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Shock rockers, The Clowns, hit a snag in their successful tour when someone sporting their look (red capes, big afro wigs, black leotards and an ungodly amalgamation of face paint and a half-mask) begins introducing groupies and prostitutes to the business end of a big knife. Could it be one of their two-man road crew consisting of a constantly broke drug addict and his shy, face-painting friend? Maybe it’s one of the band members themselves? Or could it be their kindhearted manager played by the soup nazi himself, Larry Thomas? The cops are on the case and have sent in a cute young snitch to fish out the killer, the band is getting tired of their moneymaking shock tactics and loud music and the film wades comfortably in trashy waters. It’s a low-caliber slasher treat for fans of garbage cinema. I don’t know what hellish nightmare world spawned the costume designs but the equal parts shitty and creepy look of the band manages to unsettle way more than it has any right to. Needless to say, I’m a fan.
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