly: excuse me for not just blowing this situation off like it was no big deal
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Ur an asshole musician
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Chop it up to experience
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Excuse me for saying what i think. Most bitches don't
Ted: (no response)
Molly: You think ur a saint?
Ted: (no response)
Molly: You just really hurt my feelings. to be quite honest
Ted: (no response)
Molly: How do you not have anything other to say than i am crazy?
Ted: (no response)
Molly: You know what. YOU ARE MEAN
Ted: (no response)

The Next Day:

Molly: Wow i was drunk last nite. and wow you left me. and wow i was more pissed off than i have ever been.
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Will you please delete all of those pics of me? Please.
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Sorry i went crazy on you last nite. But, leaving me was fucked
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Ted. Say something
Ted: (no response)
Molly: I am sorry that i have a bad temper and i was very drunk last nite.
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Well. I hope that you are happy ted. and can possibly be nice again soon..
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Wow you seriously can't be nice huh
Ted: (no response)
Molly: ur mean danson
Ted: (no response)
Molly: Ted do you have a heart?
Ted: (no response)

The Next Day:

Molly: I just wanted to say fuck you one last time. u whore. i hope you get what you deserve:)
Ted: (no response)
Molly: And to think. i was nice enough to let your asshole self and your band stay at MY house! Ur getting my messages and u know ur an asshole. go to hell you fucking pri (message truncated due to size)
Ted: (no response)
Molly: And no- i'm not crazy or psycho like you said. Ur just an inconsiderate asshole man whore. and btw, i know you left me to get other ass the other night. thanks. fuck off.

Now that is some entertaining reading!
SEX SLAVES
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Wednesday, July 30, 2008 

Current mood:  anxious
Category: Life
JULY 29, 2008 - Huntington Beach, CA

This morning Southern California felt a 5.4 magnitude earthquake centered just east of Los Angeles and felt as far as San Diego and Las Vegas.


SEX SLAVES eric/13, del/cheetah and j/bomb , had only hours ago returned from an all night recording session at the private recording studio in Costa Mesa.
They were wrapping up tracking on a brand new song "Beautiful Embrace"

eric13 was the only one awake when the quake hit. Wondering why the entire house was shaking, seconds later eric raced in and pulled j and del out of bed in case the whole house came down. All 3 walked out to the safety of the swimming pool on their own recognizance, del into the hot tub, eric into the pool and jay under the shade of an umbrella. No damage reported.


SEX SLAVES SURVIVE EARTHQUAKE !!


p.s.
the earthquake we were in during our Japanese tour was waaaay scarier.  Tokyo was a rocking that night....
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By Guns N’ Roses
Release date: 1991-09-17
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Tuesday, June 03, 2008 

Current mood:  exhausted
Category: Music
2008 SKIN & SKANDAL SUMMER TOUR:

Jun 1 2008 8:00P
The Joint - ALL AGES Flagstaff, Arizona

Jun 3 2008 8:00P
Chic's El Paso, Texas

Jun 4 2008 8:00P
Rock City Icehouse - ALL AGES Austin, Texas

Jun 5 2008 8:00P
Conservatory - ALL AGES Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

Jun 6 2008 8:00P
McGraws Hutchinson, Kansas

Jun 7 2008 8:00P
Vampire Lounge Dallas, Texas

Jun 8 2008 8:00P
Executive Surf Club Corpus Christi, Texas

Jun 10 2008 9:00P
The Dirt Houston, Texas

Jun 11 2008 8:00P
One Eyed Jacks New Orleans, Louisiana

Jun 13 2008 8:00P
Backstage Lounge Gainesville, Florida

Jun 15 8P - early show!
Back Booth Orlando, Florida

Jun 16 8pm
Wimpy's Myrtle Beach, SC

Jun 17 2008 8:00P
Ground Zero - ALL AGES Spartanburg, South Carolina

Jun 19 2008 8:00P
Stepping Out - ALL AGES Virginia Beach, Virginia

Jun 20 2008 8:00P
Amity Bowl - 18+ Woodbridge, Connecticut

Jun 21 2008 8:00P
TBA New York, New York

Jun 22 2008 5:00P
Fifth Stone Studios - ALL AGES Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Jun 23 2008 8:00P
The Haunt Yonkers, New York

Jun 24 2008 8:00P
Ottobar Baltimore, Maryland

Jun 25 2008 9:00P
No Names, Sharon, Pennsylvania

Jun 26 2008 8:00P
Jigsaw Saloon Cleveland, Ohio

Jun 27 2008
The Iron Saddle AKron, Ohio

Jun 28 2008 8:00P
Throttle St.Louis, Missouri

Jun 29 2008 8:00P
Rockstar Sports Bar Ft. Worth, Texas





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Thursday, January 31, 2008 

Current mood:  crunk
Category: Music
a message from eric13 - FEBRUARY 2008

Holy shit it's been a while...

