Forbidden Dimension

The Forbidden Dimension is a veritable horror-rock institution; something of a post-apocalyptic community college. The lyceum’s darkened halls echo with a hummable mix of garage rock and baroque heavy metal. Wearing elbow patches made outta human hide, embalming fluid courses through the hyper-extended veins of your professor, irascible guitarist and bandleader, Jackson Phibes.

Cobwebby school librarian bass-ape H.P. Lovesauce stamps your moldering copies of Sin Gallery (1993), Somebody Down There Likes Me (1995), Widow’s Walk (1997), A Coffinful of Crows (2000) and A Cool Sound Outta Hell (2006). It’s a nightmarish, teetering stack of noir that includes skin-crawling cassette tapes and seven-inch records dating back to Phibes’ mid-1980s cult classic vinyl LP, Color Me Psycho’s Pretend I’m Your Father.

You’ve hopelessly lost your way as the boiler-room door creeks open. The yellowed janitorial hand of drummer P.T. Bonham beckons amid oxidizing pipes. “The Golden Age of Lasers is upon you,” he croaks. Hypnotic guitar riffs surge in the thick air. Free will fails and your feet betray you. The man’s wearing a black hood for chrissake! But the music… the music….