Since it’s Halloween, just thought I’d remind everyone of 70’s rock band Bloodrock, whose sole contribution to rock history is this nightmarish ditty, D.O.A.:
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I remember this song well. It was quite the scandal in my neighborhood. I got a 45 before the local God squad got it removed from the drug store shelves (the drug store was the only store in town that sold 45s). I didn’t think anyone else would even remember this.
Thanks Jim.
I had the misfortune of seeing Bloodrock live once–they opened for Spirit at Fillmore East. Horrible.
JS – Had the misfortune of having a buddy who bought the 8 track tape – an entire album of schlock – and he played this incessantly, particularly when we double dated. Why he thought this would inspire romance in our dates is an enigma I still ponder occasionally to this day….Maybe he was thinking the women would insist on sex because he could crash his car and kill us all at any time….
wufnik – You have my sympathy – although you got to see Spirit, so you were recompensed…maybe not enough, I admit…although to recompense for enduring Bloodrock you’d pretty much need to see your favorite band…no, wait, not even that would recompense…let me just reiterate the sympathy thing….
It was such an odd juxtaposition. What was Bill Graham thinking?