Well, guess what - it's time for us to finally crawl out of exile, out of our secret sex cave, hidden deep below the earth's surface somewhere in the southwestern united states.  And lemme tell you this...it's been time well spent! 

We have a shitload of new songs to choose from as we put together the  follow up to Bite Your Tongue.  We've been writing and writing and writing and recording and recording and writing some more.  There's about 60 songs done from the original hundred or so ideas we've been kicking around.  We're narrowing that down into a final 20 that are in contention for the record, with a handful of songs fighting for those coveted last few spots onto the record....we cant fucking wait to share it all with you.

Yes, the answer is YES!  We are going insane not being on the road, and its even harder not spending that down time in our beloved NYC.  But that will all be changing soon as we're prepping now for a long run all around the states...then hopefully over to europe, australia and anywhere else we can get to.   More on that in future updates...

We are, however, doing a handful of secret shows in Southern Cali next month, so keep your eyes and ears peeled for dates and such.  We'll be previewing a lot of new material at these, so check it out.  If you're gonna road trip out here, like so many of you are threatening, email me and i'll give you all the details we have already....we'd love for you to come and party and hear the new shit.  We promise it'll be worth it....more to come soon...

all yours,
eric13
SEX SLAVES

"If you want blood, come with us - straight to hell in the back of the bus!"


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Release date: 29 August, 2006
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006 

Current mood:  creative
Category: Music

A chapter in the SEX SLAVES book closed last Saturday, October 7th, when we played the final show of the "Bite Your Tongue" tour in Mentor, Ohio. Fifteen months on the road, 80,000 miles of asphalt, hundreds of cities, thousands of new friends, dozens of cases of Jack, bloody faces, broken bones (& teeth- sorry Sara), a million bottles of water, doomed relationships, smashed windows, flat tires, blown-up amps, shitty promoters, and awesome DJ's.... those are the first things that come to mind.

I couldn't have imagined how difficult and amazing the past year would be. It's remarkable what three dudes with a road atlas, a van, and a cell phone can do. As we began the 9-hour drive back to NYC from our final show, we talked and laughed about the past, our future, girls, and writing songs, and I thought about how fucking wild it is that the three of us had been cooped up in that van for so long and we were just hanging out and having fun. No bitterness, no resentment, no fighting. It requires such an intricate and delicate chemistry to live successfully on the road, and with no money, no management, & no booking agent, we had mastered it.

Looking back on it all, I wouldn't have done one single thing differently. We learned as much from the terrible shows as we did from the great ones, and our collective experiences have made the band grow into something bigger than any of us on our own could be. We were shocked on a regular basis by the love we felt all over the country-- we've made some truly great friends who really took care of us. And as much as I want to keep circling the country, playing crazy shows and seeing everyone, it is definitely time to put the "Bite Your Tongue" era to rest, and move on to conquer new horizons.

You won't be seeing much of us in the next few months as we lock ourselves in the studio and figure out how to turn all the love, hate, and insanity into music for our next record. We don't really know what it will sound like or where it will take us, but if there's one thing I've learned in the past year, it's that Eric 13 and J Bomb are the baddest motherfuckers on the planet, and I can't wait to see what we come up with. Alone, we're just three dudes with huge dicks. Together, we're the fucking Sex Slaves.

xodc

SEX SLAVES 4 LIFE

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Release date: 08 October, 1996
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Monday, August 21, 2006 

Current mood:  working

What's your SEX SLAVES NUMBER ?

everybody has one...but each number only has one person...lay your claim, here and now....

3- Jeff A.K.A. - "Mr. 3"
13 - eric13 of course!
17 - Stephanie "NC-17"
19 - bebe
21 - Jas
22 - Stacy
55 - del cheetah
69 - ancel star
77 - claysey
313 - lynda ( look below! )
413 - jess ( look below ! )
00 - Double 0 Sex

what's your # ?

 

and jessica #413

what's yours?

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Monday, January 02, 2006 

Current mood:tired
I took a guy home last night. And no - not like that - do not start with the gay jokes. I did it, I think, to save his life.

I went to a show last night, on New Years eve at some scum-hole in Brooklyn. I watched the Sex Slaves rock the house while my mind tripped hard enough to make Hunter S. roll over in his pine box. I drank the entire night really. I drank piss-warm Jack from dixie cups that the band was handing me (and I fuckin' hate JD), I drank what the hot-as-all-fuck redheaded groupie handed me, I drank what the lesbian bartender handed me, I drank what friends bought for me, I drank what I bought myself, and after all that still managed to carry a fully-shitfaced bassist on my shoulders, across the crowd, from the bar in the back to the stage in the front while he was still jamming during one song. This is a man who is built like a serpent and wears leather pants so low you can see pubes, and I had him on my shoulders. Thank God there is no photographic evidence. I am glad he did not break out the flame thrower bass last night, or it may have ignited my breath and killed hundreds of these degenerate punk fans in the 4-alarm blast.

However, even as my liver begged for the kind of mercy POW's cry for while jumper cables are clamped onto their ball-sack and bamboo chutes are hammered under their fingernails, I found out that I apparently ran a distant second in the consumption department. Shortly after the show, while staggering past the pool-table in the lounge of this den of debauchery, I found that same cat lying on a bench-style car-seat-turned-sofa, hunched over a video-table, being ignored by onlookers in corsets, regurgitating a what had to be a full weeks worth of whiskey and self-loathe. Knowing he had plans to stay at a hotel, but not knowing which of these dirty skanks he planned on shacking up with, I was sure that at this point, he had no where, and I mean no where to sleep it off and pray for a merciful death, outside of maybe a station house. Sobriety hit me like roundhouse from Chuck Liddell and I did what any friend would do - I took it upon myself to make sure he tossed his lunch in the company of people he knew.

I pulled my truck around from down the block where I had illegally parked it, and sat laughing while two friends, Dan and Buka, gingerly poured him into my front seat, re-enacting a scene from "Weekend at Bernie's" - talking to a limp corpse and moving him around like a marionette. With this mess all buckled in, I spit out my goodnights, threw my jacket over him expecting to have to burn it later, and rushed to sit in Dante's 7th circle of hell . . . also known as New Years traffic on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway. Thankfully every wasted fuck-stick had the same idea of going home only minutes earlier, because the BQE was a total fucking parking lot. Amateur-night had begun and I had front row tickets to the DWI Parade.

By 4:30, having cautiously dodged all the black-&-whites making their quotas, and after multiple drunk "Thank-you again"s from the tattooed, shirtless punk rocker who was now crumpled over like a crash-test dummy, drooling on my dashboard, phasing in and out of consciousness in the way that only comes from self-induced alcohol poisoning, the two of us landed safely home, with me marveling at the fact that he still had anything left in his painfully-abused body to throw up at this point - or at least anything that he was not one day going to miss, like a spleen. We staggered into my apartment where he wrestled himself into a pair of sweat-pants, grabbed an old pillow, and graced my couch with his 6'4", 160 lb frame, leaving me to wonder why as a bachelor I do not own any Febreze. Mental note: next time I am shopping, which is never, get some.

So as I wake up this morning, bringing in a new year with the same old hang-over, I am just glad to be alive and to know that from the sounds he is making on the other side of my bedroom door, Del is also still alive - he is just wishing he wasn't. He must have graduated up to blood and bile now, as that is all he could possibly have left. I know eventually I will have to either brave the inevitable stench, hope he is still wearing pants, and go wake him up so that I can figure out a way to get his ass to some semblance of a home, or I will just have to crawl out the window, burn this shack down, and run like a Russian peasant fleeing Napoleon's army. Either way, my first day in '06 does not appear to be looking like it will be an exercise in relaxation.

All I need now is a fistful of Advil, a bacon-scented Sars mask, and an operating table where I can perform a quick transfusion for a friend. Ahh - the joys of fucntional alcoholism.

Happy New Year all.
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